My Soul card is a Reaper

A couple of hours later, the leaders and elders of the Crescent Clan, Smoke Clan, and Silver Clan were invited to a banquet at the Blood Clan compound; the occasion was the sudden breakthrough of Remia Blood's soul realm.

While the timing was awfully bad, the fact is that the Blood Clan has now seen the emergence of a second 9-star Arcana Master, which indeed calls for a celebration worth inviting every clan in the village.

However, it is only after these three clan heads arrive at the banquet that they realize that the Ash Clan, Night Clan, as well as Azzy, weren't invited to this event at all.

Gredor was already on the side of the Blood Clan. Hence, he didn't feel awkward at all. Even more, his support for them only grew further in his mind as well as in his heart.

However, for the other two, it was a complicated situation. They could guess his intentions, probably support his clan, and go against the throne, but on the other hand, there is an 18-year-old Supreme Being who will surely become a demigod in the near future. Getting into Azzy's good graces will ensure their clan's prosperity for many thousands of years to come.

Suddenly, they felt like they were walking on a tightrope tied to two mountains.

As the elders and the invited elite warriors of their respective clans were busy enjoying the delicacies and dance events, the three clan leaders had a private meeting with Francis Blood in his study room, which was equipped with a noise-canceling barrier.

Gredor Crescent, Harvard Smoke, and Ares Silver were handed a silver jewelry box by a servant as they took their seats.

Gredor was the first to open it and found a scarlet-sized pill resting on a soft cushion in the box. "This…" His eyes widened in surprise. "So much spirit energy…" The others followed suit and had similar reactions.

Francis crossed his arms and said, "They are blood orbs, which we collect from our deceased clansmen. The ones you have belonged to peak-stage Exalt realm experts, which will raise the chances of a breakthrough by at least 50% for an Exalt realm Arcana Master and around 10% for a legendary realm Arcana Master. Consider these my gifts to you all."

Ares observed the pill between his fingertips as he raised it to his eyesight. "I'm sure Clan Leader Francis wouldn't give us such treasures for nothing. What do we have to do in return? Let me say this in advance: our Silver Clan won't support you if you intend to rebel. If anything, we will go against you." He placed it back in the box and shut it firmly. Harvard Smoke and Gredor cast sidelong glances at Ares and then looked at Francis.

Francis Blood didn't get angry or feel offended by Ares' comment. Instead, he calmly replied, "I don't intend to do that either. I'm not foolish. I witnessed Azrael's strength with my own eyes. Even if all the clans unite to fight against him, they will all be soundly defeated."

"Huh? Is he that strong?" Gredor felt a tremor in his soul, thinking about how he was trying to scheme against Azzy. Continue your saga on m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

Francis continued, "I merely want you all to write a petition."

"Petition?" The clan leaders glanced at each other in wonder.

Meanwhile, at Garcia Palace;

Azzy was having dinner with his family. There was a strange silence in the room. Hesitation could be seen on Vesyrn's face, and his parents were exchanging glances and making weird facial expressions only they knew the meaning of for quite a while.

Azzy sensed it for a time but tried to avoid it. Eventually, he was forced to speak as Vesyrn finally brought up the topic of what happened in the first meeting of the clan leaders after sending away Affea with a maid as it was her bedtime.

"Son, I think you should rethink," Vesyrn tried to convince Azzy. "Or at least you should take it slow," he added after receiving silence from Azzy.

Azzy replied with a question instead, "Dad, have you ever heard of Vampires?"

Vesyrn and Izora exchanged glances; neither of them understood what he was trying to say, but Vesyrn replied, "Vampires are childhood stories, son. They are undead immortal creatures cursed to live eternity in the shadows."

Azzy continued to ask as if he were lecturing a student in class, "And what do they feed on?"

"Blood," Vesyrn answered immediately before furrowing his brows, "If you are linking the Blood Clan to Vampires, I must tell you that such rumors existed in the past, but they have all been dispelled as myths. Our former clan head, Sheldon Garcia's Book of Adventures could be found in the library. You can see him admit that the Blood Clan has no relation to those monsters in the myth. The stories were merely created to hide the existence of werewolves and their origins linked to human experiments, that's all."

Azzy couldn't help but sigh, "Dad, you haven't been there. But the entire clan witnessed Sasha turning into a vampire on the day she was killed."

"What?" Vesyrn got up abruptly, disbelief clearly visible on his face, "That's not possible. Otherwise, people would have talked about it. You must have been mistaken."

"That's because they don't know what an actual vampire looks like. They can only imagine the things described in books and shown in movies. I have seen one in person."

"What? When?"

"It's a long story." Azzy stared at his dad. "Anyway, the point is that the stories weren't created to hide the existence of werewolves, Dad. They were exaggerated to hide the existence of the Blood Clan."

Before his parents could react to his statement, Azzy pulled out a book of death from his storage card, "Our clan's lost treasure, the Book of Death."

"Book of Death?" Vesyrn and Izora intently stared at the tome.

"I accidentally got my hands on this a long time ago. At first, I thought it was merely a history book that recorded our clan's history but recently, I have learned that it is much more than that. When its user had a doubt about his clan, a record that linked to his doubts would automatically appear randomly in the book. I think it is linked to the timeline somehow. Anyway, according to the Book, fifty millennia ago, in the fifth epoch, back when werewolves were created by experiments, the Blood Clan isn't actually a clan in the first place. It was actually just one individual, a demigod afflicted with the curse of sunlight and sometimes, an uncontrollable urge for bloodlust. Due to this curse, he locked himself in the crypt of his castle.

His daughter would come down to him to talk atleast once a day and that piece of conversation would actually suppress his bloodlust for the entire day.

One day, his daughter doesn't come to visit him. One day turned into two days, then, a week, and eventually a month.

The demigod grew worried and impatient. He got out of his own crypt, only to find out that his family was killed by the onslaught of werewolves along with the villagers around.

The demigod was enraged and he started hunting down the werewolves but they were too many and scattered across the continent. Not to mention, he cannot go out in the morning either. So, he started infecting the humans to turn them into vampires and make his own army.

The werewolves were out, and he had peace, but the vampires he created became a menace to society as he never expected them to lose their control over the beings they had infected. The hidden clans acted. They worked together with Abel Tower and other organizations to hunt them down.

Feeling responsible for his own act, the demigod eventually made a deal with our former Clan Head, Zyga Garcia, to have a place for the first-generation vampires in our clan to protect them from persecution.

Over the years, vampires disappeared and became a myth, in both the outside world and here too. This is why the Blood clan can never let themselves have offspring with outsiders. Perhaps, even the current generation of Blood Clan probably has no idea about their own history. Or atleast, the branch family members."

A long silence filled the room.

"That's too much to take, son…" Vesyrn couldn't help but sigh in disbelief. He never expected the Blood Clan to have such a story. All this while, he thought they were just the clan with the specialization to control Blood.

Izora, on the other hand, digested the matter quicker, and asked, "But, what's their history has anything to do with expelling them out."

Azzy grimly looked at his mother, "Because of the future I have seen this afternoon."

"Future?"

"Kekekeke" "Ha ha ha ha"

A scene came to Azzy's mind as laughter echoed in his ears where hundreds of vampires caused destruction all over the village burning in flames and laughing crazily. Dead bodies are seen all over the streets.

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