Chapter 358 The End Of Everything

Gen opened her eyes.It was time.

She sat up, looking around the dungeon. Nobody had made it inside. Good. That meant they knew where she was.

She'd left enough clues to lead the Attendant here. It should be enough.

She sighed as she stood on her feet. She could feel the blood oath burning inside of her. She was finally at the end. The end of everything.

"Hello." She waved at Nicodemus who kept snarling day and night. He'd probably not had a good night's sleep since he became like this.

"How are you feeling?" She asked him as she began to stretch in preparation. "You must be feeling ecstatic. So am I."

She paused.

"Well, not completely ecstatic. While I am happy that this burden would finally be removed from me and I'd attain the peace I've always been seeking, I also feel… sadness."

She sighed, memories of her coven filtering into her mind.

She'd left Faewall at the time with a fire burning in her gut. She'd made a reckless oath and in order to gain the necessary skills she needed, she joined the place where she felt she'd get it.

The peacekeepers.

She'd served her necessary term of ten years and taken the transfer package. With her ten years complete, she'd need a break of ten years to join the force again.

She'd followed the closest friend she'd had in the peacekeeper all the way to First City. They'd tried to survive in the city until they'd been offered a chance to be part of a coven. The same arrangement she'd had with the Nicodemus coven.

She'll be part of the coven on paper but unofficially, she wasn't a part of the coven. She would only be enjoying the privilege of being under the banner of a coven.

She'd thought the deal was pretty sweet until she'd discovered the betrayal. She'd killed the woman who'd helped her. It hadn't been easy of course but she'd been able to catch her off guard.

Unfortunately, her friend hadn't tried listening to her. Instead, Sarah had attacked her. And because of this, Gen had been forced to find a man of her own.

She remembered the day they first met. The day she'd rushed into the alley to see Olivia offering Ezra the coven contract. The way they'd negotiated and came to an agreement.

The knot of sadness inside her began to grow, mixed with her joy and dissolved into nostalgia.

She missed the days when they were fighting for their lives. A time when she could look into the eyes of those around her and see their intentions.

Maybe that was why she'd grown to love the fight, earning herself the nickname of 'bloodthirsty bitch.'

If there was anything she regretted the most, it was making this blood oath.

"Do you regret it?" She asked Nicodemus who kept snarling, trying to ditch the golden chains and get to her.

"Do you regret showing your so-called friends your relic?" She asked. "You must. If you don't, then you'd be the biggest idiot I've ever seen."

"They were your friends! They were supposed to stand by you and my sister." She snarled. Her eyes grew hot but there were no tears left to shed. She'd shed them a long time ago.

"Damn you, Nicodemus." She whispered. "Damn you to all the hells that exist."

She threw her head back and yelled her frustration into the ceiling.

After calming down, she sighed. "This is bullshit."

She cast her eyes around the room before her gaze fell on the empty wine bottle. She picked it up and raised it over her mouth, sticking her tongue out.

She waited for a few seconds before a drop of blood wine dropped on her tongue. She smacked her lips, savoring the taste.

"You know," she said conversationally, "I was scared when my sister disappeared."

She flexed her palm and her talon shot out of a finger.

"She was my whole world. I never knew my parents. They died in a car crash. Self driving car accident. She raised me even though she was only five years older." Discover hidden stories at empire

She raised the talon, studying it before nodding in satisfaction.

"When she disappeared, I searched everywhere. There was no trace of her. The authorities gave up. Her friends gave up. I never did. And guess what? It paid off."

She pushed the talon on her wrist and slashed it open.

"She appeared before me, looking even more beautiful than the rays of the sun hitting a pond at the perfect time of the day to create the perfect image. She looked more than perfect."

She used her compression technique and her blood flowed out of her in a stream down into the bottle she held.

"And then I heard the story. You were the one who stole her from me, Nicodemus. It was you."

The bottle was slowly getting filled with dark vampire blood, filled with all the vitality she hadn't extracted from it yet.

"I'd be forever grateful for you allowing me to join your coven even if it was in name only to be with her but…" She trailed off before sighing.

"They killed her, Nicodemus. They fucking killed her." Gen gritted her teeth. The tears were truly gone.

"As they killed my world, I made an oath. An oath to kill their world. An oath to use my life to destroy theirs. And here we are." S~eaʀᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

After judging the blood enough, she allowed her regeneration to kick in and close the wound.

She held up the bottle, examining it. "It's not a flood but it'll do."

With the activation of a tattoo, she left the natural world, appearing in her pocket dimension.

There it was. The golden chain holding Nicodemus captive. She walked to it and studied it. She could do this.

She grasped hold of it and began pouring her vitality into it. The chain was not like a door but the principle was the same. Eventually, it will unlock.

But she'd run out of vitality before it did. That's why she'd tattooed her final title for just this one moment. A tattoo to shift the burden from vitality to soul. Not her soul. Nicodemus.

She glanced at the bottle of blood before pouring it over the chains. Then she activated the tattoo.

The blood evaporated in an instant and the chain flickered, briefly gaining color in the mirror dimension before she felt the shift.

There was a soft pop and it was done. Nicodemus' already weakened soul had taken over the burden of unlocking the chain. But he needed something to support the weakened soul.

Blood.

Her blood.

She sighed. This was it. The end.

"I'm sorry, Red." She lifted her head up.

"I'm sorry, Olivia."

She closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ezra."

She spread her arms.

Then she called out a name she hadn't uttered since that fateful day.

"I'm sorry, Ginevra."

Then she popped back into the real world.

Nicodemus was on her in an instant. His fangs sinking into her neck. His hands thrust into her chest, grabbed her heart and ripped it out, feasting on the blood like a starving monster.

Genesis only had a last smile before her soul departed the mortal coil.