Chapter 45: Blood Clan Ancient Text (Bloodstains) 21 Pets
The staircase in this castle is a classic spiral staircase, and it is covered with red carpet, which makes no sound when you step on it.
On the wall hung an oil painting by an unknown famous painter. Song Qingqing, who was following Hades, quietly raised her eyes to look at the painting. The brushstrokes were very delicate, as if an artistic painter who was also a lover was painting for his beloved, carefully outlining an aristocratic lady with beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
Song Qingqing could tell at a glance that the noble lady in the painting was probably a noble pure-blood.
Because the feeling she gave Song Qingqing was exactly the same as Hades, very dangerous and had a fatal attraction to her prey.
But the subtle thing is that Song Qingqing didn't see any love in the eyes of the person in the painting. Her eyes were more like... looking at her favorite pet?
Hades in front stopped and turned around at some point, and Song Qingqing was caught off guard and bumped into him. She subconsciously grabbed the other's collar in shock and looked up at Hades.
That handsome and indifferent face was right before my eyes.
Hades reached out and supported Song Qingqing, who was about to fall. He first glanced at the girl in his arms, then set his eyes on the huge oil painting and asked calmly, "Curious?"
The voice was low and calm, just like usual, but it made people feel inexplicably scared.
Song Qingqing trembled slightly, nodded, and then shook her head. For a moment, she didn't know whether she wanted to get to know this lady or not.
"This is the head of the Elizabeth family, a supporter of Gersher. The person who painted this self-portrait for her is her new favorite pet, a vampire hunter disguised as a painter."
Hades introduced the lady to Song Qingqing very patiently. There was not much emotion in his words, as if he was describing something that had nothing to do with him.
When she heard the first half of the introduction, Song Qingqing didn't react much, but when she heard the second half, especially when she caught those key words - pets and vampire hunters, she felt a chill.
Song Qingqing vaguely guessed something and asked softly, "That painter is tonight..."
Hades nodded, agreeing with Song Qingqing's statement, and also gave her a more horrifying picture of the incident, "and his brother."
"Elizabeth still hates betrayers as much as ever."
He sighed lightly.
Before Song Qingqing could absorb such a large amount of information, Hades had already turned around. She hurriedly followed him and almost stepped on her skirt in a panic. She was firmly supported by the man's pale and slender hand.
A cold and deep voice sounded in her ears, like a comfort, but more like a soulful call from the darkness.
"Don't be afraid."
As soon as she walked down the stairs, Song Qingqing smelled the thick and nauseating smell of blood. Her stomach churned and screamed with discomfort. Her face was pale and she tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit. The fingers that were grabbing the hem of her skirt turned slightly white and she trembled uncontrollably.
In the dim hall, the bright and clear crystal chandelier on the ceiling was not lit, only the candlesticks on the wall were lit, and the dim and gloomy light spread in the hall.
The vampires had sharp hearing and picked up the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.
Then, those beautiful faces belonging to the vampires turned around, their pupils were all the same bright red, their lips were stained with bright red blood, their fangs were not retracted, and there was still a lingering madness in their eyes. They were like monsters that came to life after sucking enough blood.
After seeing Song Qingqing, they whispered.
The gist of the question was to ask the prince when he had raised a blood slave and kept it so preciously in his hand.
The dim light should have given people a sense of warmth, but it made people's hair stand on end. Song Qingqing's scream in her heart almost burst out of her throat. She subconsciously took a step back, but was stopped by Hades' broad palm.
It wasn't the vampires that frightened Song Qingqing; she saw them all day and night at Gexier Manor. What truly frightened her were the corpses, tossed like garbage on the carpet. They were human corpses, their bodies tinged with the grayish-white color of death from excessive blood loss.
These are the blood slaves raised by Elizabeth's family, as well as "gifts" brought by other vampires.
To celebrate the birth of the new vampires, they started a feast.
Song Qingqing noticed a blond young man lying on an inverted cross. The gorgeous noble lady in the painting was crouching on him like a wild beast, her fangs deeply embedded in his throat, but no blood was flowing out. She shuddered.
Almost instantly, he remembered the horror of having his blood sucked by Karan and Anx.
Hades had no expression on his face as he calmly recited the prayers that a prince should recite.
"Poor child, your elder relatives and loved ones will give you new immortality, blood will become your food, and sunlight will become your fear."
.......
Then the woman stood up, bit her wrist, and kissed him passionately with her own blood in her mouth. The blond young man struggled but there was nothing he could do. Painful hoarse sounds kept coming from his throat, but it no longer sounded like a human voice, but more like the painful roar of a beast.
His struggling movements soon stopped, and the bulging blood vessels had lost the pale blue color that humans should have, and instead faintly revealed the black color of death.
The blond young man closed his eyes, like a dead body, but he soon opened them again and looked at the human in the corner.
As if it was the attraction brought by blood ties, the young man stumbled off the altar and crawled towards that place like an animal.
