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CHAPTER 6

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October 04, 1498…

The Supreme urgently called for a gathering. He could not understand how the weapons stored in a secret passage—known only to the black bloodline—had gone missing. These weapons had been blessed by the fairies, and the metals used to craft them were rare, taking years to find again.

“There is a traitor among our kind. All the weapons hidden in the secret passage have been taken. I just don’t know what purpose they will serve,” said Twari, the Supreme’s right hand.

“Today, have the homes of every citizen searched so we may uncover the traitor,” declared the Supreme, his voice laced with fury.

Even the storage rooms for food and wealth had been found open. Several sacks of food, gold bars, and bags of coins had disappeared. The Supreme, busy with matters of the kingdom, hadn’t been paying close attention, often accompanied only by his wife and Twari during royal duties.

The search through all the houses began, but not a single weapon was recovered. It couldn’t have been the white vampires—only those of black blood could open the passage where the weapons were stored. The vaults for food and riches were also secured in a hidden chamber that no outsider could enter.

The Supreme strongly sensed that something was wrong under his rule. Over the past years, he’d been aware of how he had taken advantage of his people’s goodwill, buying their hard-earned possessions and businesses at meager prices. But he never demanded payment for the monthly food supplies he provided.

That night, the Supreme couldn’t sleep. He yearned for answers to the troubles occurring under his reign. This was not the kind of leadership he had promised his father, who had placed such immense trust in him.

The next day, more troubling news greeted him—livestock had gone missing, and blood was scattered around the pigpens. The guards stationed at the secret vaults for weapons, food, gold, and coins had all been found dead. He looked down at the soft soil, where fresh tracks and bloodstains marked the ground.

His instincts were right—a black vampire was sabotaging him. He ordered another search of every home to finally capture the traitor, but just like before, nothing and no one was found. All were innocent.

For days, the Supreme was restless. As he looked out the window toward the ocean, a bird landed and delivered a letter. The moment it released the message, it flew away and disappeared into the sky. The Supreme opened the letter and froze in shock.

“In the year 1499, during November, our race will attack,” read the ancient parchment. Short, but it sent a wave of dread through him.

For months, he could find no peace. Even his duties as ruler fell by the wayside due to overwhelming fear. He had no idea what race the letter had come from. He doubted it was from the whites—they were inherently weak. Any attack they attempted would only end in regret, for his people would easily defeat them.

Then, a chilling realization struck him—what if the same race that had been stealing their weapons, food, gold, and coins was the one planning to attack? The Queen had noticed the Supreme’s growing anxiety. She, too, had read the letter and felt an unfamiliar fear creep into her heart.

She feared for her family and their people. She was certain that the race challenging them was powerful—no ordinary foe. The Supreme looked at his youngest son, who possessed the rare ability to heal his wounds without medicine.

If their kind perished, he knew Zumir would be the one to survive. He was destined to become an unstoppable force. His son looked back at him—Prince Zumir, the only vampire in their history to wield such abilities.

Even at a young age, Zumir had learned to teleport, and as a baby, could already communicate through thought. He had surpassed his father, Twari, and even his eldest brother, Prince Asmal, in strength.

“Father, would you like to come with me to the moon?” Zumir asked, gazing at the full moon that illuminated the night.

“Your energy might not be enough for that distance, Zumir. It might only weaken you,” answered Supreme Atcandis.

“I was there just the other day, Father. I felt no shortness of breath. I returned safely,” Zumir replied, his crimson eyes glowing as he looked at him.

“My body cannot withstand the journey. I might die in space,” said the Supreme with a soft laugh.

“Don’t worry, Father. I’ll take care of you. If you feel weak, I’ll lend you a portion of my energy,” his son said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He looked at his son, a young boy already taller and more striking than he was.

“Father, there is nothing to fear. The full moon will grant us the energy we need while we’re there. We’re stronger when it fully reveals itself,” said Prince Zumir.

They both closed their eyes, and within seconds, Supreme Atcandis found himself standing on the moon beside his son. They floated slightly, and he smiled as his son held him tightly. Beneath them, the planets glowed in various colors and sizes.

“Did you dream of becoming Supreme when you were my age, Father?” Prince Zumir asked absentmindedly.

The Supreme shook his head.

“As a youth, I only dreamed of having a family with the woman I would marry and living a prosperous life. But because my siblings had no interest in the throne, and Father chose me to succeed him, I accepted the role wholeheartedly,” the Supreme replied.

From a young age, Atcandis had shown the qualities of a great ruler. Though at first he was nervous about the heavy responsibility, he embraced it. He now saw himself in his youngest son, who had never once asked for the crown.

