Chapter 85
The Messiah's answer was beyond the King of Demons' expectations.
"If I answer your request and feed you with my blood, will you give up enslaving humanity?" The Messiah gazed into the Ghost King's crimson eyes. "Shakyamuni cut his flesh to feed the eagle, and the eagle was moved by his compassion. The Messiah, incarnated as a lamb, atones for humanity's sins, cleansing humanity from sin and cleansing its soul."
"What about you?"
Messiah's expression was extremely calm. He cut his wrist with a blade made of golden light. Bright red blood trickled down his wrist, staining Messiah's pure white robe and the Ghost King's eyes red.
The Ghost King stared at the wrist of Messiah stretched out in front of him without blinking, and pounced on it uncontrollably, but was imprisoned by Messiah's golden light.
Messiah paid no attention to the blood flowing from his wrists. He calmly looked at the Ghost King he had imprisoned. "Vampire King, will you atone for your sins and give up enslaving humans and ravaging the world?"
Of course not.
The Ghost King thought with disdain that compared to vampires, humans were just an inferior race. How could he give up his ideal of letting vampires rule the world for the sake of a human - even if this human claimed that he would save the world.
But the Ghost King's tone was completely different and gentle.
He stared at Messiah with his scarlet eyes, watching the blood flowing from Messiah's wrist and the pulse beating in his neck: "Maybe."
"How about letting me drink a mouthful of your blood? After that, I'll answer your question." The Ghost King's gentle tone concealed the ultimate arrogance. "If it tastes good enough—"
The Ghost King did not finish the second half of his sentence. His arrogance made him disdain to deceive the Messiah. He just closed his mouth and looked at the Messiah with a smile.
He looks like Richard Grayson again.
Messiah watched the Ghost King's performance expressionlessly, and suddenly released the power that was restraining the Ghost King.
You actually believed it?
The contempt of the King of Demons was hidden deep in his eyes. He smiled as he approached the Messiah, the Lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and spoke contemptuously of the Messiah in his heart.
So naive, so stupid.
However, a hand suddenly grabbed the Ghost King's throat.
Messiah suddenly jumped up and slightly tightened his grip on the Ghost King's throat. He looked down at the Ghost King, murderous intent and compassion intertwined on his face, forming a face with gentle eyes but a cold expression.
The Ghost King's smile disappeared, and his sharp nails suddenly attacked Messiah's heart. His body flexibly wrapped around Messiah's back, trying to knock Messiah down, while his fangs also forced towards Messiah's exposed neck.
His movements were nimble and relaxed, like a bird flapping its wings, and the Night Wing side of the Ghost King finally emerged.
——If you don’t look at the Ghost King’s sharp claws reaching for Messiah’s heart, as well as his scarlet eyes and fangs.
However, the Ghost King's attack failed again, and the faint golden light covering Messiah's body once again blocked the Ghost King's attack.
An intimate yet strange state was formed between the two. The Ghost King hugged Messiah from the side, but his palms and fangs were approaching Messiah's fatal points. Messiah accepted the Ghost King's "closeness" without resistance, but his right hand was always firmly on the Ghost King's throat.
Messiah calmly stared at the Ghost King under his palm, his expression unchanged. He was only stunned for a moment when he saw the Ghost King use the familiar joint technique, but this stunnedness did not shake Messiah's hand at all.
In the previous world, Dick had used this joint technique more than once during physical training, which once again reminded Messiah of the fact that the Ghost King was once Richard Grayson.
The Vampire King, Richard Grayson, former Dick and Nightwing.
Messiah easily tore the Ghost King off his body. He stared at the Ghost King's handsome face which was stained with violence, and exerted a little force with his hands.
If the Ghost King is killed at this point, it will also be a redemption for Richard Grayson.
The palm of Messiah's hand that was grasping the Ghost King's throat was already emitting golden light. In just a moment, he could purify the entire vampire body of the Ghost King and free Richard Grayson, whose brain was distorted by the black fog, from the endless fall.
Richard Grayson didn't have to wake up from the darkness and face the reality that would make him want to die.
It only takes a moment.
The Vampire King's larynx made a creaking sound. In the face of irresistible absolute strength, all his attacks became meaningless resistance.
At this critical moment, the Ghost King unexpectedly calmed down. The violence and cruelty that had lingered in his mind for years disappeared, leaving only absolute rationality.
"You know me." The Ghost King looked into Messiah's eyes. The compassion in those golden eyes overwhelmed the murderous intent. He squeezed out a word from his throat, "Do you know Richard Grayson... or Nightwing?"
The golden light overflowing from Messiah's hand had already spread to the Ghost King's body, and he replied in an emotionless voice: "You are not Richard Grayson, nor are you Nightwing."
"You are nobody but the Vampire King."
The Ghost King's eyes stopped on Messiah's face, trying to find a trace of familiarity. He tried hard to recall his memories before he became a vampire, but he could not remember anything except the sharp laughter in the darkness and green light.
Messiah stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face of the Ghost King, but suddenly let go of his hand before killing the Ghost King.
...He couldn't kill the Ghost King. Even if the Ghost King was not Dick, he couldn't take the Ghost King's life.
If he died, there would be nothing left. If he was still alive, he could still wait for the day when he found a way to save everyone.
