The Fallen Vampire

Chapter 190: He’s Like Cultivation Santa!

The sound of clanging metal could be heard from a large clearing in the middle of the forest.

Within it, a newly quasi-god Lucia was playing with her equally new strength against the hands of her family.

After her breakthrough, these were practically the only people in the cult outside of their family whom she could hope to engage in a contest like this without fear of hurting them.

If Lucia had no difficulty wielding her enormous nine ringed sword before, now it was as if she was swinging around half a feather.

She could really pick up another sword if she wanted...

However, she was able to recognize that doing so may very well compromise the integrity of the art she had already begun to master.

Lucia, like Taira, was a graceful fighter.

Her body swirled like a gentle breeze, but carried twice the destructive force of a hurricane.

The wind pressure alone from her swings continued to keep Shakti and Vaal at bay as if they were toddlers scared of roaring flame.

Though this was supposed to be a friendly and inconsequential little exercise, it felt more and more like they were fighting for their lives.

Honestly, was there anything that could get them out of this unfair and dangerous situation?!

"Whew! Thanks for helping me shake off some of my rust, guys!" Lucia suddenly stopped out of nowhere and buried her sword in the ground.

She looked perfectly healthy and unbothered. Her hair hadn't even come out of place from how she styled it this morning.

Meanwhile, Shakti was sweating like a pig and Vaal was covered head to toe in dust.

Not to mention the fact that both of the were panting like they'd just run a full marathon.

Despite their exhaustion, the two of them still somehow managed to raise their arms to cup their fists.

""T-Thank you for the spar, my lady...""

Nearby, Ayame and Keran were watching this entire scene while in the company of Enyo.

"Wow... Strong, capable, attractive... you've somehow ended up with some very desireable bedfellows, my daughter." Ayame whistled before glancing at her side. "..And that one too I suppose."

Enyo as always was reclining backwards comfortably and half asleep. Her usual messy black hair thick thighs were on full display.

She half-heartedly raised a brow at the werewolf fallen's unprovoked and rude comment.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean, mother-in-law?"

"... I'm just going to say it, I don't see Taira's attraction." Ayame shrugged.

"Mom!" Keran pinched her mother hard on the side.

"I'm just being honest! I've almost never seen her with her hair combed, and she could perhaps stand to lose a bit of weight as well."

"MOM!"

"I'm just making an observation!"

"Observation my tails! You're being rude!"

"Not intentionally!"

It took very little time before her eyes eventually became heavy, and she felt herself dozing off.

In her dreams, Lucia envisioned herself floating within a space that felt eerily familiar to her.

Just as she was trying to place where she'd seen it before, a familiar voice cleared up most any lingering confusion.

"Little Lucia. It's been quite a while, hasn't it?"

Lucia glanced above her head and found an entity floating above her whom she didn't recognize.

However, that extremely distinctive voice of his was one she couldn't mistake even if she wanted to.

"Uncle Abaddon!"

'Uncle..?' The black dragon chuckled.

Once he floated down in front of her, Lucia began poking him all over as if he were a pincushion.

"What happened to you? You left so abruptly last time that I didn't get a chance to ask you anything else. And what happened to your hair and skin? Is this gonna happen to me too when I mature??"

Even though Lucia was an adult by human standards, in dragon society she would be considered something like a baby since she is less than a few hundred years old.

So it was understandable that now that she was meeting an elder of her species, she had lots of questions to ask.

And to his credit, Abaddon did answer every one patiently and with great amusement.

But since she did have quite a few, it was a while before he actually got to announce his reasoning for coming here.

"I met your husband."

"Eh? Really??"

Abaddon nodded. "Truth be told, I was going to collect something from him. The blood of the creature he drank doesn't belong in this world and my responsibility is to put them back where they belong. But..."

"But?" Lucia raised a brow curiously.

"At present, he doesn't appear to pose a danger to the stability of the realm. Nor does the blood seem to retain it's former personality."

Lucia smiled gratefully which in turn seemed to make Abaddon mirror it.

"Your family is quite special, Lucia. I'm anxious to see what you all will accomplish in your lifetime. And because of that, I've given you all a little something as proof of my interest."

Lucia immediately looked intrigued. "Really? What is it?"

-

Taira slowly opened his eyes after having the worst headache / fever dream of his life.

As his vision became unfoggy, he looked down at the two liter glass bottle sitting between his feet.

It was filled with a strange multicolored liquid, and just with one look stairs could tell it was miraculous.

A small white card was placed just on top of the wooden lid.

There was no name or long explanation on the card. Just a simple statement and a well wish.

I'm a really big fan of cultivators, you know? Consider this blood your 'golden finger'.