Stephané leaned over her crowded desk of documents and groaned, waiting for the call being sent on her laptop to be picked up. Her office was gloomy and dark, messes of documents all over. Little sunlight rained through her curtains, alighting her moody atmosphere.

  Outside the walls of C.H.O, a protest was starting. The new members of the Cult of Jason, summoned by a strange voice communicating in people’s heads, gathered outside the orphanage and began their protest. Claiming that C.H.O should be abolished and only the Cult of Jason should exist.

  These people didn’t even know what the word ‘cult’ means.

  Soon, the call was answered. Showing a low red screen.

  “What are you doing?” Stephané heard the chime of the call being answered, not even bothering to lift her head to look at the screen. She was too stressed and exhausted to look up.

  “What do you mean?” The voice responded, knowing well she would immediately get to busy and forget all formalities.

  “The Roundtable has the power to defend against this easily,” Stephané shoot her head up, knowing well that the voice could see her. Her blonde hair long and flowing despite the stress, wearing a religious tunic over a white shirt and pants. She was gorgeous. “Why do my nuns and children have to suffer? King of the Damned?”

  “Trust me, it’s all a part of my plan. Carter and I have already discussed it,” The King of the Damned responded, a white eye rolling onto the screen. “We won’t let any harm come to the children.”

  “So what am I supposed to do?” Stephané glared at him. So much was happening, and she hoped that it wouldn’t drag in C.H.O., or her siblings. “Let it happen?”

  “No, endure it. The first climax of this war is coming. I need all the orphans and nuns to stay inside the cathedral, do not go outside,” The King of the Damned responded. Many times before, the King of the Damned made promises like this and fulfilled it. Stephané unconsciously trusted this. “My wife, Brita, is coming to get you all outside of Minohwa.”

  “Yipee, I am so glad to hear it,” Stephané rolled her eyes and mocked him. The King of the Damned was still oblivious to her feelings, speaking of another woman so casually. “Just make sure C.H.O. doesn’t lose any progress.”

  “You’ll have far more progress when it is my era,” The King of the Damned responded to her. A large flaming eye formed in front of her inside the office, being careful of not setting her documents on fire.

  Stephané was always mesmerized by his power. No matter how far away he was, he could act. She wondered if she could tap into this power but, was too afraid of going berserk.

  “We won’t have to live in fear as monsters anymore.”

  ~//~

  The destruction around was devastating. Walls torn down by claws, furniture burnt down and corpses of vampires scattered around. What could cause such a scene? Who would dare go against the Conglomerate?

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  “When since… the lycanthropes… were so powerful?” A vampire spoke up, still alive from the mess. Looking at the three individuals that took on 100 vampires by themselves and survived.

  “We are simply just the greatest creations of our Alpha,” A female lycanthrope, having long messy, black hair, light skin and dark scarlet eyes. She was tall and wore biker clothing with sunglasses. Trying her best to seem cool as she talked, she tripped over a corpse’s leg and almost fell over.

  Awkwardly catching her balance, she tried to act like nothing happened.

  “This is a message from our alpha!” Another one, a male lycanthrope spoke up. Having short curly, brown hair, dark skin and wore a simple t-shirt with army camouflage joggers.

  Using his new organic weapon, ;Requiem; Toua Aimamou, he did an experiment to make powerful lycanthropes. Learning of an incredible power that can be achieved by being able to control the powerful [stimulus] caused by cannibalism through the Records of Dystopia, he started the test. By feeding the lycanthropes blood from his ;Requiem;.

  On an experiment on 50 Lycanthropes who voluntary offered themselves, only 3 of the whole group managed to survive. Meaning that this formidable ability only had a 6% chance.

  These three individuals, Noel Desrosiers, Lisa Moretti and Imogen Sagase, were known as Walpurgis’ Moon Gods.

  “The lycanthropes are out for revenge,” The one in the camouflage joggers, Noel Desrosiers, declared.

  “And we are out for more,” A young man who wore a large blue sweater with massive sleeves spoke. He had blue hair and he covered his mouth with the sleeves. His name being Imogen Sagase.

  All three of them carrying two briefcase of Credits, they left the building that they destroyed.

  Imogen chuckled as they quickly fled the scene, “That was fun! We should ask the Alpha to do it again!”

  ~//~

  “They have become a serious problem,” Mercy Turner read the report handed to her by her cousin, James. In her office as usual, she was tending to business when James stormed into her office with a report. He was mute so his rushing movements conveyed seriousness.

  Usually, all her executives loitered around her office. She had gotten used to this much to her protest. She is the CEO of the Conglomerate, wanting a business like atmosphere always.

  “Boss, you should just let us take care of it,” Renfri spoke up, sprawled out in the guest settee, tending to her makeup and reading comics.

  “Absolutely, they have stronger fighters now?” Silver also agreed. Wanting a reason to fight, “They should be better entertainment then.”

  “No, we are not going to underestimate their alpha. They critically wounded Naohiko and Rodriquez. And Naohiko is no amateur,” Mercy recalled the failed mission. And now they are becoming stronger. Naohiko did hold back in his fight against them and that’s what caused this mess.

  “It is time,” Mercy opened a latch and clicked a special button. From the ground of her office came up three pods, containing three vampires in cryopreservation.

  “You made those all the way back in Kisscensiata, why take them out now?” Renfri called it, as her sister was a part of the vital experiment.

  “I have an idea how that wolf following Lycaon’s [Genius] made his new wolves,” Mercy sighed.

  Long ago, she made these vampires with her corrupted blood. But due to her potent potential and power, it required 200 vampires to make these special three. Known as her Vampire Lords.

  “Can you imagine it?” Mercy began to daydream as she used her own nail to slit her finger. “When my retirement comes?”

  “I can lose myself in the Bahamas, maybe even somewhere in Asia,” Mercy rambled on. No matter what she wouldn’t abandon her duties, willing to wait until it was time for someone to inherit the Conglomerate to live a life of bliss. “Drinking the finest blood from the purest people.”

  “Awaken,” Mercy dripped her blood in the glass pods. Soon, all three preserved vampire’s eyes snapped open and shattered the glass pods upon awakening.

  “My Vampire Lords.”