The Fractal Blood Field, a simple and straightforward ability that enabled the caster to control the life and death of those within their domain.
It also boosted the caster's battle prowess for every person they'd exanguinated in the past. These two perks alone making it the most broken Pyromantic Thesis of the Purple Dawn Continent.
To say nothing of the Fylkirs. Even Akamana didn't expect that of all the monsters on the opposite side, Hakim would be the one to unleash the Fractal Blood Field—revealing a mastery of the blood that surpassed even that of his grandfather.
No wonder he had the balls to face the first generation with such contempt. He wasn't acting a fool. They were just not on his level!
"It's really not that surprising when you think about it. All of those so-called Fylkirs are obsessed with their humanity.
Making your brothers blood suckers, your children blood suckers. Your grandson a blood sucker. Your lovers blood suckers. Enjoying family ties, brothers, sisters, warmth, love and whatnot. But all are still suckers.
Some bullshit!
News flash, we're monsters, fellahs—fucking abominations!
There is a literal Abomination hiding in each Fylkir's soul, waiting for them to grow weak to take over and lay waste to the world. But you want to play the human nobles? Majestic, honorable, noble and all the fucking bullshit that doesn't fit a blood sucker?
What exactly is noble or aristocratic about a group of degenerative hypocrites who sold their souls for power and immortality?
Shapur offered his son! Hadrian gave up the love of his life! Trajan abandoned his manhood, Odoacer his heart, Sucuria the capacity for love, Arminius his master, and Gurdenhozer his sanity!
We're monsters. Deal with it. For it is only those of us who embrace their inner beast who can reach the true peak of the Blood Smelting Art.
AKA, Sucuria, Odoacer and me!
Because yes, unlike those mark-ass punks, the boss and Lady Sucuria know better than anyone that they are monsters, vile and corrupt abominations.
"Why do you think my bethrothed all die mysteriously? Some think it's my aunt. Others that it's me. But really, it's the Red God.
Heruka can't stand men being close to me, so he gave me a boon that enables me to test my prospective fiancés. If they fail, the Red God kills them. And they always fail...for no man can look at me without getting consumed by lust," Celestia said with a cool and disinterested tone, shifting back to human form as Sucuria's eyes filled with rage and hatred.
So long! It took her so long to find someone compatible enough to inherit her bloodline. But she had to give up just like that? Because of a horny God? Why?
Why was she the only one doomed to be alone?
Forced into the background by those she helped transcend humanity. And not even allowed to enjoy her immortality.
It wasn't fair!
Ink-colored tears dropped from Sucuria's eyes. But Celestia couldn't care less. Her ocean-blue eyes flashing with Irresistible allure.
"So childish. Do they really think they're worthy of me? They're not. Heruka is not. And you even less, for there is not a person in this world worthy of the Jade-Faced Queen of Springtime City.
I am the bridge, you're the water. Try as you might, you will always be under me," Celestia said, her words sounding as if she wasn't just addressing Sucuria...but the world at large.
Here, she snapped her fingers, conjuring a blast of scarlet flames that healed Suri flawlessly.
"This is all nice and good. But while your cruel little stunt has no doubt weakened me, there is no a scenario where you can defeat me. Not even at 1%." Sucuria stated facts. But Celestia didn't flinch. Better, her sensual and inviting lips curled up.
"And who said I have to? Someone will do that for me. The someone whose been watching over me for 18 years–putting my life and well-being above her own.
The only one worthy of my affection: my aunty, Elektra, and she is behind you." Celestia said, immediately making Sucuria's eyes syretch impossibly.
In that same breath, a tempest of blinding flames came from Sucuria's back, and by the time she'd turned heels, Elektra's fist was crashing into her face—powered by a murderous flurry of Everburning Flames!