The shattered cathedral door creaked as the smoke cleared, revealing the figure standing at its heart.
Lysara Manson.
Tall. Elegant. Terrifying.
Her eyes, glowing crimson with a starburst of gold, were unmistakably linked to Lucien. Her black dress clung like a lover, and her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she slowly walked across the desecrated floor.
"You're even more delicious in person, little brother."
Lucien didn't move.
Not when her heels clicked like death against stone.
Not even when her scent hit him—like blood and roses and forbidden lust.
> [Warning: Bloodline Match Detected – Genomic Overlap 99.8%]
> [Relationship: Sibling-Class Hybrid. Status: Unknown. Sexual Compatibility: HIGH.]
His jaw clenched. "What do you want, Lysara?"
She grinned. "To see what kind of man my precious brother has become. The stories don't do you justice."
Lilith raised an eyebrow. "Sister? That explains the arrogance."
Lysara gave her a glance sharp enough to slice flesh. "You must be the pet."
Lilith stepped forward. "I'm his right hand."
"And yet you couldn't keep him from taming the holy girl," Lysara purred, shifting her gaze to Seraphiel.
The ex-virgin, still flushed and trembling with residual lustfire, backed away instinctively.
Lysara approached her like a predator would prey.
"You were the pure one, weren't you?" she whispered, circling Seraphiel. "So bright. So clean. And now?" Her finger traced the burn mark on Seraphiel's thigh. "Stained. Claimed. Corrupted."
Seraphiel swallowed, eyes flicking to Lucien.
"Don't look at him to save you," Lysara said sweetly. "He made you like this."
Lucien moved between them. "Enough."
Lysara's smile twisted. "Protective, are we? How cute. But you don't even know what's coming."
> [System Alert – Bloodline Command Interface Unlocked: Family Bond Initiated]
> [New Branch: Manson Royal Line – Vampire Sovereign Class]
Lucien felt it—the tether between them. A line of blood, of power, of something ancient and twisted.
> [Compatibility Warning – Sister's Dominance Level Exceeds Current Evolution]
Lysara leaned in, her breath brushing his ear.
"I'm older. Stronger. I'm the one who survived the Rite before you were even born."
He turned, locking eyes with her. "You're not stronger."
Lysara's smirk deepened. "Then prove it."
Suddenly her palm slammed into his chest—throwing him back ten feet into a crumbling statue.
> [HP -450]
[System Skill Clash: Blood Sovereignty vs Tyrant Instinct – Inconclusive]
Lilith growled. "Bitch wants a fight."
Seraphiel stepped forward. "No. She wants a show."
---
Lucien stood, wiping blood from his lip.
"Why are you here?"
Lysara's eyes darkened. "Because Father's dying. The throne is breaking. And you're next in line whether you want it or not."
Lucien blinked. "Father?"
Lysara smiled bitterly. "The Blood Emperor, darling. The one who cursed us all. You thought the system picked you? No. He wrote the first line of code."
The ground trembled.
> [Main Quest Updated – Confront the Blood Emperor: Inheritance vs Extinction]
Lucien's blood ran cold.
"You're lying."
She stepped forward, cupping his face.
"You think we're monsters because of fate? No. We're monsters because we were made that way."
Lucien's hands trembled—but not from fear.
From fury.
---
Behind them, Lilith and Seraphiel stood silent.
Lilith's hand moved to her blade.
Seraphiel whispered, "She's not just testing him."
Lilith nodded. "She wants him to break."
---
Lysara pressed her body against Lucien's.
"You think taking a little virgin made you a king?" she whispered. "You haven't tasted true blood yet."
Lucien growled, grip tightening on her wrists.
But she only grinned. "Go on. Claim me. Make me scream."
> [Warning: Bloodline Taboo – Sibling-Class Bond Violation Detected]
> [Sanction Level: None. Genetic Design Overrides Social Morality]
Lucien's eyes widened.
"What the hell is this system?"
Lysara leaned into his ear, voice like poison silk.
"The one designed to breed gods."
---
The air thickened.
The system pulsed.
Lust. Blood. Madness.
Lucien shoved her off. "I'm not like you."
Lysara hit the wall—but landed like a cat.
"Oh, but you will be."
She vanished.
Just blinked out of sight.
---
> [System Alert – Teleportation Magic: Royal Corridor Phase Step Detected]
[Message Left Behind]
A glowing sigil burned into the floor.
Lucien stepped forward.
It read:
"You have seven nights. Come to the Palace of Thorns. Or I will come for you—and your whores."
---
The moment shattered.
Seraphiel sat on the floor, hand to her chest, shaking.
"She wasn't lying," she whispered. "Your father... created the system."
Lucien stared at his hands. "I'm a weapon."
Lilith knelt beside him. "No. You're the one who can break the weapon."
Lucien's voice dropped, low and raw.
"Then I'll break the throne too."
---
Later that night, in the ruins...
Seraphiel bathed in a pool of blood and holy water.
Lucien entered without a word.
She didn't cover herself.
He didn't ask her to.
"You came to me pure," he said.
She turned to him, wet hair clinging to her skin. "And now?"
Lucien stepped into the pool, pulling her close.
"You're mine."
Her lips found his neck.
Her legs wrapped around his waist.
And the water boiled around them.
---
Above them, in the shadows, Lilith watched.
One hand between her thighs.
A smile on her lips.
And a thought in her mind.
> "Let her soften him… I'll be the one to rule him."
---
Far away, Lysara stood on a balcony overlooking a city of bone and fire.
She held a blood-stained crown.
Behind her, a coffin trembled.
A whisper escaped it.
"Let me out…"
She turned, eyes glowing.
"Not yet, Father. Not until your son earns his place."