Chapter 65 65: Taste Of Blood

He kept trying to get close to Lilith since that was the only way he could take Lilith out, but that was also proving to be the hardest. He didn't know why, but Lilith was unlike any Witch he had ever faced before. Most of the spells were something he had never seen before.

He had lived for a longer time than many. He had seen many new Witches taking command of their Clan while the old Witch Matriarchs died of old age in his lifetime.

With each passing generation, the Witches only got weaker. He had seen so many Witch Matriarchs and even had conflicts with many. He even killed one in his own hands, yet he never saw spells quite like these. These spells were just so unique.

"Which Clan are you from?!" He asked as he wiped the blood off his forehead.

"I doubt you'll understand anything even if I told you. You're too young, junior." Lilith calmly responded.

Despite fighting for so long, she wasn't even out of breath, let alone being hurt. It was as if she was having a walk in the park.

"Young lady, just because I look young, it doesn't mean I'm going. I don't think even your great-grandmother was born when I became a Vampire. You're the Junior here. Now I don't know how you got those interesting spells, but even with them, you can't hurt me. You will soon run out of your spells, but I can keep fighting for days. You have no chance here."

Lilith looked weirdly at the middle-aged man as she sighed. "Even my grandmother wasn't born when you became a Vampire?" She found this statement to be so amusing since her real age was something that the man had no idea.

She was probably older than any Vampire in existence now, let alone Severis.

"Even the Vampires in the Council won't be able to claim what you do. You're like a frog at the bottom of the well."

"Vampires in the Council? Are you talking about the Blood Council? The sheer arrogance!"

"Oh? So they do still exist." Lilith frowned. "That's interesting."

"Hmm?" She noticed something. "You should step back if you know what's good for you."

"No, you should step back if you know what's good for you!" The man sharply responded.

Bang~

In his frustration, the man kept his entire focus on Lilith, not even checking his surroundings. A body came flying, crashing on his body.

Carlisle hit Severis, and both men fell to the ground.

"Carlisle?" Severis helped Carlisle up, noticing he was also covered in blood. His leg was broken. "You in this condition?"

"That bastard is stronger than I thought. Somehow the longer this battle went on, the stronger he became. His speed is more than mine. I don't know why. I have a feeling that he's older than us... The Higher Generation," Carlisle stated as he straightened his legs, letting them heal.

No matter how he tried to fight, Atlas was faster than him. No matter what he tried, Atlas always had the upper edge. At the start of the battle, at least he could still stand on an equal footing. In fact, he was slightly stronger, but now the gap was too much.

He didn't know the skills of a Progenitor. The fact that Atlas drank so much blood from the Vampires was playing out in his favor. As the blood was refined by his body, his strength kept increasing.

Despite that, the strength of Atlas was still not at its peak. Since he wasn't Castiel, he still couldn't call out the full strength, but the Vampire Blood did increase what strength he could pull from the body.

"What are you implying? He is...?" Severis stared at Carlisle grimly.

"He might be an Alpha of the Higher Generation than us," Carlisle answered. "Even I didn't want to believe it at the start, but fighting him had made me sure of it."

"You mean he's a Fourth Generation Vampire... But... That would mean..."

"That would mean we have no chance against him. Us fighting him would be the same as my clan members fighting me. Only a Fourth Generation Vampire can face him."

"So we have no choice then? But why would someone like him want to bully Fifth Generation Vampires? Why did he blow up my castle instead of killing me right there? What was he trying to achieve?"

"Even I'm not sure about that, but I think it's related to the girl I killed when I went to your castle. He repeated those words when fighting me. In any case, I doubt we can get answers. We should get out of this place."

"You mean run away?"

"You want to forget a fourth-generation Vampire?" Carlisle asked sarcastically. "We need to get out of here and get some help for n-"

Carlisle was in the middle of explanation, but before he could finish, someone grabbed the back of his neck.

Atlas came chasing after him to find him talking with. Severis, but he only had one target for now.

Holding Carlisle by his neck, Atlas smacked his head on the ground.

Severis tried to take advantage of this closeness to Atlas.

"I'm your enemy." Before he could even do anything, a formation appeared under his feet.

Three spikes came from the ground, forcing Severis to jump back.

"I'm your enemy, not him. You shouldn't forget it." Lilith appeared before Severis, distancing him from Atlas.

Severis clenched his fist. He wanted to fight. He wanted to show this young witch her place, but he also couldn't forget the words of Carlisle. If Atlas was really a Fourth Generation Vampire, then winning was going to be really difficult in this situation.

A Fourth-Generation Vampire shouldn't have appeared in this place, but if he had, then there was no other option. Instead of fighting, he took the bitter decision of escaping, but for that, he needed to distract Lilith first.

He noticed the Carlisle Clan Vampires standing in the back. Carlisle had instructed them to stay back and now interfere, and that's what they did. Moreover, it wasn't as if any of them were eager to join the battle after seeing how it was going.

"What are you all doing there?! Kill this Witch so I can save Carlisle!" He roared as if he was really angry at them.

The Vampires couldn't say no this time. They all rushed to Lilith from all directions.

With Lilith distracted, Severis could escape. He didn't think twice before running away. One could only show strength before their equals or weaker people. When someone was out there who was stronger than him and trying to kill him, he knew arrogance was the last thing that needed to be in his mind.

Atlas smashed the body of Carlisle on the ground. Carlisle kicked Atlas to free himself, but even as Atlas was locked, he didn't release the neck of Carlisle.

Atlas raised Carlisle in the air before smacking his head. He continued repeating the process as the crater under them kept getting bigger and bigger. The road was painted in the blood of Carlisle.

Carlisle had bled so much that even his vision had started getting blurry by now. His head was bleeding. Every time his head healed, his head hit the hard floor once again, this time with even more strength.

As if having enough, Atlas freed the throat of Carlisle. Instead, he grabbed both the arms of Carlisle. "These are the hands that touched my sister, right?!"

"Arghh!" Carlisle yelled in pain as Atlas pulled his arms from his shoulders.

"Roar! Roar more! Let me hear more!" Atlas tossed both the arms of Carlisle away. "I want even louder screams! They need to be louder than my sister's!"

"What sister?! Who are you?!" Carlisle roared as tears of blood came from his eyes!

"You wanted to know my identity, right? Let me tell you then! You should know why you're dying!"

"Remember a boy you forced to watch as you killed his sister. The same boy who was under your Compulsion? The same boy who was blamed by you for not being able to break your compulsion...?"

Carlisle already knew that this was related to the brother and sister duo, now how! That's the question in his head.

"That boy was me," Atlas flashed a devilish grin. His fangs started coming out. "You took my everything. Even though your life can't compare to what you took, I'll make do!"

"Since you came to serve us drinks, it's only fair that you serve us drinks. However, I can't use the broken glasses. So I guess I'll have to adjust for something else." One last time, Atlas used the same line that Carlisle had used before he stabbed his teeth into the neck of Carlisle.

Carlisle felt the pain he had never felt before as his painful screams reached far and wide. Unfortunately, just like no one could save Misella when she yelled, no one could save him either. His screams were like a beautiful melody for Atlas. The more this person was hurt, the more he felt pleased!