Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies
Chapter 17: Blood Feast Invitation and the Fate of the Sacrifice
Chapter 17: Blood Feast Invitation and the Fate of the Sacrifice
"The night is our throne, the blood feast is our grand ceremony, and the prey will eventually step onto the stage of fate."
As night fell, the streets of North Town were hidden in deep shadows.
Only the light of the blood moon shines like scarlet silk threads, outlining the sleeping ancient buildings.
The air was filled with the unique dampness of the night, but also mixed with a strange chill, as if something silent and invisible was quietly peeping in the darkness.
Outside the Moon Hunter Tavern, Siming lazily leaned against the door frame, his fingertips nimbly flipping a playing card.
The black cards shimmered in the dim light. He listened attentively to the noise in the tavern.
The crisp sound of cups clinking and the exaggerated laughter of the adventurers intertwined together, forming a seemingly ordinary night carnival.
Celia walked out from the back door, carefully avoiding Siming's sight, her eyes casually sweeping around.
Her steps were casual yet implied a certain deliberateness. She turned into a dark alley.
It was as if she had just accidentally walked into this deserted place. She paused for a moment, her hood falling to cover her expression.
A small blood bat landed on her fingertips, its wings trembling slightly and making an almost inaudible chirp.
As if listening to some invisible call, it flapped its wings suddenly, transformed into a dark afterimage, and disappeared into the night.
Celian watched it go away, a faint smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.
“…How interesting.”
She whispered softly, the glow of the blood moon reflected in her eyes, and faint red spots of light slowly floated in her pupils, like flames swallowed by the night.
——Blood Castle.
On the black earth, a crimson palace stands quietly, like a sleeping beast, devouring all light in the darkness.
The long stone steps wind upwards, with dark statues standing on both sides.
Either a vampire king sitting on the throne, or an ancient sage in a robe.
Their eyes were inlaid with rubies, which reflected an eerie luster under the candlelight, as if they were still quietly gazing at this kingdom of eternal night.
The night wind blew, and countless blood bats circled and hummed on the top of the tower.
Like the whispers of sleeping shadows, the whispers echo and reverberate into the endless night.
Inside the main castle, a slender figure stood in front of the towering French windows.
The crimson eyes reflected the night, as deep as a dead lake of blood.
Viscount Red Wing turned his head quietly, and a blood bat flew out from the shadows.
It landed on his shoulder, trembling its wings slightly, and whispered the news it brought.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
"Outsiders...are indeed restless."
He slowly raised his hand, and gently stroked the blood bat's wings with his fingertips. His voice was as low as a whispered spell:
"Go and tell His Excellency the Duke that those outsiders... are ready to accept the invitation."
The blood bat trembled slightly, then spread its wings, turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the depths of the blood castle.
Viscount Red Wing still stood by the window, gazing at the night sky shrouded by the blood moon, his eyes indifferent and calm. He was in no hurry to act.
A true hunter never chases prey, but waits patiently for the prey to fall into the trap.
——Deep in the Blood Castle, in the throne room.
Scarlet candle flames danced and burned in the candlesticks on the wall, reflecting the obsidian patterns inlaid on the dome.
Like a flowing dark tide, it swallows up all the light around it.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, as if it contained the lingering scent of an ancient festival.
On the throne, a tall figure sat quietly.
He was wearing a scarlet royal robe, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrests of the throne, and he listened leisurely to the report of the person kneeling at his feet.
The dark red pupils were as calm as the blood moon in the night sky, and the fangs were slightly exposed, with a natural coldness and majesty.
His fingertips were long and slender, and his black nails shimmered in the candlelight, as if stained with blood that had never dried for thousands of years.
Bloody Night Tyrant.
When Viscount Red Wing finished his report in a low voice, he smiled slightly, his fangs flashing between his lips, like the subtle smile of a wild beast before hunting.
"A stranger..."
He slowly stood up, his cloak rising like the night sweeping across the land.
His voice was low and magnetic, carrying the arrogance and control that a superior was born with, like some kind of irresistible command.
"Invite them to the blood feast."
Viscount Red Wing nodded slightly, a dark light flashing in his eyes, "As you wish."
The Bloody Night Tyrant smiled lightly, his red pupils shrank slightly, with an unfathomable meaning.
"Remember, Hermann."
He deliberately emphasized the name, his voice carrying a hint of playful coldness, as if a carefully arranged chess game had finally reached a crucial stage.
"I must see him before the outsider arrives."
Viscount Red Wing lowered his eyes, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"clear."
He bowed slightly, then transformed into a dark shadow, disappearing quietly into the darkness of the throne room.
As the night deepened, the bells of the Blood Feast began to ring.
"The vampire race must not betray, blood must not be wasted, blood is a sacrifice, bloodline is a lock."
"And how can I—escape from my own bloodline?"
That night, the Blood Castle was swallowed by the blood moon, darkness and scarlet intertwined, and only two colors remained between heaven and earth.
The air solidified into a fishy-sweet liquid, filling every corridor of the fortress.
