The Extra Wants Control
Chapter 110 - 110: Confrontation...

The air crackled with a potent mix of emotions as Valeriana and Verona locked gazes across the shimmering barrier. Confusion clouded Verona's face, ' why is she here? I don't remember offending humans or atleast for this century. Is he here for something else then what's with her face? It's as if she lost something very important.' thought Violet eyed Verona.

" She has guilt for something too... This might be interesting let's hear her out."

Valeriana, a storm of emotions brewing within, held Verona's gaze. Resolve hardened her jaw, a desperate glint flickering in her eyes, like a drowning person clinging to a flimsy piece of driftwood. Some resolve tinged with a bitter edge – anger at herself. The guilt that gnawed at her was deepest and most apparent emotion of all.

It manifested in the the slight tremor of her hands, and aslight slump in her shoulders.

Valeriana's voice, when it finally came, broke the tense silence. It was hoarse, heavy and pained , the pain of a mother yearning for her child. "My son... I want to see son," she rasped, the single word that was a plea, a confession, and an accusation all at once.

Verona's crimson eyes narrowed, 'what is this woman implying and why is she looking at me with such accusatory eyes?'

The silence stretched on, heavy and thick.

Verona's words hung unfinished in the air, "Empress..." She started but Valeriana cut off, "Valeriana."

The weight of the name hung heavy in the air. It wasn't just a correction.

" Yeah call her by her name, she is younger than us." Said the red eyed Verona.

" I didn't even know her name." Thought Violet eyed Verona.

Verona started again "Okay, Valeriana... apart from Vampires there's no..." Her sentence trailed off as a sudden realization dawned on her. The pieces clicked into place – her son was turned.

" But when did this young girl have time to make babies though... If she was a mother as well as a terrifying warrior... Then she is admirable." Said Red Eyed Verona.

"Yes..." Valeriana rasped, her voice barely a whisper. "My son is a vampire, and the one who turned him into one is... you. Neveah is my son... I want to see him."

Verona's perfectly sculpted brows furrowed as she frowned in confusion. "What are you talking about...?" she began, the question ripped from her lips.

But before she could finish, a jolt of unease, a prickling sensation of something amiss, snaked through her. Something was wrong with Neveah.

"Neveah..." she muttered, the name tasting foreign on her tongue yet strangely familiar.

Without further ado, Verona prepared to vanish ina clear sense of urgency.

Valeriana witnessed Verona's attempt to an abrupt departure with a surge of confusion that quickly morphed into worry. "What happened to my son?" she cried out, her voice echoing across the expanse.

But Verona was in no mood for explanations. Her only focus was on Neveah.

Valeriana wasn't about to be left behind. With a surge of her own magic, she ripped through the fabric of space, latching onto the fading tendrils of Verona's teleportational signature.

In a blink, both women were gone, leaving behind the desolate plains and the unanswered questions swirling in the wind. Their destination – the heart of the vampire castle, where a young vampire named Neveah, oblivious to the storm brewing for him, awaited a confrontation that would change everything.

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[ Earlier]

Neveah stirred in the plush amd comfy confines of Verona's bedroom. Moonlight streamed through the windows, casting an red sheen across the room as it passed through the red curtains. He blinked away the remnants of sleep,he found out erona was gone. The good side was that he wasn't in pain no more.

He sat up, the silk sheets cool against his skin. He closed his eyes, focusing inwards, searching for the familiar chaotic energy that had become a part of him, the power he used. But this time, the frantic dance of power remained elusive.

Panic clawed at his throat. Had he lost it?

' That's not it, I had used it all.'

He shifted his focus, trying to sense the chaotic energy not within himself, but within the very atmosphere. All he felt was a dull thrumming – mana, the lifeblood of magic. Yet, it felt…distant, almost as if it didn't recognize him, 'nothing new there.' he thought.

But he still tried to look for the previous chaotic energy," this is like looking through the internet for some game you used to play as a kid, not knowing it's name nor how it was played, all you know is that you'll recognize it once you see it... Same feeling."

