Kael stood silently among the ancient ruins, cloaked in darkness. His crimson eyes burned with a chilling intensity as he observed the shattered temple from a distance.
The altar, glowing faintly with remnants of divine and infernal energy, stood as the focal point of centuries of bloodshed and secrets.
Kael's lips curled into a cold smile. He had waited lifetimes for this moment—Aeon, the angel who haunted his dreams, now stood vulnerable, weakened by his memories manifesting within Tong.
Kael's grip on his blade tightened. "This time," he whispered, "there will be no mistakes."
Kael's mind churned with the knowledge he had pieced together over the centuries. In the past, he had struck Aeon down, his blade piercing the angel's heart. But he had not understood the true weight of his actions. Killing Aeon alone had not ended the war between angel and demon; it had merely paused it.
He now understood the missing piece: the blood of the angel. It had to be returned to the altar to sever the divine connection permanently.
The ritual was incomplete, and because of his ignorance, the Ventore family's curse had persisted. Worse, their demon blood had only grown stronger, festering within Mark—a Ventore unlike any before him.
Kael's gaze drifted to the altar, his lips curling into a cruel sneer. Mark was the key. The monster born of the Ventore family's defiance was no ordinary vampire.
The blood of the vat—the seal Aeon's essence had created—had bound Mark, suppressing his monstrous hunger.
If Kael could unleash that hunger, if he could break the seal and use Mark as a weapon, he could destroy both angel and demon power.
Inside the temple, Mark stood protectively in front of Tong, his posture rigid, his senses alert.
Lyra paced near the altar, her eyes scanning the ruins for any sign of Kael.
"I don't like this," Lyra muttered, breaking the tense silence. "Kael is out there, waiting. He's always waiting."
Mark didn't respond. His crimson eyes flickered to Tong, who was still pale, trembling from the memories of Aeon coursing through his mind. Tong's voice was faint, yet it carried a weight that unsettled Mark.
"Mark," Tong whispered, "I saw it... everything. Aeon's death wasn't the end—it was just the beginning. And Kael—he knows it too."
Mark's jaw clenched. His hands itched to grip the dagger hidden in his coat, the same blade that had ended Aeon once before. "If Kael thinks he can use me, he's dead wrong."
Kael's patience paid off. From the shadows, he observed the trio. Tong's frailty was evident, Lyra's wariness was growing, and Mark's anger simmered beneath the surface.
Perfect, Kael thought. All I need is one push.
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MY GOLDEN BLOOD - JossGawin FanFiction
Fiksi PenggemarI wrote this story as a bit of a vent for when I was feeling a bit down about My Golden Blood. I thought there might not be another novel I could read. Moreover, even if there is, it will be very disappointing because it must be written in Thai, so...
