The Eclipsed Bloom
Chapter 88: otaku girl

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: otaku girl

[Night – Rooftop, Somewhere in the City]

Avery slumped against the rusted ledge of the rooftop, clutching his bleeding shoulder. His purple hair stuck to his sweat-slicked forehead, breath ragged in the cool night air.

"Huff... huff..."

His eyes lingered on the wound black smoke, then drifted up to the pale moon glowing overhead.

What was she...? Those were fangs... real fangs and she attack with blood... this world is getting more and more mysterious first those bastards who take my wife away from me, then this whispering voice now a girl with fangs,

He shivered despite himself.

Then came the voice—deep, rough, always lurking in the back of his mind. The demon.

"Knight, don’t provoke them again. The girl who stabbed you wasn’t that strong but for you she is nightmare for now. But even if you win mistakenly and something happens to her... those monsters will come for us."

Avery’s brow creased. His voice was low. "Monsters? What do you mean?"

"N-Nothing," the demon replied quickly, too quickly. "Forget it. The other girl’s about to wake up. Just talk to her. Tell her what the Church really is. She deserves to know... to be free."

Avery narrowed his eyes, suspicion blooming.

Why is he suddenly so nervous?

A soft groan broke his train of thought.

He turned his head. The woman was stirring—slowly sitting up, rubbing her forehead, eyes fluttering open.

Her voice trembled, laced with panic. "Wh... where am I? W-Where is that person?"

She glanced around, wide-eyed, looking for the person who broke into her house.

Avery’s voice cut through the tension—calm, level. "You’re safe now. The Church agent is dead. I handled it."

She flinched at the sound of his voice and turned toward him. Her gaze drifted to the blood on his clothes... then the blade beside him. She hesitated.

"Wh... Who are you? Where am I, and w why will you kill church person?" she asked again, her eyes showing fear seeing blood and voice tight.

Avery looked at her—and something in her expression hit a nerve. Piper. That same trembling fearful eyes when she ask him for promise.

He closed his eyes for a breath, forcing the memory away.

"I’m Avery," he said. "You’re here because I saved you. The Church was trying to kill you. What’s your name?"

She rose unsteadily to her feet, still guarded. "Why would the Church hurt me? I go there every week... I pray. They’re good people." She paused. "a and my name... You can call me Megan."

Avery’s expression hardened.

"Megan... it might hurt to hear this, but the Church isn’t what you think it is. They kill people—whenever they want. However they want."

Megan shook her head in disbelief. "No. That’s... that’s impossible. The Church is God’s light! They help people. How could they harm someone innocent?"

Avery clenched his fists, blood dripping between his fingers.

Tch... She still doesn’t get it.

He exhaled slowly, then said, "They wanted to kill you because of that red thread around your neck. Do you even know what it is?"

Megan instinctively reached for her neck, fingers brushing her skin.

"...There’s nothing there."

Avery frowned. The thread was still there—plain as day, glowing faintly against her skin.

Then the demon’s voice came, rushed and anxious:

"T-The thread is invisible to normal people. You can see it because... you’re my sla—my, uh, chosen knight. If she accepts the power, she’ll be able to see it too."

Avery narrowed his eyes, rubbing his chin.

Why is this demon getting more and more suspicious...?

He looked back at Megan. "You can’t see it because it’s hidden. But it’s real. That thread contains power—power the Church wants to control. If they let you live, you’d awaken with it. They tried to kill you to keep it for themselves."

"And once you accept that power... you’ll see it too."

Megan glanced down at her neck again, fingers brushing over bare skin.

Why does this sound like some anime plotline? she thought, her expression twitching. What next? He tells me I’m a lost princess from another world, suddenly from mysterious person he is looking more like otaku now?

This guy’s probably one of those delusional cosplayers... and that blood is probably ketchup. Yeah, totally ketchup. Thank God I didn’t actually get kidnapped and get sell in black market.

Avery watched her closely. She still looked unconvinced.

So he raised his hand—and a burst of black mist shot forward, slashing the concrete wall beside them.

CRASH!

The wall cracked and shattered into chunks, debris raining down to the alley below.

Megan’s mouth fell open.

Her pupils dilated as her head snapped from the ruined wall... back to Avery.

"U-Uh... H-How did you do that?!"

Avery stepped forward slightly. "Now do you believe me?"

She nodded. Fast. Like a bobblehead caught in a storm.

