Vampire Progenitor System
Chapter 126: Then stop losing

Chapter 126: Then stop losing

New York

Deep beneath the streets of Manhattan, inside a concealed citadel laced with wards and dimensional anchors, the council of New York’s supernatural leaders sat in grim silence. The lights were dim, glowing with soft ember hues. Between stone columns and arcane scripts etched across the floor, tension simmered like pressure under glass.

The round table stood at the center of the hall, surrounded by twelve seats, but only eight were filled today.

A girl had died last night. One of their own. And she wasn’t the first.

A vampire turned to ash in Italy. A kitsune burned alive in Tokyo. A coven slaughtered in Istanbul.

All within days.

Now, the news was global.

And every leader here knew—it was only getting worse.

Vladimir slammed his hand on the table, fangs barely retracted beneath his lips. "I say we wipe their memory clean. All of them. Every last one. We wouldn’t be in this mess if we’d done that from the start!"

His voice echoed across the marble.

Greta sighed from across the table, her snowy white hair glowing under the ceiling glyphs. "You want to erase the memories of seven billion humans? You’d collapse the veil and draw attention we can’t hide from anymore."

Vulpina leaned forward, eyes sharp like a fox’s. "And what happens the next time they find out, hmm? We wipe them again? Then again? How long do you want us to keep playing clean-up, Vlad?"

Boris growled softly, folding his arms as he nodded in agreement.

"Then what?" Vladimir fired back, rising from his chair. "We let them butcher us in the streets? Because that’s what’s happening. Our people are dying! And we can’t fight back—our hands are tied by the ancient pact."

"The pact was for balance," Greta snapped. "To keep both worlds from falling into chaos."

"It was suicide," Vladimir muttered. "We can’t lay a hand on them, but they can aim silver bullets and holy fire without consequence."

The room fell into heavy silence.

Vulpina stood up slowly, her tails curling behind her, casting shadows across the wall. "Fowler is already investigating the Resistance cells. He’s gathering intel, and when the time comes, we’ll hit back. Until then..." Her eyes narrowed. "Self-defense is still allowed."

That line struck something in the room.

A flicker of hope.

Heads nodded.

"Yes," Greta murmured. "They attack, we defend. There’s still room to move."

Vladimir grunted. "That’s a weak loophole. We need teeth. Not hope."

That’s when it happened.

Boom.

The doors at the far end of the chamber exploded open—not violently, but with enough force to send a gust of wind spiraling into the room.

The torches along the walls flickered.

And the shadows twisted.

A figure stepped through the opening.

Black coat. Red eyes. Snow-white hair that shimmered faintly under the arcane lights.

Lucifer Origin.

And in his arms—

A girl.

Pale.

Bloodied.

Dead.

He walked silently through the chamber.

No one said a word.

The flames seemed to dim as he passed them, and the pressure in the room spiked.

He reached the center of the table and laid the girl down on it gently.

Then stepped back.

"She was thirteen," Lucifer said, voice low. Calm. But behind that calm was something more dangerous than rage.

"She was hiding in a shelter. A haven registered under our joint protection zones. And they found her."

He looked at each council member in turn.

"Do you know what they did?"

No answer.

He didn’t need one.

"They dragged her out. Called her a freak. Stabbed her with wood soaked in blessed water. Then they lit the shelter on fire while she was still breathing."

The silence after his words was thick enough to drown in.

Lucifer’s eyes flicked toward Vladimir. "You want to talk about memory wipes?"

Toward Greta. "Pacts?"

Toward Vulpina. "Defense?"

He stepped forward again, voice growing colder.

"All you do is talk."

He placed both hands on the table. Slowly.

"Council meetings. Votes. Caution. Balance. Peace."

He tilted his head.

"But our people are still dying. You want to defend the few? I want to end the threat. You wait. I act."

Vladimir bristled. "You’re not the only one suffering, Origin. We’re all losing people."

"Then stop losing," Lucifer said.

Simple. Sharp. Like a blade to the throat.

Vulpina’s ears twitched. "And what do you propose?"

Lucifer’s gaze pierced through her. "We fight."

Boris scoffed. "You mean open war?"

Lucifer didn’t flinch. "No. Precision. Elimination. I’ve already sent Zane and Anita to level one of their hidden HQs. You’ll hear the screams by morning."

Greta stood. "That wasn’t sanctioned—"

"Since when did monsters need permission to survive?"

Greta paused.

Lucifer turned toward the dead girl again.

Then he reached down and covered her eyes with his fingers.

"She deserved to live," he whispered. "She deserved a future."

He stepped back again.

"I’m not here to ask for approval. I’m here to remind you who I am."

He looked around the table again.

"You want peace? Then bring a knife. Because peace only matters when you have the power to protect it."

He turned his back to them and began to walk away.

No one stopped him.

No one spoke.

He paused at the door.

"One more thing."

They looked up.

"I’m forming a new division under Origin. Shadowborne. No borders. No votes. Just clean work."

"And what will they do exactly?" Vulpina asked cautiously.

Lucifer looked back over his shoulder.

"They’ll erase the problem before it spreads."

The door closed behind him.

The air remained cold for a long time.

Then Greta finally spoke.

"...We should’ve never let him handle things alone after the summit."

Vulpina shook her head. "We’re lucky he’s still on our side."

Vladimir leaned forward, eyes still on the dead girl.

"...For now."

Outside – Citadel Rooftop

The wind up here was quiet. High. Detached from the noise below.

The city stretched far in the distance, buildings catching the last gold light of the setting sun. The sky burned orange and violet, clouds drifting slow like lazy ghosts.

Ella stood at the edge of the citadel’s highest balcony, arms folded, her dark hair swaying gently with the breeze. Her eyes were distant. Hollow. Like she hadn’t really blinked in minutes.

Lucifer stepped out from the main archway below. He was silent at first, but when he saw her silhouette standing alone against the sky, he exhaled softly.

"...Of course she’d be up here."

He bent his knees—

Thump.

In a blink, he vanished—then reappeared behind her with the wind shifting slightly from the momentum.

"Hey, Ella," he said quietly.

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