Chapter 153: Vampire Sisters III
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Sekhmet pulled away. A thin line of blood ran down Vera’s neck.
Vera’s eyes were half lidded now, but she was still aware.
Vela stepped closer without being told.
She tilted her head the same way, offering her neck.
Sekhmet bit again.
Vela’s reaction was different. She did not gasp. She inhaled sharply, then exhaled like she was forcing herself to accept the pain as payment.
Sekhmet drank from her as well.
It was controlled.
It was measured.
The thread formed again, a second resonance locking into his blood.
He pulled back.
Both twins now had small wounds at their necks, bleeding lightly.
Their bodies were already responding to his bite.
Their skin around the puncture marks flushed, then cooled, like something inside was deciding whether to become cursed or evolution.
Sekhmet’s hunger surged for a moment. His instincts whispered that he could drain them. He crushed the thought immediately.
Not yet. Not ever like that.
He stepped away and opened the desk drawer.
Inside lay a small knife. Plain. Sharp. Used for paper cutting and wax trimming.
Sekhmet pulled it out.
The twins watched, eyes bright.
Sekhmet did not hesitate. He cut his palm.
The blade sliced clean.
Blood welled instantly.
His blood was darker than normal human blood, richer, almost luminous in the candlelight. It carried chaos energy and something colder, older, predatory.
Sekhmet clenched his fist once, then opened it above a tea cup.
Blood dripped.
Drop by drop at first.
Then a steady stream.
He filled the cup slowly, keeping his breathing controlled.
The scent of his blood filled the study like a storm entering a room.
The twins swayed slightly, not from weakness, but from reaction.
Their eyes changed.
Not fully.
But the pupils tightened. The gaze sharpened. Their throats moved as they swallowed air that suddenly tasted like hunger.
Sekhmet filled the first cup until it was full.
Then he filled the second.
Two cups.
Both red.
Both steaming faintly, as if the blood carried heat that did not belong to the room.
Sekhmet set the knife down carefully and wrapped his cut hand with a cloth. The wound began closing already, flesh knitting back together.
He lifted the two cups and held them out.
"Drink it," he said.
Vera took the first cup with both hands.
Vela took the second.
Neither hesitated.
They raised the cups and drank.
At first it was slow, like tasting something too intense.
Then their bodies demanded more.
They drank faster.
Vera’s throat worked steadily. Vela’s eyes half closed as she swallowed, the blood sliding down like fire.
When the last drop disappeared, both cups were empty. For one heartbeat, nothing happened.
The room stayed quiet. The candles burned normally. The house outside stayed calm. Then the chaos energy inside the twins ignited.
A pulse moved through Vera first.
Her spine arched slightly. Her fingers curled.
Vela’s breath broke, and her shoulders tightened.
Then the burst came. It was not an explosion that shattered walls. It was a pressure wave, invisible but undeniable, like a bell struck in the bones of reality.
The study’s candle flames bent outward as if pushed by wind, then snapped upright again.
The books on the shelves vibrated softly.
Ink in the inkwell rippled.
The air itself turned heavy, then sharp.
A crimson light erupted around the twins, rising from their skin like glowing mist.
It climbed upward.
The ceiling did not stop it.
The crimson light pierced through the roof as if the roof was smoke.
Outside, above Dawn House, a thin red pillar flashed into the sky for a single breath, then collapsed back down like a wound sealing.
The shockwave rolled out through Null.
It was faint to most.
To ordinary people, it was nothing. A chill. A sudden pressure behind the eyes. A moment of unease they would blame on the weather.
To cultivators and chaos ranked beings, it was a whisper of power, too brief to locate, but sharp enough to make them pause.
To those at god level, it was a ripple. A small disturbance in a sea they controlled.
They could feel it.
They could notice it.
But only if they cared.
Inside the house, in Elena’s room, Elena paused mid sentence while correcting Bat Bat’s handwriting.
Bat Bat was holding a brush wrong and drawing something that looked suspiciously like a bat wearing a crown.
Elena felt the faintest brush of chaos energy like a cold finger across her skin.
She frowned.
For a breath, she looked toward the window. Then she told herself she was tired. Old instincts made people paranoid.
She returned her eyes to Bat Bat’s paper.
"Wrong," Elena said calmly.
Bat Bat pouted.
"It is art," Bat Bat whispered.
Elena did not argue with the word art. Elena argued with the results.
Back in the study, Vera and Vela were changing.
Their skin did not rot.
Their veins did not blacken like ghoul conversion.
Instead their skin smoothed as if imperfections were being erased by an invisible sculptor.
The faint scars on Vera’s wrist marks faded. Not fully, but enough to become a memory rather than a wound.
Vela’s posture straightened. Her shoulders drew back, her spine aligning as if her body found a new natural shape.
Their eyes shifted.
The whites stayed white.
But the iris darkened, then brightened into a controlled crimson glow. Not wild. Not feral.
It was controlled.
Like a predator that chose when to show teeth.
Their fangs formed slowly, not jagged, not monstrous.
It was clean. It was sharp. It was perfect.
Vera gasped as the change moved through her bones.
It was pain, but also relief, like a body that had been forced to live under limitation suddenly discovering it had more space to breathe.
Vela’s hands clenched into fists.
Her nails lengthened slightly, then stabilized. Her skin cooled.
Not dead.
Cold in the way moonlight was cold.
Their chaos energy surged again, rolling through them in waves.
Sekhmet watched closely, his blood threads ready, his focus steady.
He could feel the system working, guiding the conversion like an unseen craftsman.
Then the system chimed inside his mind.
[Ding! System notification: Vampire Creation Complete.
Targets Converted.
Vera Status: True Vampire Confirmed.
Vela Status: True Vampire Confirmed.
New Trait Gained Blood Control Initiated for both kin] [Growth Method Blood feeding.
Rank Advancement Triggered.
Vera Chaos Rank 1 to Chaos Rank 3
Vela Chaos Rank 1 to Chaos Rank 3
Note: Blood God trace amplified conversion. Shared slots Update of Vampire Kin and Blood puppet.
Occupied 3 of 3]
Sekhmet’s eyes narrowed hard.
"Chaos Rank Three.
Two ranks."
He had expected an increase, perhaps a stronger foundation, perhaps improved growth speed. He had not expected a jump that large.
Vera took a breath, then another, like her lungs were learning a new rhythm.
Vela’s gaze snapped to Sekhmet, and her eyes looked sharper now, deeper, as if she could see the blood moving under his skin.
Both twins stood still for a moment, feeling themselves.
Then hunger hit them. Not mild hunger. A sudden thirst that made their throats tighten.
Vera’s fingers trembled.
Vela swallowed hard.
Their gaze moved to Sekhmet’s face. The room’s air felt tighter.