ꪻ᭙ꪮ ᧁꫀꪀꪻꪶꫀ ꫝꫀꪖ᥅ꪻᦓ

Zero had never thought he would enjoy anything related to vampires, yet here he was.

It all started with his weekly 'dinner' with the Headmaster and Sensei, but today, there was an uninvited guest. He felt unnatural—his posture was carefree, yet he remained quiet until Sensei revealed what he was.

"Kiryu-kun, this is Sanguini, one of my closest acquaintances, and also one of the oldest Children of the Night."

Zero bowed but was confused by the term. What kind of creature was this Sanguini-san?

"Also known as a Vampire Lord."

He jumped back, reaching for his Bloody Rose, but before he could even grab it, the gun was wrenched from his grasp and flew straight into the waiting hand of his Sensei.

"Kiryu-kun, I would appreciate it if you didn’t point weapons at my associate," his Sensei deadpanned.

"Haha! I like this one. His soul is fiery."

"Hmph. Let’s see how you react after I put a bullet in your skull," Zero sneered.

"Hah! Your lovely little toy wouldn’t harm me, boy."

"Harry, darling, wouldn’t you help me demonstrate?"

Sensei’s eye twitched. Wordlessly, he pulled the trigger and fired at the creature. But the bullet shattered before it could even touch him.

How had his weapon become defective? He had killed vampires before. Even Kuran tensed whenever Zero pointed his gun at him.

"Kegh!! The vampires here don’t stand a chance if they’re scared of this toy," he muttered.

"It seems I said that out loud."

"You did."

"Now, if the tantrum is over, I believe we have matters to discuss," Sanguini said seriously.

"Kiryu-kun, the Headmaster and I will be in the side room," Sensei said, before they both disappeared to give them privacy.

Zero now turned to look at the carefree vampire lounging lazily, yet still emanating an aura of danger.

"So, you’re a vampire."

"No, I am a proud Child of the Night. And you are a toddler having an identity crisis."

"Why, you—! You have no idea—" he hissed.

"Calm down."

It was a command. The creature in front of him hadn’t raised his voice, yet suddenly, Zero felt his emotions drain, and his body obeyed against his will.

"Now, you will be silent and listen carefully. Nod if you understand."

He nodded, not daring to do otherwise.

"Listen here, brat. I’ve met many people who refuse to accept who they are, only to self-destruct in misery—dragging down everyone who cares about them."

"Your adoptive father clearly cares for you enough to call in one of the most dangerous creatures for help. Your Sensei also wants to help. So unless you respect them, you will listen to what I am about to tell you. Understood?"

Zero nodded again.

"The notion of vampirism has existed for millennia. Many cultures—Mesopotamians, Hebrews, Ancient Greeks, and Romans—have tales of demons and spirits that define our race as vampires. But they are both right and wrong.The first vampires were human. Yes, I know it’s unbelievable, but it’s the truth."

"It was a time when Gaia was still untainted—when humans still worshiped her as she deserved. Dormant energies existed, free but untouched."

"Now, let me tell you how the Children of the Night were made."

"The word ‘vampire’ translates roughly to ‘ghost monster.’ The term ‘upir’ means ‘the thing at the feast or sacrifice.’ No Child of the Night would call himself a ‘vampire.’ It is an insult."

Zero listened in stunned silence.

"The first Child of the Night was born out of sheer vengeance."

"There was once a kind Count, the youngest of his family, who had no interest in power or ambition. He was intelligent and handsome, almost chosen as heir by his father—something his incompetent siblings resented. But the Count only cared for knowledge and mystery. So, he rebelled, choosing to rule over a small countryside instead.

Yet, despite his choice, the people still affectionately called him Count, recognizing him as the true heir. His siblings burned with envy.

But the young Count did not care. He only cared for his people and his knowledge. He was a noble with kind morals, beloved by all.

Then, he did the forbidden—or so his people claimed.

He fell in love with a witch.

At that time, witches and wizards were feared, tortured, and executed. This is something you should ask your Sensei about."