“Father, I know the race challenging us is not ordinary,” said the Prince. The Supreme looked at his son, who was gazing up at the radiant stars. He wondered how Zumir even knew about the enemy.

“Forgive me, Father, but your mind has been open these past months. The voices I heard there were chaotic, as if you carried a heavy burden. I heard your voice, your thoughts—how you feared the enemy was not one to be taken lightly,” said the young Prince calmly. The Supreme didn’t respond. Had he been so consumed by the situation that even his inner thoughts became audible?

“I also learned from Owwa that we have been repeatedly robbed of weapons, food, money, and gold,” the Prince added.

The Supreme sighed and looked into his son’s crimson eyes—both their eyes glowed red under the full moon.

“If our people fail to survive the unknown attackers, I want you to continue what our bloodline has started,” the Supreme said emotionally.

“Father, what are you saying? We won’t perish—we won’t—” The Prince’s words were cut off by his father’s voice.

“Promise me, Zumir, that we won’t just leave a mark in vampire history. Promise me that no matter who tries to erase us from this world, they won’t succeed—because you will remain. Promise me that even in the future, the black bloodline will stay powerful. Promise me no one will ever defeat us. You will become the Supreme of all races, the King of the world they all live in,” the Supreme declared with weight. Prince Zumir didn’t immediately respond. He couldn’t understand what he was feeling—anxiety, dread, a deep fear enveloped him.

“I promise you, Father. We won’t just survive the threat—we will rise. As your successor, I vow the black kingdom will continue to stand,” Prince Zumir answered.

The Supreme smiled and looked down at their feet, resting on the surface of the moon.

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December 10–11, 1498…

“Happy Birthday, Your Highness!” everyone greeted Prince Zumir. He stood in front of the crowd, wearing an elegant royal outfit.

It was the anniversary of his birth. The Prince had turned seventeen, and over the past months, he had grown even more powerful. That day, wealthy families from outside the kingdom came to celebrate the grand feast in the kingdom of the blacks.

“Zumir is of proper age now. I’m sure he’ll get along well with my only daughter, Selda. She’s beautiful and intelligent—surely your son would be drawn to her,” said a wealthy businesswoman with a laugh. Beside her stood her eighteen-year-old daughter, Selda, dressed in a violet gown with flowing curls. She smiled at the Supreme, then glanced shyly at Prince Zumir, who was quietly eating beside his father.

“What do you think, son?” the Supreme asked, turning to his son—but received only a cold glance in return.

To ease the awkwardness, Selda’s mother, Serin, laughed and changed the topic to her businesses and wealth. She, too, was a black vampire, though she lived outside the kingdom. She had married someone from the wolf clan, which had been strictly forbidden. As a result, she and her husband were exiled from their kingdoms. They were allowed visits but were forbidden to live there again due to breaking the law.

“Your son’s eyes are so cold toward my daughter, Supreme. It’s as if he’s saying she’s not his type,” Serin commented with disappointment.

Selda, embarrassed, averted her gaze. She had long harbored feelings for the Prince, often seeing him training alongside her older brother. Even without a smile, the Prince’s striking beauty made it hard for any girl to look away.

“Please forgive him—my brother has always been that way. Right now, he’s focused on training, especially since he’ll soon be succeeding our father,” answered Asmal.

He looked at his brother Zumir, still calmly eating as if nothing around him mattered. Asmal turned to Selda, who had begun fiddling with her cutlery. As the celebration ended, each family bid farewell and left the palace.

The next day, Asmal found Zumir alone, using a bow to shoot apples from a meter away.

“Did you not like Serin’s daughter? I can’t deny her beauty, Zumir,” said Asmal, readying his bow.

“No,” the Prince replied disinterestedly.

“How will you find a Queen if even a girl as beautiful as her doesn’t interest you?” Asmal asked with a chuckle.

“No one else is beautiful to my eyes but Mother. No one compares to her grace, Brother,” Zumir replied, stunning him.

Asmal shook his head and focused on his aim. Both of them hit every apple, and afterward, they sat on chairs nearby.

“What about you, Brother? Don’t you plan to marry? You’re of age,” asked Prince Zumir.

Asmal shook his head and looked at his younger brother, placing a hand on his shoulder and smiling.

“I’ll only marry once I’ve seen Father crown you with my own two eyes,” he replied with a smile.

Zumir frowned.

“What if I’m not chosen? Will you stay single forever? You still won’t marry?” Zumir asked.

“As I said, I won’t marry until you are crowned,” Asmal replied.

Zumir couldn’t help but smile at his older brother’s words. Many were waiting for him to become Supreme, and he knew he couldn’t afford to disappoint them, least of all, his family.

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