Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 119: Michellian Prince

Amidst the Valcar forest’s lush, towering trees, a sinister building rose against the night sky. Keziah Mansion, also known as the Overseers’ Mansion, was an architectural marvel of darkness, its silhouette etched against the blood-red moons that hung ominously in the background.

The mansion’s spires clawed at the heavens, each topped with a brilliant scarlet light that pulsed with an unsettling, alive rhythm. The dark walls were engraved with intricate, otherworldly designs, emanating an ancient power that appeared to connect with the very fabric of reality and the universe.

Naturally, this mansion was more of like a spaceship, and a weapon itself, rather than a mere living space for the Overseers.

But that aside the forest surrounding the mansion was equally disturbing, with gnarled trees whose limbs appeared to reach out like skeletal hands. The air was dense with the aroma of damp dirt, as well as something ancient and terrible.

A weird Mist clung to the ground, whirling around the mansion as if alive, protecting the mysteries hidden within its walls. The only sounds were the odd rustle of leaves and faraway howls of creatures of the planet that roam the surroundings.

But that aside, going into the very mansion itself.

The Overseers reconvened in the heart of Keziah Mansion, in a massive and terrifying chamber. The space was spherical, with walls that appeared to move and pulse with life of their own.

A large obsidian table dominated the center of the room, its surface inscribed with the names of everyone who had ever sat at it. Twelve chairs, each with a distinctive design, were positioned around the table and occupied by beings of amazing strength.

At the head of the table sat Keziah, her presence commanding and undeniable. Her eyes, glowing with an inner fire, scanned the faces of those seated before her. To her left sat Beatrice, her expression a mask of cold calculation, while on her right was Nyrtha, whose youthful features belied the centuries of experience behind them.

In comparison to the last room, this one was different; they were still technically in the mansion, but they were not; it was like being in two places at once. Rather, they were now somewhere in the Primix dimension if you had to specify it, but in idea, they were still in the Overseer mansion.

Naturally, the convo began to move forward.

A large screen appeared above the table, portraying the last minutes of the brief death match that had just occurred in the separate mansion dimension. The Overseers observed in silence as the participants engaged in a horrific, blood-soaked battle.

The event was intended to be a mere warm-up, a test of their abilities prior to the main exam. However, it had already proven to be a show of force and destruction that exceeded their expectations.

As the screen faded, Keziah broke the silence, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.

"Hmmm, nice, nice, I like this century new batch of participants...This year’s participants… they are unlike any we have seen in centuries. Their power, their ruthlessness—it is beyond what any of us anticipated, it’s been a while since I saw this much carnage among our fellow kilde."

Beatrice nodded in agreement, her eyes narrowing as she replayed the events in her mind.

"Yeah they are not bad, I kind of like the change of something different for once, but man, I got to admit, being a twin is so fucking useful, Murphy’s brats dodge death several times in one instance because of that unique perk among vampiric twins... heheh... their father would be please to see them finally acting like proper Michellians instead of wasting their times locked up in their room practicing magic."

At these words, Keziah looked back at Beatrice and replied.

"Ohh yeah, Murphy sent over his brat this time around ha? Say how is the old man doing, it’s been a while since we invited the co-founder, well the original co-founder."

Keziah asked, checking in on Murphy.

"Murph, well same old same old; the old man is still at level 3 on the verge of becoming a 4, it is a pity he can’t be here to see our Prince in action. Well I can’t blame him, Pretending to be a vampire, while he heals from his injuries so that thing doesn’t find him is indeed tiring, it doesn’t help he was injured horribly by Ymir as well."

Beatrice said to Keziah as the others listened in on the convo, Linchon on the other answered as he held his head in fear, and commented.

"I really fucked up.... heheh... to think I almost killed the son of the 7th progenitor by accident."

At these words, every Overseer and sycophant looks towards the young Overseer, like him they all share the same opinion.

"You fucking dodge a bullet, you brute, if you didn’t im pretty sure the House of Ghal would have perished before the night had ended."

The person to speak was Unis, who had a distressed look on her face. Just earlier Beatrice revealed the big news to the others, causing a massive panic among them.

The next to answer was Vincent who replied as such.

"Hmmm... I expect no less of you thy ugly co-leader... a marvelous addition to the collection, we have standards here, we shouldn’t settle for anything but the best of the best, such an exotic creature as this must be praised for having such a bloodline, can you imagine a Michellian heir as a spawn, it makes me wonder what lines shall he ascend into, hmm a creature such as that would fall nicely under the 5th line like thy great self, although he would be second to me of course in beauty and in power."

Vincent said as he took a sip of blood from his golden cup, his sycophant feeding it to him as he found the cup unworthy of his touch.

Rouge was the next to speak up, looking at Merciless hungrily with a crazed expression, holding her stomach in joy as the womb tattoo began to glow in excitement as she stated, in her customary whore-like demeanor.

"Ahhh...just thinking about him is enough to get me off right now, heheh... to think the tiny blonde has such potent blood. Can you imagine how strong a child from him could be... agh... it would be a beautiful and strong vessel to take as mine own, hahaha... and now I’m all hot and bothered again."

Rouge began reaching closer and closer to an orgasm, her pussy drenching the chair fabric beneath her fat ass, her finger, attacking her weak spot vigorously. As the walls of her pussy squeeze down hard on her fingers as she pleases herself while thinking of the very idea of being impregnated. She masturbated in front of everyone, unconcerned about what others thought; if she was horny, she would satisfy her own desires straight away.

It was as simple, as that, and Merciless entire existence became fap material from this horny Overseer.

On the other hand, a voice came from nowhere, or rather an empty seat, as Jasper commented.

"Honestly, have some class woman, it already bad enough your smell is spreading to others."

Jasper said, with a stern voice, on the other hand, Nyrtha followed as he commented.

"It no use talking to that slut... she ain’t called the whore of Babylon for show and games you know."

"Leave her be, that woman’s horniness is a calamity in of itself, it is very useful to our cause either way."

Nyrtha ended by filling out paperwork while overseeing the other servants outside; in layman’s terms, he was multitasking and doing multiple tasks at once, similar to Merciless. One of them was being present at this meeting at this very moment in time.

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On the other hand, Jasper just ignored it as he followed up on Beatrice’s earlier comment.

"Yeah, yeah... but either way those twins sure are something else aren’t they?"

Jasper said to which Beatrice replied.

"Clan Loviatar’s twins, Albedo and Abadis, are formidable opponents. Even while apart, their bond allows them to combine their powers, making them nigh unbeatable. During the death match, they destroyed their opponents with terrible savagery... I like them."

Nyrtha leaned forward, his expression one of curiosity.

"And then there’s Elder Jordan, the Soul Teller. His use of ichor—order manipulation—was nothing short of extraordinary. Every being that crossed his path, weaker than him, simply… ceased to exist. No struggle, no resistance. Just death. It’s no wonder he was chosen to lead Team #8, which is full of heirs. with a group like that you need a voice of reason, and he fit those criteria quite nicely."

Another Overseer, a being with eyes that glowed like molten lava, spoke up.

That being Linchon.

"Team #8 is indeed formidable. But what of Merciless? His performance in the death match was… anomalous. He didn’t just kill the third-party participants; he slaughtered five of the official examinees, reducing five teams to a single member each. His bloodhunt points have placed him at the top of the leaderboard, surpassing even the twins."

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