Moloch walked the Main Street of the capital city. It was a straight line from the Imperial Palace all the way to the gate. The imperial city was roughly 5 km squared. Holding up to a million people. Most of these people in the capital were in poverty. Many living in the commons region of the Capital. The closer one lived to the Empire, the more standing they had.
Moloch walked towards the noble region of the city. Moloch stood outside an enormous house. He looked at the nameplate of the large gate "Sanguis." He opened up the gate and walked through. He turned around and watched as the gate closed by itself. Slowly walking into the house and made his way into the inner courtyard of the house. Finally making his way into the inner courtyard where an old man was painting beneath a black oak tree with blood red leaves with black veins.
Moloch quickly went to one knee, "Grandfather, school is over and tomorrow I'll be at the academy. The school knows that I am a part of the family." Moloch quickly said. "That is to be expected, they would have found out sooner or later." An ancient sounding voice came from the old man. "Stand up boy. Your meal is ready." Moloch quickly stood up as a blood pearl flew into his hands. [Quickly!] the inner voice nearly shouted and Moloch felt as though his skull was splitting.
Moloch put the pearl into his mouth. The pearl quickly melted and filled his mouth with blood. He quickly swallowed the blood and let out a pleasureful moan. Ah, nothing is better then this feeling. Moloch thought to himself. "Tell me about the blood boy." The old man said as he stopped painting and looked over. Moloch made eye contact with his grandfather and shivered. The old mans eyes were red, no white sclera could be seen. Just a vibrant bloody red.
"Grandfather, this blood pearl is made from the blood essence of a young girl, most likely 10 years old. However, it doesn't have that pure feeling so I'm assuming she wasn't pure. She was most likely one of those toys for those old guys at the Lotus Brothel. It has a feeling of a flower beginning to bud but before it can show its flower it was snipped." Moloch said.
"Correct, I was looking for a good meal for you when she was thrown out from the brothel. She asked me to kill her so she could see her parents again. It's rather sad too. She would have made a cute concubine for you." Said the old man as he began to laugh loudly. He quickly stopped laughed as the house had begun to shake due to the release of his mana while laughing.
"Are you ready to receive the inheritance." Said the old man as he returned to his painting. Giving not a glance towards Moloch. "Yes, patriarch. I have a question that doesn't involve the inheritance though." Moloch asked. He looked towards the tree, however, the tree seemed to be shaking its leaves in a rather annoyed fashion. "Is it regarding the annihilation of the sect and how I was able to secure our nobility with the Emperor?" Said the old man as he continued to paint.
Moloch nodded his head. His father was supposed to be the next patriarch however he died when Moloch was ten and his mother died during child birth. He was the 12th son. A son from one of the lowest ranked concubines. "Moloch do you know why your name is the way it is?" Said the old man. Moloch shook his head in a "no" fashion. "I oversaw your birth, when you were born you had absorbed your mothers entire blood essence leaving her like a prune. There has never been someone who could as easily absorb essence then yourself. Your father thought that you were a curse and almost killed you but I had stopped him. I told him to name you Moloch which means King.
There is a prophecy that has been passed on in our clan that a baby who can swallow his mothers essence in birth can be a man who could swallow the blood essence of the world. A King of Blood. Which is what your name means. A part of the prophecies inheritance is the death of the clan except for two. Called the Tutor, which is me, and the King, which is you. I had to put the entire millions people worth of blood essence into a pearl. I lied to the king saying that I destroyed the sect due to the failure and evil machinations of the younger generations. The Emperor said that he would give us nobility and a pardon. He is not that dumb he knows I was lying about the reason." Said the old man as he continued to paint.
Wow. Grandpa really killed a million cult members and our family clan for a prophecy. Moloch thought to himself. He was a little surprised because this was the first time he was hearing this. "I see. I'm ready to receive the inheritance grandfather." Said Moloch. The old man stopped painting and turned towards the tree. He knocked in a rhythmic pattern on the bark. Suddenly, the bark split open to reveal a case. Moloch shivered. When the old man took the case out of the tree Moloch felt the blood pearl inside of the case. His appetite seemed to peak and he couldn't resist licking his lips in anticipation.
