Resident Evil Village Dimitrescu Daughter 소설 & 이야기

“Okaa-san, Otou-san. Celeste no kazoku ni au tame ni, Romania e ikitai desu. Juunichi. Morau Cluj.” Keiko’s chopsticks paused. “Elowene shinda?” She glanced at me. “The old woman who sent the maple seed when Seras was born?” I nodded. “Her voice came through the stone. Crown of Dacia. Ana. History.” Takeshi folded the paper. “You burned a vampire to ash.” He said it like weather. “Fire runs in the family.” He looked at Keiko. “She goes. We trust the spring queen.” Seras’s eyes went anime-wide.

Casie started the engine, her mind already mapping out their investigation. "Dr. Vasquez first. We need to know what this girl was before we can figure out who wanted her dead." The city morgue was housed in a brutalist concrete building that looked as cheerless from the outside as it was on the inside. Dr. Helena Vasquez met them at the security entrance, her olive complexion unnaturally pale under the fluorescent lights—a telltale sign of her dhampir heritage.

This family just ascended another step in my adore list. Checking out most of the pictures, I halted in one, featuring a short yet elegant woman with the same gray eyes I encounter everyday. Could it be his mother? The one he sent to jail? A shiver ran down my back, realizing Dimitri's anger and the dark time this family had passed. But what could have happened that he had to take such a drastic step? "Life is a surprise you know." I jerked out of my curiosity and turned around to find Rupert Kingston standing there with a glass of wine, his distant gaze locked on the woman's picture.

“That’s the storage room. Why would you pick that? Choose another.” “I’m used to small rooms. They make me feel safer.” My tone carried a hint of self-mockery. After a sigh, they agreed. Just like that, they agreed to let their biological daughter, who had been missing for ten years, live in the storage room. Leila, their fake daughter, returned right on cue. She ran upstairs and looked visibly surprised when she saw me in the storage room. I glanced at her, calm and composed. She thought I didn’t know her little schemes—that she had deliberately placed a panda plush in her room to lure me into choosing it.

Every vampire conversation around us cut off mid-sentence. Lucien's face transformed. Rebecca retreated a step. "Lucien..." she whispered his name, her eyes brimming with tears. The lawyer's voice was cool and precise. "According to the Elder Council's investigation, Lucien Valerius maintained an extramarital intimate relationship with Rebecca Aurelian throughout the duration of his marriage, cohabiting publicly in a familial arrangement and jointly engaging in the unauthorized co-parenting of a minor hybrid heir." Gasps rippled through the crowd. Only a few familiar faces---friends of Lucien's who'd known all along---exchanged glances and quietly slipped away.

A more recent picture than the one of the thirteen fourteen year old we found in the house. Oliver urges me to continue as I stumble around the right words. He nearly shouts for me to spit it out. I cut right to the point. “Reedus isn’t her father.” Oliver’s request of ‘who’ goes unheard, lost to the static in my head. “Drystan.” The demon king. The pages say it all. Reedus believed that she was his until he heard of a girl on demon lips during partols. They called her the daughter of blood and nightmares, blessed with gifts from Drystan himself.

“Dimitri,” he whispered. “He is the current Vampire King, and he is much more powerful than we would ever know. There’s a reason why they are quiet, and there is a reason why Ares and his father before him feared them. Remember, they needed a treaty in order to coexist, to feel safe around each other. Remember this, my daughter, and in the future, if you feel lost, you shall find your way there.”

"Thank you." The man nodded and Alex went on his way. He ran and ran, panting for breath but he still did not stop. He continued running until he got to the front of the cemetery. Before he entered, he informed Jasmine and Tobias of his location and they both said they would get there as soon as possible. Alex walked into the room that was specially built for Damien's parents' grave. Damien hadn't been close to the cemetery for many years and now that he was here, Alex knew too well that he felt broken beyond repair. His heart grieved for his friend as he walked over to meet him. She slowly opened her eyes as she looked around the room, her head was hurting pretty badly and as she opened her

the girl said, smiling devilishly while looking at the dead bodies of the vampires until it vanished. “What?” King Desmond gasped in shock and looked at the girl dumbfounded. “Pleasure to meet you, father.” the girl grinned and continued, “I am Demonise.” King Desmond's mouthed agape in shock. Demonise walked closer to him. He wanted to run away, but he froze while trying to remember who this girl was. He doesn’t remember having another child except Vorges. “You are not my daughter!” he said while shaking his head in disbelief.

Savio didn't get a good angle on her, but I could recognize her because Dimitri, Savio, Owen, and I searched relentlessly for her; at least we thought we did. Chloe Duval. Elena Duval’s immediate younger sister This woman was meant to be dead; her body was dumped in a mass grave of sex slaves, and her teeth and hair were found among the remains of other sex slaves. Immediately, I shifted my gaze to Dimitri. He was the one the truth would shaken up the most because his wife Elena thought her sister had died over a year ago. Fuck. Dimitri was completely frozen, his eyes fixed on the screen but expression cold.