Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 38: The Unspeakable Blood Feast of the Twin Princesses
"The blood pact has been carved. The night is endless, the hunger is eternal."

dark.

Unfathomable darkness.

At that moment, the candlelight in the entire Blood Castle seemed to be extinguished by invisible hands, and the air was stagnant, as if even the world itself was holding its breath.

The Duke of Bloody Night slowly raised his head, his pupils reflecting the slowly rotating blood-red vortex in the sky.

——Is that the shadow of the moon, or some deeper existence?
Siming's heart suddenly contracted, and an indescribable fear spread along his spine to his limbs.
Tiny shivers rose on his skin, and his fingertips felt cold involuntarily.

"……coming."

He heard himself muttering, but his mind was frantically fighting against this unspeakable oppression.

"They don't belong to this world..."

Loren gritted his teeth and his fingers trembled unconsciously.

Natasha's breathing was rapid, and her fingertips were already on the gun handle.

A trace of cold sweat seeped out of her forehead. She had never experienced such absolute... existential erosion.

The vampires began to kneel down, whispering ancient spells, those sounds were not simple words,

It is a prayer that exists from eternity, as if their souls have been tamed by some higher being.

The three Blood Marquises had already prostrated themselves on the ground, their bodies twisted by the tremors, and even began to bleed. The bright red blood spread along the floor, as if responding to some call.

"We listen—"

They shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the Blood Keep like a trembling hymn.

Then, they arrived.

The sky cracked open, and darkness poured out from the rift.

It is not some kind of substance, but a deeper void, an existence that reality cannot bear slowly seeping in.
It seems as if the world itself is rejecting their arrival, but is unable to resist it.

Unable to focus vision
No one can truly see the full picture of the Twin Princesses. Everyone sees something different.

What Siming saw was - two intertwined shadows, twisting and expanding endlessly, as if time and space were being swallowed by them.

Two holy girls, wearing blood-red dresses, folded their hands, their faces could not be seen clearly.
But their lips were slightly open, they were murmuring, blood was flowing from the corners of their mouths.

The ever-changing faces, each with a familiar smile,
But she had no real facial features, as if countless 'her' were devouring herself.

Hermann's eyes widened, his pocket watch trembled violently, as if it was about to explode. His memories surged wildly at this moment, and his eyes showed complete... confusion and fear.

"Ah...I see." Hermann murmured, his voice tinged with madness.

Celian stood aside, her breathing slightly stagnant. She looked up at the distorted sky and remained silent for a long time before finally whispering:

"...Father, do you really think you can hide this from them?"

"hunger."

The sound came from all directions and echoed in everyone's consciousness.

No syllables, no grammar, just the most primal desire.

"Blood. More blood..."

The bodies of the vampires began to tremble, their pupils began to turn red, and some low-level vampires even began to hurt themselves.
Their instincts are being completely distorted and they are becoming sacrifices to the Twin Princesses.

The Duke frowned slightly, a sharp light flashed in his pupils, and he said coldly:
"As you wish, great True Ancestor."

He slowly raised his hand, and blood-red contract lines emerged from his palm. Then, his eyes fell on the stranger and he announced coldly:

"Their blood is yours."

At this moment, the shackles of fate were locked, and the prelude to the blood sacrifice had begun—

But will the Twin Princesses really be satisfied with these "tributes"?

"One second of freedom is enough to make me happy."

Beizhen, the night before the blood feast.

Siming pushed open the door of the hotel, and the dim candlelight illuminated the freckled girl in the room - Celian.

She was sitting leisurely by the window, stirring the red wine in her glass with her fingertips, and looking at him with a smile. The smile was gentle and non-threatening, but Sima Ming spoke coldly:
"How long are you going to pretend?"

Celian blinked, still smiling, "Mr. Siming, what are you talking about?"

"Princess of Blood Moon, stop acting." Sima Ming interrupted her sophistry, his eyes as sharp as knives, piercing her heart.

After a brief silence, the girl finally smiled. At that moment, her expression was no longer that of a guide from Beizhen, but that of a blood-stained princess.

"It seems that you have seen through me." She murmured softly, her red pupils glowing strangely in the candlelight.

"I came to you to escape," she admitted. "I'm tired of the fate of the vampires, tired of the cycle of sacrifice. You are the one who 'weaves fate', you can give me a new destiny."

Siming stared at her, his tone indifferent, "The cost is unknown, and it may even be worse than your original fate."

"Even if it's just one second of freedom, I'm willing to risk everything." Celian chuckled, but her tone was filled with morbid determination.

"Then let's start." Sima Ming whispered.

Sima Ming raised his right hand, and six stars of reason burned, like the gears of fate slowly turning.

Bizarre visions emerged in the room, as if the world itself was being rewritten. Reality trembled, shadows of cards flickered in the air, and vague whispers echoed in my ears.

Celia stood in the crack of fate, blood dripping from her fingertips, as if fate was devouring her old self.

"The Covenant of the Blood Feast—weave!" Sima Ming whispered softly, and the shadow of the Thousand Faces Man stretched out his arms behind him, like a mad god controlling fate.

Celian's body changed, her original soul was stripped away, and her aura gradually disappeared... No, it was not disappearing, but being changed, reshaped, and imprisoned.

In the end, reality returned to silence, and Sima Ming was the only one in the room.

Celia was gone.

But there was an extra card in Sima Ming's hand.

[Blood Feast·Blood Hunting·Princess Selian]

Siming lowered his eyes, stroking the edge of the card with his fingertips, and said softly:
"I hope the scholar's performance can get by...right, Celian."

The next day, the team set off for Blood Castle.

The freckled girl Celian was still in the team, walking as if nothing had happened, her smile innocent and pure, as if nothing had happened.

But the real Celian was standing on a distant rooftop, looking down at the team as they went away.

She licked the corner of her mouth, revealing a bloodthirsty smile, her red eyes deep and dark.

"At any time... I await your call, Master Siming."

(End of this chapter)