The old man opened the case to reveal three items visible to Moloch. A blood pearl, a paint brush as thick as a thumb and as long as 30 centimeters, and a book titled "Bloody Painting." "The blood pearl was the one I was talking about regarding the annihilation of the sect. The brush's Stem is made from a finger bone from a Tier 9 Blood Dragon and the head is made up from the whiskers of a Tier 9 Blood Serpent. This brush alone could buy the entire Empire's land. This book is the families specialized Blood Summoning Painting magic. This is everything you will need to know, how to push mana essence into the blood essence and infusing the combination into the tip of the brush and into the painting to bring out the creation." Said the old man.
He walked over to his painting and tapped the painting while infusing mana essence into his finger. Suddenly, a 100 meter flood dragon flew out of the painting and flew into the sky before dive bombing and disappearing into the black oak tree. Moloch watched the entire process in amazement. "Moloch sit down, you'll need to absorb this blood pearl. It will be quite painful and you'll probably pass out from the pain." Said the old man as he took the blood pearl from the case.
Moloch watched as the old man floated the pearl Into his hands. Moloch has realized that the pearl was almost weightless but looking at it, one could tell that it was incredibly dense. The pressure emanating from it was enough to cause Moloch to get drenched in sweat. Rolling the pearl in his hand Moloch flicked it up using his thumb and caught it in his mouth. [More!] screeched the voice as the Pearl released the dense liquid in his mouth. Forcefully being dragged Inside.
Moloch fell onto his side clutching his abdomen in pain. He screamed out in pain as he felt a million different essences assault his body. The old man sighed as he ripped up the flood dragon painting and began painting something else. By this time Moloch had passed out in pain, still keeping that pained expression plastered onto his face.
Moloch opened his eyes and slowly sat up. He couldn't feel any pain and for a second he thought it was a dream. That thought didn't last long as when Moloch stood up and turned around he fell back onto his ass and backed up quickly. What stood before him as a mountain of corpses. A mountain so tall that it looked like it could pierce the sky. Moloch was dumbfounded. "Where am I?" He said out loud in confusion. Looking around. Besides this mountain for corpses there was a ocean of blood opposite of the corpses.
"Ah so this is my Mana Core." Said Moloch. "Kekeke you are really a smart one." A feminine laugh could be heard. Moloch whipped his body around and looked towards the direction of the voice and saw a lady dressed in white sitting on some corpses. "Who are you? How are you in here?" Questioned Moloch. Moloch looked at her studying this woman.
She had white skin that looked as smooth as fresh snow. Jet black hair up Into a loose bun. Eyes so dark that they feel like the depths of the abyss. Her lips plump on her face, just her smile alone could rouse the hearts of men everywhere. A god given beauty with-. Moloch glanced towards her chest region. If Moloch wasn't confused his jaw would have hit the floor. It seemed as though the mountains of his world had nothing on the size of her chest. A slight hue could be seen on his face.
Moloch heard a slight laugh. "Mortal, I can hear your thoughts." Moloch coughed and turned his head, his pale face could now be described as bloody red. "May I ask who you are." [Hungry] just as he was finishing his statement his skull felt as though it was splitting. Moloch fell to the ground clutching the sides of his head. "I am your Mana Core. Well, kind of. I was originally sealed in your mother's body. However, when you were born you absorbed her mana core, blood essence, and mana essence. So you developed your mana core at birth Which is where I have been sealed." The feminine voice said. Moloch looked stunned, trying to study the situation.
"So, why were you sealed in my mother, and are you the voice that constantly demands for Blood Essence? Do you have a proper name?" Moloch asked. He looked at her and she smiled. "My birth name is Corinth Libidine. I am 1000 years old. Compared to your Sanguis family, my family got strength from souls rather than blood. However, we were hunted down like dogs and eventually I was sealed in your mothers family, getting passed down in women, however, it seems as though when you devoured your mother's essences'. Your cores merged. yes, I was the voice. When you get strong you need incredible amounts of food to stay sane, and well. I was hungry." She started to laugh towards the last part.
Moloch looked around and nervously laughed a little. "Is your hunger sated?" Moloch asked as he glanced towards the mountain of food. "For now, this should be fine for 5 years." Corinth said. "Also, do not mention this encounter. Otherwise I'll eat your soul and we will both die. If I'm found out, people will kill you and try to refine your mana core to get my soul and be made into a soul weapon."
Moloch gulped. "I understand." Suddenly he felt his conscience waver and stir as he began to wake up. "Will I see you again?" Moloch asked. Hoping this devilish beauty would never be seen again. "I can read your thoughts, especially those naughty things you do once a week. I'll see you again when I call out for you." She winked and then I woke up.
"Fuck."