Demonic Lycan's Royal Consort

Chapter 9: Enemy?

In the awakening chamber, Irene was currently unconscious. Her skin was coated with red, and a trace of blood was on her lips. It was her blood. It was not without consequence that she tried to withstand such a terrifying force.

The accumulation of the power of ancestors indeed couldn't be underestimated. She had been too reckless and impatient. Now, after she had just recovered from the magnetic field sequelae, she was injured again. Her inner organs had ruptured, hence the blood on her lips. Luckily, she protected her heart. Otherwise, she'd be without a complete corpse by now.

The damage caused by the tyrannical force had calmed down, and the cells began to repair themselves slowly. Even in her unconscious state, Irene still dimly feel great pain as weakness overtook her entire being.

After what seemed to be a long time, her consciousness hovered between sobriety and drunkness.

"Dæmon's people snatched the weapons again. We were the ones who intercepted these scoundrels. Now, they are the ones reaping the benefit."

Those words seemed to be uttered by a vaguely familiar voice, a man. It was just that she had difficulty remembering who he was.

Irene scrunched her brows, her eyes still closed. She didn't know whether she was dreaming, or had she gone back to that place. Perhaps, everything in the vampire race, her princess identity, werewolf race, and astral continent were only her imagination.

Was this an illusion the result of the backlash? She wondered. For a while, she couldn't differentiate between what was real and what was fake. Her mind was as confused as ever, cloudy like an incoming tempestuous storm. It was as if a veil had covered her mind, memory, and ability to think.

"Just blast another of their headquarter again."

It was the voice again, seemingly the continuation of the conversation fragments. This time, it was a female voice.

"What the use? Dæmon's main rat hole is not easy to track. Even if you set fire on one of his headquarters, he wouldn't have cared." Another male voice again, but this time was lighter, and his tone contemptuous, laced with slight anger and mockery. "Tsk, isn't he such a ruthless person?"

Irene tried to recall again, but the memories were hazy. This time, she was able to perceive the emotions within their words...

"Then, why don't you find Dæmon's main rat hole? You aren't that capable either." The first male voice sounded again, jumping to argue with the second male.

Dæmon...

That name had appeared three times in the conversation. With a great struggle, Irene's mind worked to recall who he was.

She and this group of people seemed to have enmity with this Dæmon. If you ask why she knew that she was with this group of people, she didn't understand. It was just that this kind of conversation wouldn't be a daily chat you would have with an unfamiliar person.

Was this Dæmon related to... she tried hard to recall again, feeling lost in this sea of consciousness. She was like a lonely boat pushed left and right by the undulating waves.

She had a premonition; if she didn't wake up this, she would never do for the rest of her life. The key lay within her memory.

...to her mother?

The three words abruptly emerged, finishing her earlier sentence question.

Was Dæmon related to her mother?

That was right. She seemed to have an extremely important matter, and it was related to her mother.

As soon as this thought appeared in her mind, she sensed a great force threatening to split her head.

Other voices came up randomly, filling her head. Nonetheless, her desire to know about this Dæmon was very strong that she subconsciously focused to recall the conversation earlier.

Alas, to her regret. What followed was the arguments between the two males, and also the helpless female who tried to meditate between the two. However, they seemed to be familiar with each other. The argument sounded like it was a daily occurrence, and wasn't a serious dispute.

Just as the disappointment was about to drown her heart, Irene heard a cold voice.

"Enough."

Her heart shook at the foreign yet familiar voice.

It was her own voice...

She was puzzled, wondering why she would also hear her own voice. It felt like it wasn't her own when she heard it like this from the perspective of a bystander.

"Enough."

Another cold voice sounded, and her mind instantly speculated that it was her own voice again. It should have been repeated due to her puzzlement.

However, a moment later, she noticed something strange as a realization sank in. It was a male voice! Neither from the first or second male from the conversation!

The weak body, which had leaned back stiffly like a dead on the edge of the pool for several days, finally could move again; her fingers twitched.

Strength surged in her body, repairing it in a speed a few times faster than before. Irene didn't keenly notice the strangeness.

Abruptly, her eyes opened. A pair of black pupils like the color of the darkest night. There was a hint of red, like scarlet blood. They were staring at the figure in front of her.

There was a red line in his arms. He was bleeding, and his blood dripped to the floor.

There was actually someone who dared to break into the awakening chamber when there was an awakening ritual. Her mind was slightly muddled. The way her brain processed the information was a bit slow, as if her soul had come out of her body and just gotten in again for adjustment.

Red-colored vessels protruded in her entire arms, to the chest, and then her whole body. Even her face, which had been smeared with blood had the skin visible of veins, like a tattoo.

She almost resembled a demon.

Her fangs bared, staring at the black-robed man in front of her through blurry eyes. He was in a crouching position and probably had been checking whether she had died.

With the power of bloodline coursing through her body, coupled with the anger of being interrupted, the grip of her hand on the man's wrist tightened. Her sharp nails painted four red thin lines across his muscular arms, his blood.

The smell of his blood was different from the nauseating blood in the pool. It even smelled tantalizing, so tempting that she wanted to take a sip.

