In a room with black and red tones, an old, pale-skinned man was standing by the window. His gaze was fixed on the vast expanse of sky, the wind that occasionally blew against his black robe.
Jason Victor, is a vampire king who has been the leader of the vampire nation for years. She is a pure vampire with red irises and fangs in her teeth, her strength is never in doubt.
Shortly after that, someone walked into the room, crouched down facing Jason while lowering her head. Sensing someone behind him, Jason turned slightly, still facing the window.
"What's wrong?" Jason asked.
"Sorry king, I bring bad news," said the person who is a follower of Jason.
Jason grimaced showing fangs in his teeth when he heard it, he really hates bad news. Then he turned to face the person in front of him, his sharp eyes fixed on that person.
"Say!" Jason ordered firmly.
"Sorry king, I heard the news that the werewolf nation has a powerful weapon that can kill the king during the war later."
Yep, the vampire and werewolf nation will fight on a full moon. That's an agreement made by the leaders of the two nations, they've all been at odds for a long time and often kill each other. They used to have a good relationship, but disagreements occurred again when Jason had a relationship with his wife Luciana. William who was the werewolf nation's alpha, also liked Luciana at that time. Because Luciana prefers Jason, Willian is furious and swears that he will wipe out all the vampire nations without being left.
Jason who is fed up with the strife decides to go to war, if the vampire nation wins the battle. Jason wants the vampires and werewolves to make peace, while William says that if the werewolves win, the vampires must submit to his rule. Even though the gamble wasn't worth it, Jason still wanted to do it so there wouldn't be any more fights.
Pyarr...
Instantly Jason's red eyes lit up, with his strength he broke a jar not far away. His breath caught holding his anger, how could a werewolf nation have a weapon like that.
"They won't be able to kill me with just that weapon!" Jason shouted in disapproval.
"Sorry king, that weapon is a spear that was made to defeat the vampire nation. If that spear is stabbed into your heart, you will likely die." Jason's followers lowered their heads even more as they said that.
Jason was getting angrier, his jaw clenched. The fangs on his teeth grew longer, his neck muscles seemed to be about to pop out. His gaze stared straight ahead, his brain was thinking how the weapon didn't kill him in the next war.
"There's only one way the weapon can't kill me, and I can be immortal," he muttered, pulling the corners of his lips up, forming a sinister smile.
"Call Prince Edward here!" Jason looked back at the man who had given him the news. While walking towards his national seat, then sat there.
The man nodded, then backed away slowly. After that it shot quickly away from there, like a swift wind.
After a long wait, Jason felt the wind blow into his room. His net caught a young man leaning against the wall with a cold face. Jason could only shake his head in response to his son who was too cold and flat.
Edward Victor, Jason and Luciana's only child. A pure vampire with unquestionable strength, her irises were brown like Luciana's. His tall body and pale white skin like his father, his flat and sharp gaze could make anyone shudder in horror when he saw him.
Edward glanced at his father who was now also looking at him with a sharp gaze, the young man raised an eyebrow then said, "What's wrong?" he asked briefly.
Jason took a deep breath, trying to be patient with the boy. "Come here! What's the way you talk to dad?" he said firmly.
Edward huffed in annoyance, then walked over to Jason as he had been instructed. He neither hates nor dislikes his father, that's how it is with everyone except the mother.
"What's wrong?" Edward asked again.
"Edward, do you remember the war between the vampires and the werewolves?" asked Jason to which Edward nodded.
"The werewolf nation currently has a weapon that can kill father, if father dies then the possibility of father's followers will also weaken."
Edward was silent for a moment, his hands clenched tightly. His red eyes were blazing, his sharp fangs showing as he grimaced. Edward really hates when his family is threatened. "Then how do we deal with that weapon?" he asked.
"There's only one way..." he answered with a smile on his face.
Edward raised an eyebrow, waiting for his father to continue.
Jason rose from his throne, walked over to his son. He stood in front of Edward, his hand reached out to gently pat Edward's shoulder then said, "Holy blood," he continued firmly.
While Edward was deep in thought, he knew little about holy blood. Holy blood is blood that can make any vampire immortal and has great power if he drinks it. But what Edward knows, it is very difficult to find the owner of the holy blood. Then how did his father get that holy blood?
"Are you crazy? That holy blood possessor is really hard to get, isn't it?"
"I know, but I found it a long time ago with my power," Jason replied.
The corner of Edward's lips lifted, he smiled at that. With the holy blood, his father will become immortal and the vampire nation will win the war later. Edward had wanted to kill the werewolves for a long time, but Jason always got in the way. By reason of wanting to make peace with the werewolf nation.
"Then what are you waiting for, father? Just bring that person here with father's power," said Edward.
"It wasn't me who brought him here, but you."
Edward's eyes widen, what does this mean? How could he bring that person. While Edward did not know where and who the owner of the holy blood was. "What do you mean, father? Me?" he asked pointing to himself and then said back, "How come?"
Jason just smiled, I don't know what that smile meant. "You can, Edward. I will send you to that person's place, your job is not only to bring him here. You must approach him and make him volunteer to come with you here. He will be the greatest power of the vampire nation forever," he explained emphatically.
Edward was silent, his brain having trouble digesting his father's words just now. But he had no other choice but..
"Okay, I'll go."