The Messiah was not a weak and passive person. Perhaps out of arrogance, or perhaps out of inner compassion, he spared the Vampire King just as he had spared the vampire shop owner.
The Ghost King staggered awkwardly, maintaining his last bit of grace through willpower. He should have looked at the Messiah who had suddenly let him go, but his attention was drawn to the fragments of memory that emerged in his mind.
A sharp laugh amidst the green light?
The Ghost King suddenly felt a splitting headache, and the "HAHAHAHA" laughter came from all directions into his brain.
The owner of the shrill laugh scoffed, "You're nobody, Dick, you're just an incompetent guy who's late again and again."
"...Dick, kill me! Don't let me make the same mistake again. Kill me while I'm still conscious!"
"Look, look, your brothers died in front of you, and one of them even tried to pull a gun on me before he died, but now you don't even have the courage to shoot me."
"Dick, do it! We can't let his consciousness surface again. This is our last chance! ... Alfu, Dick, this is my last request. I regard you as my father and my children..."
"...existence? HAHAHAHA, you don't think there's still hope for me to be saved, do you? Why are you looking at me like that, Daddy's little bird? I was just playing a little joke on you and Afu."
"HAHAHAHA!! A little, deadly joke!"
"Shut up!" The Ghost King covered his head, trying to dispel the sharp laughter that surrounded his mind. His expression was violent and cold, and he had lost the elegance he maintained at the moment of death. "I told you to shut up!"
"If you keep laughing, I'll kill you!!"
Messiah's hand, which was reaching out to the Ghost King, suddenly stopped. He had been planning to pull out the Ghost King's fangs, preventing him from harming anyone ever again. But after hearing the Ghost King's roar, he slowly repeated, "No laughing!"
The sense of disharmony that had been lingering in Messiah's mind seemed to have found its source. He half-knelt down, looked straight at the Ghost King's distorted and painful face, and stretched out his hand to the Ghost King.
The golden light carefully avoided the black fog in the Ghost King's brain, soothing the Ghost King's painful emotions and brain.
The Ghost King's torn spirit gradually relaxed. He half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. The memory fragments that suddenly surged up in his mind had a huge impact on him.
In that memory, apart from the blood and green light, there was only the never-ending laughter.
Messiah stopped supplying power to the Ghost King. If he continued, the golden light would automatically purify the Ghost King's brain.
He would not continue to purify others until he found a way to save everyone and restore everything.
And... Messiah looked at the Ghost King's frowning and painful expression. It would be a good thing if he could find a way to make vampires regain their humanity, change their behavior, and let them continue to live as vampires.
Vampires will not commit more sins and will take the initiative to atone for their past actions, but they will not be as miserable as when they turn back into humans.
"What did you think of?" Messiah observed the Ghost King's expression intently, not missing a single clue. "Is it your lost memory? Is someone laughing?"
The Ghost King panted awkwardly for a few times, then forced a smile and looked at Messiah. His gaze paused on Messiah's wrist, and he said with a smile, "If you care about me, I don't mind if you give me a drink of your blood."
Messiah paused and looked down at his wrist, only then realizing that blood was still flowing from it.
The confrontation with the Ghost King and the inner struggle just now attracted Messiah's entire mind, making Messiah, who didn't care much about pain, forget the existence of the wound.
A golden light flashed, about to heal the wound on Messiah's wrist, but after Messiah met the Ghost King's scarlet eyes filled with longing and desire, he stretched out his hand to the Ghost King.
"Drink." Messiah calmly watched the Ghost King rushing towards him in ecstasy, feeding his former brother's counterpart with his blood. "This is the last time."
The Ghost King concentrated on licking the blood flowing from Messiah's wrist, thinking that Messiah's "last time" meant the last time he would be fed blood.
As he swallowed mouthful of blood, the Ghost King narrowed his eyes and felt a warm and holy power flowing into his body along with the blood. This power, which should have been completely opposite to the darkness, unexpectedly did not hurt him, but instead injected strength into his weak body.
Want more...
The Ghost King longed for the power in the Messiah's blood, but the next second, with a flash of golden light, the Ghost King's fangs bit into nothing.
Messiah shook his healed wrist and looked straight at the Ghost King's unsatisfied face: "Tell me what you remembered."
Greed made the Ghost King ask for more. The Ghost King savored the sweet taste of blood, his eyes completely fixed on Messiah's face. He licked his lips and said, "Give me a little more, and I'll—"
A hand suddenly grabbed the Ghost King's mouth. Messiah moved his fingers, and the golden thread reached into the Ghost King's mouth, which was forced to open, and forcibly pulled out the Ghost King's two fangs.
The Messiah was disappointed with the King of Demons because of his greed and the fact that he could not recover his humanity even so.
"I said, this is the last time." Messiah gently withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes to look at the Ghost King's stunned face, and said gently.
"Now, tell me what you remembered. I don't want to invade your mind without your consent."
"—The Vampire King."
【Author’s words】
I managed to finish writing it before nine o'clock [burst into tears]
After I got home, I started writing, and I didn't even have dinner. I finally finished writing at 8:50, uploaded it to the manuscript box, and went to have dinner.
So hungry, so hungry, so hungry, I hate busy July
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