Song Qingqing followed his gaze and saw the young man shivering in the corner. He looked only about ten years old and was dressed like a young master of a noble family. He wore a clean and tidy shirt, a pair of retro Bermuda shorts, and white silk stockings. One of his leather shoes had fallen off because he was hiding in the corner.
He had the same dazzling and beautiful blond hair as his brother, but the young man's blond hair had lost the luster that should have been caused by vitality.
The boy's pure blue eyes were filled with pitiful water, filled with fear. Tears welled up in his eyes and he covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from making sharp screams of fear.
Just when Song Qingqing thought the young man was about to pounce on her, he stopped, knelt on the ground and let out a cry of love, tightly grasping her hand, trying to calm himself down.
But he failed in the end. He pounced on another blood slave lying on the ground. The blood slave, who was already struggling to survive, had his throat bitten off before he could even make a sound.
The bright red blood exploded like beautiful fireworks.
The sticky blood stuck the white velvet carpet into clumps, almost overflowing.
Song Qingqing's face turned pale in an instant, and she grabbed Hades' clothes tightly. He watched the bloody scenes unfold in front of him indifferently, and turned his head after noticing the girl's trembling.
"Don't be afraid, Sif," Hades taught her calmly. "You will adapt. This is a gift and a tribute to love."
After all, vampires generally only choose humans they like for their first embrace.
Song Qingqing trembled and asked Hades softly.
"What will happen to his brother?"
What will happen to that child?
Hades tilted his head slightly, like an elder listening patiently to her words, and replied in a low voice: "If he didn't choose that child, it would probably be picked by another vampire."
A tender child with clean and sweet blood is also a sought-after gift among the vampires. Perhaps some vampires with bad tastes will send them to the church. After all, those priests always like such beautiful children.
He raised his hand and touched the girl's cold cheek: "What's wrong?"
Song Qingqing's face was pale. She turned her head to look at Hades and looked into his dark red eyes. Even though the smell of blood was everywhere in the hall, he still remained indifferent and calm.
She suddenly pointed to the corner where the boy was huddled.
"Can I have him? As a toy."
Hades said nothing. He lowered his eyes and looked at her calmly, as if he was looking at a child asking for a gift. His thin lips maintained a cold curve, making it difficult to see his emotions.
He lowered his eyes and looked at himself as if he could clearly see all the thoughts and ideas in his mind.
The vampires' keen intuition is still as annoying and frightening as ever.
Song Qingqing bit her lip in silence, then stood on tiptoe and hugged the man's neck. She closed her eyes and boldly offered herself to him for the first time.
Perhaps it shouldn't be like this, but the mature pureblood didn't reject the child that was to be his. She was soft and fragile, as if she would be broken if she even closed her fingers.
Song Qingqing successfully kissed his cold, thin lips. She even boldly stuck out her tongue and carefully licked his cold, shallow lower lip. This action was cute, but it could easily arouse the appetite of a predator, especially at this moment in such a bloody and tempting scene.
Hades put his arms around the girl's slender waist, saving her the trouble of standing on tiptoe. His slender and slightly cold fingers ran through her thick black hair. The black gauze hat fell silently, and her black hair just scattered down, lightly brushing the back of his hand, silently stained with dots of beautiful colors.
The warm scalp was unexpectedly touched by his icy fingertips, causing Song Qingqing to shiver involuntarily, and her legs were so weak that she almost fell.
Just when Song Qingqing thought Hades would lose his mind and kiss her deeply like Kalan and the others, he tilted his head back slightly, but did not increase the distance between them. Instead, he nuzzled her nose like a lover and asked, "Do you want that child to be your blood slave?"
The pair of dark red eyes stared at Song Qingqing, forming a whirlpool that was tempting to fall into. Song Qingqing's mind went blank when she saw Hades' eyes. After looking away, she responded softly.
"Lord Hades, will you promise me?"
Unexpectedly, Hades agreed to her request.
"He is about your age and might be a good playmate for you in the manor."
"Go, bring him here."
Having said that, Hades let go of her and motioned her to go over and bring the boy in the corner over. There was no expression on his face.
But the vampires who had been observing the situation around them sensibly put away their covetous gazes, lowered their heads and took the initiative to make way for the girl. Even if the girl in front of them looked white and attractive, she was not someone they could lay their hands on.
Song Qingqing walked forward nervously. When she took the first step, she subconsciously looked back at Hades. He was right behind her, standing quietly in the shadows. He was still behind her.
So Song Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked up to the young man. She stretched out her hand, but the other party was so scared that he subconsciously took a defensive posture and shrank himself.
"Don't worry, I'm not a vampire."
The voice that came to his ears was very soft. Xiu raised his head timidly and looked at the girl squatting in front of him through the gap between his arms.
The soft, dim candlelight shone on her beautiful face. She was extending her hand towards him, her palm white and tender.
Seeing that the boy's guard seemed to have dropped a little, Song Qingqing moved her hand closer, and her warm fingertips touched his snow-white arm.
Xiu heard her say to herself.
"Don't be afraid."
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