It seeps into the cracks in the marble, flows slowly along the hollow stained glass windows, and reaches the unfathomable dark altar.
On the night of the blood feast, the royal bloodline was born.
Extra: Shadow of the Blood Moon
She was born in a pool of blood, and her first breath was not air, but a blood mist so thick that it seemed solidified.
Her cries were swallowed by the blood moon, and her eyes opened in the night, reflecting the light of sacrifice. Her mother was hung over a pool of blood, her pale limbs were precisely dissected, and every drop of blood in her veins was not allowed to be wasted.
They were collected and sealed, becoming the most noble blood treasures of the tribe.
She is the fruit of sacrifice and the product of the blood clan's blessing.
Her life, from the very beginning, was cursed by the vampires.
Her name echoed in whispers in the throne room, accompanied by the scrutinizing gazes of the vampire elders.
They said that she was the treasure of the royal family, the most dazzling rose in the night, and the glory of the tyrant of bloody night.
But she never left the gates of Blood Keep.
Her footsteps were only allowed into the dark corridors, and her voice was blocked between the silent walls.
Everything about her is under the control of the vampires.
What she drank was a nectar distilled from the blood of countless mortals;
What she learned was how to survive within the laws of the vampire race;
What she heard were the sobbing whispers at night and the low and cold admonitions of the vampire ruler.
She had stood on the tower countless times, looking down at the flickering lights in the darkness.
Those mortals are free.
They can walk the world, their blood belongs to them, and their destiny can be changed.
But she can't.
Her blood is the sacred object of the vampire clan; her life is the tribute of the twin princesses.
From the very beginning, her fate was written on the stone tablet of bloody night and could not be changed.
She does not belong to herself, she only belongs to the tribe.
Her coming-of-age ceremony was held at a grand blood feast.
That night, the entire Blood Castle became a bloody stage, blood swayed in the silver wine glass, and scarlet flames burned on the obsidian altar.
She knelt before the twin gluttonous blood-eating girls.
They smiled, their eyes deep, as if they had devoured countless lives, with motherly compassion and a hunger to devour everything.
Her veins were cut open, the obsidian altar devoured her blood, and her consciousness was stripped away in this ritual—
She heard countless whispers, and in the hallucination of blood flowing, she saw herself being peeled off and her flesh cut open.
The bones were disassembled one by one, and the soul was pulled into an indescribable abyss of horror.
She couldn't close her eyes. In the darkness, something was watching her, something was laughing, something was gently licking her wounds, giving her a torture that was both painful and sweet.
——She saw her own future.
She will kneel here again and again, and every hundred years, her blood will drip on this altar.
Become a tribute to the Twin Princesses and a ritual to continue the bloodline of the entire vampire clan.
She could not resist, her blood had been mixed with the roots of this ethnic group. She could not escape, could not get rid of it, and could only wait for the sacrifices to come again and again.
Her will collapsed in the invisible contract, her freedom was torn apart, swallowed up, and buried in endless darkness.
She finally understood that she was born to be a sacrifice.
Her gaze had looked outside Beizhen countless times, and her fingers had touched the cold door countless times.
She dreamed of walking out of the Eternal Night Blood Alliance and stepping onto the land of mortals.
She dreamed of sunlight falling on her shoulders, and of a warm breath replacing the cold blood mist.
But she knew it was just a dream.
She had tried to resist. She had sealed her bloodline before the blood feast and tried to cut off her connection with the tribe.
But she failed.
The blood of the vampires is a curse, it cannot be abandoned or betrayed.
The vampires will not allow their bloodline to escape.
She had seen those traitors who tried to escape from the vampire race, their blood burned to ashes in the sacrificial ceremony,
Their souls were repeatedly gnawed in the pool of blood until they turned into true nothingness.
If she is caught, she will face the same fate.
But she still tried, still planned.
Finally, one day, she saw a door in her destiny——
A door that did not belong to the vampires, a door she had never seen before, a door that exuded an ancient and decayed atmosphere.
She had no idea where the door led to, and she wasn't even sure if it was real.
But she knew she had no choice.
The moment she stepped through the door, the entire Blood Castle was shaken.
The entire tribe sensed her betrayal, and her name was whispered throughout the night.
Will her fate come to an end behind the door, or will it be a new beginning?
Did she escape successfully?
No one knows.
The vampires launched an endless hunt, and her name became the most taboo word at the blood feast.
A bounty was placed on her blood, and her life was considered a disgrace to the clan.
Some say she died behind the door at the hands of a stranger and was sacrificed to an unspeakable spirit.
Some say that she lost the protection of the vampires in the world behind the door and was eventually swallowed up by the rift in time.
Some people also say that she is still alive in some unknown world.
Disguised as an alien and a mortal, she waits for the day when the night she dreads will come again.
Her blood still belongs to the vampire clan.
The altar of the blood feast is still waiting for her return.
Can she escape, or will she eventually be hunted back?
No one knows.
The only thing that is certain is——
The vampires will never truly give up on their offspring.
(End of this chapter)
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