Chapter 44: Kidnapped

Luke groaned as he clumsily got to his feet, his pale blue eyes flickering with flashes of darkness. His head throbbed, the pain from his burning body and face throwing his mind in confusion.

Looking around, he found himself in the area he usually trained in the Eternal Mountains. He could not remember how he got there, only recalling the sinister voice whispering in his ears as he led the Bloodsucking clan back to the Vampire City.

"How did I get here? It could not have something to do with that voice, could it?" Luke wondered with alarm.

Because if it did, then things would never be the same again. That voice had appeared not only once or twice, but more than a thousand times in the past 500 years, stalking him.

Shivering, he dragged his battered body to a black stone, laid down, and closed his eyes. Slowly, a cooling sensation spread out from his core, covering his burns, healing his wounds. After a few moments of silent meditation, his burnt wounds formed scabs and fell. In the next instant, all his injuries disappeared.

Fully healed, he opened his eyes and stretched his stiff limbs, pensively considering his situation. There was something dark and sinister inside him. That he was certain of after the multiple scenes of destruction and devastation he woke up to.

'Question was, what? How could he find out what was wrong and from where should he start looking?'

Luke looked into the distant dull sky, feeling for the first time, alone and lost.

The feeling grew, spreading to his desolate heart, feeding something dark. The darkness in his heart grew as it fed on his loneliness, obscuring his vision.

"No! Not again! What is going on? Why are you back so quickly this time?" Luke roared in indignation.

"Do you not feel tired of wandering this vast realm alone? Do you not feel like having a companion? Come. I will lead you to someone who can accompany you forever." A sinister and dark voice suddenly echoed in his mind, warping his feelings and emotions.

"Go away! I do not want you to lead me to anyone. Just leave!" Luke fought back against the voice, his guard rising.

"Do you not want that serpentine anymore? I thought you would have loved to get her as a companion, no?"

"No, no. Just go. I do not need anyone!" Luke hoarsely shouted, his eyes flashing with struggle.

"Oh, come now. If you do not need anyone, then why are you shaking? Why is your resolve weakening? Why is there greed brewing in your heart? Why Luke?"

"Shut up! Just go away!" Luke finally lost his cool, growling as he screamed at the top of his lungs. His dark heart which the darkness fed on, shook. Black tentacles, wriggling and swirling wrapped and enveloped it in a cocoon of dark tendrils, soon turning it completely black.

"Hehehe...good. Just like that. Let me in now and you can have what you want."

"Ahhh!"

Luke's figure fiercely trembled as he cried in agony. Black smoke flowed from his eyes, ears, nose, and wide stretched mouth, completely covering his whole figure. Throwing his head back, he roared in a distorted melody of pain and pleasure.

Soon, his flowing blonde hair and pale blue pupils turned completely black.

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"Hehehehe...." A cackling laughter of pure malice resounded in the desolate Eternal Mountains, scattering away from the tiny insects and creatures.

The darkness spread, transforming into a huge, sinister, and vile, black mushroom. It sucked away the lifeforce of the surrounding beings, turning the region barren and bleak.

In the next second, it vanished, reappearing a hundred miles away.

In the back of the Eternal Mountains black land, a black mushroom exuding malice appeared on the top of black rocky terrain. Black smoky tendrils wriggled around the mushroom, scouring the area.

At this instant, tendrils of the black mushroom wriggled through cracks and crevices, arriving at a black wide landscape. On the ground of the landscape layed a small figure with fire-kissed hair. Through the steady rise and fall of her chest, it could be seen that she was still alive.

The small figure was no one else but Versailles, who was still unconscious.

The tendrils stretched and wrapped the figure in a cocoon of black and picked it off the floor, receding back towards the black mushroom.

Navigating through cracks and crevices, with the bundled figure, it arrived before the hidden black mushroom.

The moment the tendrils retreated, a large black wolf dashed into the area, sweeping its gaze in the surroundings.

Alas, it was late by a few moments.

The black wolf looked around, unaware of the fact that the person it was searching for had already been taken away.

"Not here either? Then where is she?"

Not finding anything, the black wolf dejectedly retreated from the area.

This black wolf was Ramose, king of the Werewolf clan.

After waking up in the flaming cave alone and injured, Ramose instinctively searched for his mate who was last in his arms at the Eternal Mountains.

Not finding her anywhere in the cave, he rushed back to the Eternal Mountains, searching every inch and corner of the black landscape.

However, he could not pick up even a trace of her scent in the air. The back mountain was the last unsearched place. As he dashed through the stone terrain, he caught her scent in the air, filling him with excitement and hope.

Unfortunately, the mountain was empty, not a trace of her presence to be found anywhere.

On top of the rocky stone, dark eyes in the mushroom cloud gleefully followed the figure of the retreating wolf. Turning to the cocoon, a smirk appeared on its black face.

"So what if I gave in to the darkness? I was able to get what the wolf can never have. I will be the most powerful existence in the realm.." Raising its head to the sky, it spread its arms and madly cackled.

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