"Y-Yes! Yes! I believe you!" she stammered, still wide-eyed, her face frozen in stunned shock.

’how did he do it did he place grenade there,’

her eyes widen,

’or is he speaking truth,’

Avery sighed. "Good."

"Ask her to accept the thread and make her speak what i tell you when you get this power, quickly"

Avery stood still then lowered his gaze and start speaking with him in muttering under his breath. His fingers twitched at his sides.

Megan, standing a few feet away, stared at him—nervous sweat rolling down her temple.

She gulped.

"Gulp."

W-Why is he whispering now? Is he summoning ghosts? Oh God— I saw this exact thing in a reel. First muttering... then a man with a horrifying face shows up screaming...

She glanced at her smartwatch. 3:01 AM.

Yep. I’m doomed. I’m about to become that girl in the horror clips who dies because she ignored all the signs. luckely i can get away i notice this signs,

she slowly start backing away toward rooftop door leading downstairs,

Meanwhile, Avery’s voice dropped even lower, muttering to the demon in his mind.

"Why are you in such a hurry to make her accept this power?" he whispered.

"If you’re the good one—like you always say—why are you pushing this like it’s your personal mission? What do you get if she says yes?"

The demon answered like a righteous preacher in a Sunday prayer.

"No, no... it won’t profit me. I swear it. But if she doesn’t accept, the Church will keep killing innocents. It’s their greed that will destroy Earth. I only want to stop the slaughter... to save the innocent."

Avery’s expression turned blank. Deadpan and Emotionless.

Dark smoke began curling slowly around his shoulders.

’...What the hell is this bastard talking about?’

’why is he talking like in pretentious way suddenly’

He clenched his jaw.

This is getting worse by the second. The Church—I’ll will definitely destroy. But this demon’s motives? I need to find out what he’s really after...

Megan who was backing away meanwhile, was staring wide-eyed at the smoke now seeping from Avery’s back like tendrils.

Her legs started shaking.

’I KNEW IT. This is it. This is how the ghost enters a body and starts crawling upside-down on ceilings.’

She raised her hands slowly in front of her chest.

"P-Please don’t summon the ghost in front of me... I don’t want to die... or mysteriously vanish...!" she whimpered.

Avery blinked seeing her standing far away.

"...What the hell is she talking about now?"

The smoke vanished abruptly from his body, He sighed, rubbing his temples.

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Lilith gently cradled Zara in her arms, her footsteps cautious as they stepped out of the shadowy alley. Grace walked beside her, eyes sharp and hands ready to protect.

But just as they reached the edge of the street, a tall figure stepped out from the misty darkness and bowed deeply.

Lilith instantly moved, shifting Zara away from her protectively, her eyes narrowing with danger. Blood energy pulsed faintly at her fingertips.

Grace sliced a fine line across her own palm without hesitation, ready to conjure blood blades. Her voice was low and sharp.

"Step back women. State your purpose, or i will kill you."

The woman before them remained calm, her posture graceful and unthreatening. She wore a long, black coat over a traditional butler uniform, and a faint vampire aura clung to her skin like perfume. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, her red eyes calm and respectful.

"Young miss," the woman said, bowing once more, "My master instructed me to welcome you. He told me you would be arriving, and I am here to escort you."

Lilith’s brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? Who is your master—and why would he know we’re here?"

The woman straightened, her expression unwavering. "My master... is your father."

Both Lilith and Grace froze.

Grace rested her hand on her hip, suspicion all over her face. "My father is not in this realm."

The woman nodded slowly. "Yes, miss. I know. Your father visited this realm many years ago. During that time, he acquired several properties and left behind instructions in case his descendants ever wanted to visit this realm."

She placed a hand over her heart respectfully.

"I am the caretaker of his estate here you can call me Patricia. A vampire like yourselves but with mid class bloodline,

bound by blood contract to master lucien and nightmoor bloodline. I received a sudden mental transmission from Master only moments ago, ordering me to come and receive his daughters—the Progenitor House royals."

Lilith’s eyes narrowed even further, but she remained silent, her mind racing.

father did visit this realm, but father dint say anything about someone will come to pick us nor did mother nyssa,

zara body twitch in her arms, Lilith feeling her body twitching frown with worry then said,

"okay Patricia show us the way for father estate to rest,"

Patricia bow and said,

"gladly miss"

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