Irene was truly controlled by her instinct right now. After the days of battle with the bloodline power, the last trace of dim consciousness was wiped off by the tiredness.

She sniffed his arms, vaguely tasting the sweetness in her mouth with a hint of metallic taste. Oh, she probably took a lick just now.

"I said enough." The masculine deep voice growled displeasedly. His body was exuding oppressing aura, forcing others to submit to him.

A confused look passed by Irene's face, which made her look as lovely as the strange combination of a glamorous fox and white bunny; cute, but still alluring.

"You are going to die."

The words were uttered coldly, unfeeling like he was merely informing her of a trivial matter. "I will help you prepare a coffin for compensation."

Although there was no trace of murderous intent, the man seemed to be serious. Irene's consciousness, as if had been triggered by something, began to gradually return.

She was still gripping the man tightly, and the man's words seemed to have caused her grip to become tighter. The tyrannical power from the bloodline earlier was surging through her entire body. Her protruded veins receded slightly.

The demonic look was gone after a moment, returning to her usual soft and fragrant slender beauty looks.

There was a fleeing shock in the eyes of the man. His eyes turned thoughtful when they fell upon Irene's figure. As if he didn't feel her death grip on his bleeding arms at all.

He seemed to be waiting for something, staring at Irene intently.

That was when Irene's consciousness was enough for her to be aware of the happening in her surrounding. And ... she seemed to be in someone's arms right now.

Abruptly, she tried to stand up. Her feet were still partly submerged in the pool of blood. The excruciating pain spread from her head to toe, causing her to let out a small groan. Nevertheless, the pain wouldn't hinder her will to put distance between herself and this man. As long as some broken bones had already been repaired, and the ruptured organs were still working properly, she could still move.

The man was silent, but his eyes were still on Irene, watching her like a hawk.

"Who are you?" The hoarse voice sounded, suppressing something.

The blurry eyes, which were previously filled with blood that they had nearly gone blind, were also slowly recovering. She was only aware that the person in front of her just now was a man. She couldn't see his face.

Emotions rolling inside her heart were hard to identify. It was a mix of shame, anger, humiliation, and hatred. This man had seen this side of her, the most vulnerable part that she was unwilling to show to the outsiders, not even her trusted ones.

Probably only Reyes and that person.

"You are still not dead?" The man's voice was hesitant, with a little doubt that couldn't be faked.

The source of the tyrannical power coursing through her veins was still there. She was in an extremely irritable state and thus, was easily provoked.

Without any warning, she threw a punch at him.

She regretted a bit that she was too hasty to move earlier. She could have pretended to be dead as he wished, and when he lowered his guard, she could sneak an attack to shatter his heart, killing him instantly.

The man didn't take the attack head-on. It was the power of the royal vampire ancestors after all. And in this chamber, which belonged to the vampire race, this power was supreme. He had to be extremely careful.

Irene seemed to be aware that the bloodline power was helping her, soaking her like she was a fish in water, and she was exercising it to her advantage.

She also seemed to feel some sort of enmity deep in her bones, not just because of her hatred. The previously dormant royal vampire bloodline was like a sleeping dragon being startled by a snake. It was roaring, defending its territory.

At this moment, Irene seemed to feel a feeling she hadn't experienced for a long time. It was absolute frustration and a deep sense of powerlessness. Luckily, there was the bloodline power, or otherwise, she would be battered that none of her bones left.

The two exchanged a lot of moves. Her pupils constricted when she sensed that this man seemed to be stronger than she thought. Of course, considering that he was able to break into the 'divine land' of the vampire race under the eyes of elders, kings, and nobles vampire, his strength was apparent.

In her stupor, Irene realized something. As she gathered the power in her hand, she became more and more familiar with it, as if it was blending willingly with her, not just because she was of royal descent. It was less tyrannical, no longer just like a ball of energy containing the power which threaten to destroy her.

"You are very strong," She commented flatly but honestly.

The little information sent her in a great mood that she was willing to open her mouth.

The man didn't give any response. The entire time, Irene noticed that he looked like he was distracted by something.

Finally, the power of the bloodline in the chamber seemed to be angered that the man wasn't easily shot down in a few quick blows. All of a sudden, a power beyond Irene's control gathered, forming a gigantic bat, which instantly headed toward the man.

The explosion sounded, and the earth felt like it was shaking. The entire chamber vibrated, and the thundering outburst reverberated to the throne hall, where the kings and the nobles were.

Blood splashed into Irene's face, and some got into her mouth. She was also blown away by the shock, slumping on the floor.

Wiping away the blood on her face, she discovered with stupefaction that it tasted extremely sweet, like the candy she first tasted in the orphanage at that time, which made her yearn for it again after days of starvation.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her when she realized it was the man's blood that tasted so addictingly sweet. She licked her lips, feeling the lingering aftertaste.

At that moment, the door of the chamber was also abruptly opened. For a split second, Irene instantly thought about the man who had been in the chamber with her. The blood was a sign that he seemed to be injured by the attack of the bloodline power earlier.