Zero’s breath hitched.

"The witch was a Ravenclaw at heart, running an apothecary. It was love at first sight.

One day, the Count visited her for medicine. Ever curious, he asked for the ingredients. Instead of speaking in the common tongue, she replied in Latin and Greek. At that time, only nobles could read and write. A literate woman was deemed a witch. They both talked for hours nd when the sun set the count invited her for a diner at his manor and the rest is history

His father denied the marriage. A no-name country bumpkin could not be his son’s wife. But the Count threatened to run away with her. Reluctantly, his father gave his blessing—on the condition that he never returned and never shows his face again.

His siblings, however, feared the witch’s power. They worried she would make him strong enough to claim his birthright. So they devised a plan.To strike when the witch was at her weakest.

At the wedding, they gave fake blessings. Then, they spread rumors about his wife. Soon, people started vanishing—murdered in ways that pointed toward witchcraft.

The villagers always saw her as an outsider. They envied her beauty, her literacy, her status as the Count’s chosen one. Hypocrites—they accepted her free medicine yet despised her.

So, when the Count was called away to deal with a collapsed dam, they convinced him to leave his wife nd his unborn child behind. He agreed, unaware that his siblings had hired soldiers and incited the villagers to murder her.

When he returned, he found his manor burned, his wife’s corpse hanging in her beloved garden, her stomach torn open—dogs feasting on the remains of his unborn child.

He screamed and sobbed, but before he could take revenge, his siblings’ assassins fell upon him. Though he fought, he was only one man.

They tortured him for hours, mocking him as he crawled toward his child’s remains—only to drag him to a ditch and bury him alive.

But he did not die.

A pure soul blackened too quickly awakens dormant power. If he had blood, he would have become a wizard. But with his body drained, his newly awakened magic craved blood to survive.

When he emerged, he massacred the entire village bathing in their spilled blood and then he hunt his siblings , displaying their corpses as a warning on the borders of his territory .Only then did he bury his family. And then, himself—in a same grand coffin, hoping for death.

Yet he did not die.

Over the decades, treasure hoarders disturbed his slumber, you see when the count was bathed in blood his skin absorbed  the nutrients enough so he could survive , our skin can osmosis nutrients a little bit when needed  so his body absorbed it, reviving him.  When treasure hoarders awaken him he quickly sated his hunger for blood and then proceed to sleep again in his coffin never leaving his family behind, it happens so many time that , the legend of vampires sleeping in coffins was born."

"It was also why we feed on human blood it was closet to the our biological structure before we were awakened, we can still drink animals blood but we will be a lot weaker and we could not hunt witches or wizards due to their magic lashing out at us"

Zero sat frozen.So, the first Children of the Night were not cursed. They were created by human greed and betrayal. He thought 

They both sat in silence. But one thing was bothering him

"Then why didn’t the witch defend herself?" Zero asked.

"She was pregnant. Her magic protected her child, not herself and not to mention there were no magical institutions back then. Knowledge was passed down verbally. Against dozens of soldiers and a bloodthirsty mob, she stood no chance."

Zero swallowed.

"Now, Kiryu-san, your case is unique. You should have turned years ago."

He tensed, but Sanguini continued.

"Your will is admirable. Truly. But you cannot hold out much longer. The blood pops help, but they won’t prevent your descent into madness—unless you drink your sire’s willingly given blood."

Zero refused to respond, barely holding himself together.

"But," Sanguini added, "there is another way. You must drink the blood of a higher-ranked Child of the Night."

"So, I’d become a slave to another vampire?"

"No. Your Sensei would kill me before I could recreate British imperialism."

"Why would you help me?"

Sanguini smirked. "Because you have potential. With proper training, you could surpass even Kuran."

Could he really?

"And," Sanguini added with a grin, "I’d get an adorable son."

Zero groaned. "I take it back!"

"Think it over. You have two days. The Blood Moon won’t wait.

Toodles~"

With that, Sanguini vanished into black smoke.

A son, huh?