THE VAMPIRE; Nark De Melchias

VIII. Welcome To The Judgment Hall

Aedion who was carrying William's small body could not move his body, a red light emanating and enveloping his body.

"Looks like last day's punishment wasn't enough for you, Constantine." 

Isaac spoke with great pressure, a sense of dizziness striking William's head.

Descendants of gods who can only exterminate blood-sucking nations only with their blood can annihilate bloodsucking nations. 

However, there is a prophecy that says that the blood flowing to the descendants of gods can nourish the nation of bloodsuckers. 

Something cold foreign object touched the skin of his wrist and both feet, cold to the bone made him frown.

The bead that was identical to the color of the night sky was open, the room was spacious and there was nothing but a stage with blood rushing down onto the floor. 

The stage that can only be filled by one adult and several small children consists of Aedion Constantine who has a bad state, which is not good, both his bare hands as well as his unobstructed body of cloth were injured. 

His mouth is wide open useful to scoop the air greedily. "Oh, this little man is dead." The big smile of a tall man surprised William who was just aware of his condition that was not much the same as Dion.

"Constantine, I told you you don't have to say anything to a human. The boy I used only to make Ethel completely mine." Isaac.

The man in white clothes walked with both hands that he had linked behind his back. Each step of his foot created a small crack on the clean white floor. 

The hand was lifted up into the air, a stream of aura gathering in one place, that is, Isaac's hand.

The stream of aura was floated towards William who was still digesting what had just happened. 

However, an adult man blocked the attack with that great energy, blood was rushing back.

"I don't think the Aedion de Constantine I've recruited has any compassion for the weak little man." 

"He-hey, stop. Isn't he your right-hand man, he's someone you trust. Why did you hurt him?" 

The legs with clothes covering the two blood-filled legs stopped.

"The trusted man? Boy, you have to study the vampire's heart. We don't have a taste like you, the humans in general." 

"We kill our neighbors, slaughter our families, torture anyone who stands in our way, be it friends, family, or even lovers." Isaac. 

The curly-haired man knelt down with a blank look of his eyes, his wide-open mouth scooping the air greedily as if unable to breathe air, severely injured front body as well as excruciating pain and fatigue. 

"Thank God you were born the sister of the girl I love. I won't kill you so easily."

The man with the white mane and red eye bead showed his back that was protective-free against the two men who were weak.

"Ethel suspects the basement, so that's why I'm moving it here, little man." Isaac.

The plug that bound both William's hands and feet was released since the sound of the door interrupting. "Basillius, Miss Galiadne is waiting for you in the dining room." 

"Say I'll be here soon with his beloved sister." He smiled with red eyes glancing from the tail of his eyes. 

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The quiet atmosphere of the dining room with a slightly creepy room decoration collapsed with a familiar voice in his ears.

The short footsteps ran around clutching the girl's body from behind. "Sister!" William exclaimed happily with both hands clutching tightly to Ethel's neck.

The beautiful girl turned her head with tears rolling from her left eye, her mouth open in disbelief.

He replies to his youngest sister, the only family he has now. "Liam..." 

"Looks like you guys really think I don't exist huh?" 

The heart-wrenching atmosphere created by the siblings of a human living in a vampire world is shattered by the heavy voice of a man who leads the nation of vampires, Nark de Melchias. 

The little boy moved to sit beside his brother, bowing his head not daring to stare towards the distance where the man who had just spoken viciously in front of him sat down.

"Liam, why is your face pale? You ill? Should we call a doctor?" Ethel asked. 

Nark's attention and red-eye bead glances centered on William's sweaty face. "Looks like he's scared, do we need to take him to the doctor?" 

The man in white stripes got up and walked over to William, who lowered his head with his hands clenched over his thighs.

"Son, how do you feel about not looking at me?" Nark asked. 

William's body trembled feeling a murderous air so intensely enveloping him. The identical Eve in the judgment hall where this man was torturing his own right hand.

"Why can't we go back to brother's room? Sleep's attacking me." Said the little boy while pulling the little dress that Ethel was wearing. 

"Sorry, Your Honor. I think Liam is not well, I'm sorry." Ethel passed Nark without even glancing at him. 

"Give me Dante M. D'artagnan to the palace soon, one minute late don't expect to see the sun tomorrow." He told a servant. 

The sound of footsteps filled the spacious and large hallway decorated with antiques, the door with special carvings opened by a man gasping for breath.

"Your Majesty?" The girl was shocked by the circumstances that a King was going through. 

Nark that comes with breathless breath and grains of sweat that wet the forehead, and neck.

William jerks from his sleep and hides behind Ethel's body. 

"I brought a trusted doctor to my people, his name was Dante M. D'artagnan. Noble vampire who settled in the north in search of experimental materials that would meet his medicinal needs." Nark removes his body from the door and exposes a man with a white mane identical to Rael. 

The two noble human bodies stiffened, the white gibberish man with glasses and a red smiling eye bead.

The illusion about Rael was in the man. "Rabelle?" Ethel mutters. 

"Sorry, Miss?" 

He violently rubbed his face that had been wet by falling tears. "No, I just mumbled." 

Dante examined every inch of William's outer and inner body closely, his frowning indicating nothing had happened to the boy's body. "Sorry, does your sister hallucinate often?" 

"No. Liam rarely hallucinates because we always treat him well, is he sick?" 

The glance turned to the man standing behind Ethel with a lazy look. What king treated him badly? Think Dante.

"Lately his body has been shaking in fear, it is better to avoid things that traumatize him." 

The doctor rose with a sweet smile, the girl pensive with tears ready to fall at any moment.

"Where is Aedion Constantine, Your Majesty? Isn't she by your side everywhere you go?"

"He's serving time in the white room." Nark Whispers. 

The control that holds full over the body of the Vampire King is the Nark.

However, the strongest one said that the demons residing in your body could lose your influence or even defeat your influence over your control. 

"Remember, Isaac. The body of a human child is not like that of a child of a demon or a vampire. Their bodies are more vulnerable to injury, if you torture them like you did with your right hand, they'll die." Dante brought his face closer to the senses of Nark's listeners. 

A cold, white hand touched the shoulder of a white garment. "Who are you calling Isaac, Dante?" 

Seriate...