He pushed the unsettling thoughts aside for now. He decided to look at something else– his tomb rewards. He hadn't received them immediately after the raid, which was unusual. 'Perhaps there was some kind of system in place, the delay was for processing points and assigning rewards based on factors like successful trials or overall performance.' he thought.

'Come to think of it where's my perk as a transmigrator? It's been years... Sigh... Why can't I seem to focus today? I feel something in my chest and I can't place it. Anyway let's continue.'

He focused his will on his storage ring and there they were his rewards...' no gold...?How cheap!" He thought.

A worn leather-bound grimoire with strange symbols etched on its cover completed the set. And a letter? Was all he got.

Neveah, his earlier unease momentarily forgotten, reached for the leather-bound journal. Its worn cover, adorned with symbols that seemed to writhe and thrum with a faint, red-obsidian glow, held an undeniable allure.

As his fingertips brushed the aged leather, a jolt of energy surged through him. The room pulsed, the air crackling with a sudden, unseen light. The grimoire erupted in a blinding red-black radiance, forcing Neveah to squeeze his eyes shut. A searing pain lanced through his head as information streamed in with pressure that threatened to split his skull in two.

He forced his eyes open, a gasp escaping his lips. The letter, now tucked between the pages, pulsed with a faint counterpoint – an White light that illuminated the sorroundings.

A cold sweat slicked his skin, the air thick with an oppressive silence. Then, a change occurred within him. His own eyes, usually a vibrant crimson, began to shift. The red drained away, replaced by an all-consuming white that seemed to pierce through the darkness of the room. The other eyes then got dyed black.

Neveah stood frozen, his vision swallowed by the void. Before him a swirling vortex of raw, chaotic energy fighting with a white 'peaceful' energy.

A voice, ancient and laced with power, echoed in the emptiness behind his eyes. "Welcome, child of ruin."

He suddenly couldn't see, couldn't speak, yet he understood. This was more than just a book and a letter.

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[Now]

The air crackled as Verona materialized in the center of her ridiculously large bedroom, a swirl of crimson mist dissipating around her. Valeriana materialized beside her, a flicker of concern etched on her face. ' did she just... wait I don't have time for this let's check on Nev.' Verona was surprised that Valeriana hitched a ride on her teleportation and not many things surprise Verona except Nev.

The room held an unsettling stillness. The air thrummed with an unseen energy, a chaotic and it's opposite a peaceful white light.

Their gazes fell upon Neveah, and a collective gasp ripped from their throats. He hovered in the center of the room, his eyes a chilling spectacle – one glowing an unnatural white, the other a deep, abyssal red. The air around him crackled with two distinct auras: one emanated a sense of serenity, a peaceful calm that soothed the very soul.

The other pulsed with raw, chaotic energy, a tempestuous power that threatened to consume everything in its path.

As if drawn by an invisible tether, Valeriana felt an inexplicable connection to the peaceful aura. It resonated within her on a profound level, a long-dormant yearning awakening within her. It felt like a missing piece, a birthright she had never known, but she deserved and needed.

A surge of power coursed through her, a tidal wave of energy that propelled her towards the peak of the Mid 10th Star stage. Light erupted from her, momentarily eclipsing the strange glow emanating from Neveah.

Verona, on the other hand, felt a pull towards the chaotic aura. It mirrored something deep within her, a familiar power that resonated with her ancient lineage. But a flicker of confusion marred her usually composed expression. A single word escaped her lips, a bewildered whisper, "Father?"

The confusion deepened as she witnessed Valeriana's breakthrough. A low growl rumbled from her throat. "Damn monster," she muttered, she was surprised.

Unbeknownst to them, a strange symbiosis had formed. The two women, on either side of Neveah, became shields as well as transformers for Neveah. They siphoned the raw, chaotic energy from his dual auras, processing it within themselves before feeding it back, refined and potent, into his unconscious form.

Neveah's mind, however, was a battleground in itself. Fragmented memories, glimpses of a forgotten time, swirled in a chaotic storm.

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