Indra listened to Enyo's story in great detail, eager to learn why this large tank of black liquid was causing him to feel so strange.
After recounting events from over ten thousand years ago, Enyo turned to the weapons case that she'd originally come down here for.
"You'll need a good weapon while we're out there, my prince. Hopefully your body retains the memories from your years of swordsmanship lessons as well."
Since her prince could not use his soul weapon and had no way to learn arcane for the time being, he needed better ways to defend himself.
Enyo opened the glass case and was briefly in awe.
The weapons of the former king and his three queens as well as the weapon of the first king were all present.
The monetary value on these weapons was more than anything else they had collected so far. It was easily more than enough to buy even an entire city.
But Enyo did not wish to sell these things as they were a part of her prince's history after all.
Eventually, he would rebuild the vampire clan from scratch, and he would need these tools.
Enyo's gaze settled on two katanas with blades that were completely black with a dark red line running down the middle. They also appeared to be a bit on the longer side, measuring at around 65 inches. However, the oddest thing about these swords were undoubtedly the edges.
Normally a katana's edges should be sleek and smooth, yet these blades possessed serrated edges, giving them a darker and wilder look.
These were the weapons of the late third queen of vampires, Dhalia Ascalon.
Despite her nature as an assassin, she had a rather cruel and ruthless nature that was evident by looking at her favored choice of weaponry.
These were also the weapons Indra trained the most with when he was younger, and he undoubtedly showed the greatest promise with them.
After three years of lessons his skill rivaled even his mother's when she was not using her cultivation techniques.
Enyo sheathed both of the blades and removed them from the case.
She turned around and prepared to hand them to Indra. "Here, my prince. I think you'll..."
The poltergeist's words gradually trailed off.
Indra's formerly red eyes had rolled into the back of his head.
Before Enyo could stop him, he flung out his fist and punched the glass tank in front of him.
Normally, nothing should have happened.
But in that moment, Indra's strength seemed to be much greater than his body would suggest.
The glass shattered instantly, and the blood inside was free.
"My Prince, no!" Enyo cried.
However, the blood seemed to take on a life of it's own as it spilled out onto the floor.
Indra opened his mouth impossibly wide, revealing his fangs that had already burst from his gums.
The blood flew into his open mouth, leaving Enyo so stunned that she dropped the priceless swords she was holding.
Indra swallowed every drop of black blood within the tank.
It was only a few seconds after he finished his impromptu meal that he fell to his knees, clutching his head and screaming.
"AAAAAARRRRRGGHHHHHH!!!!!"
"PRINCE INDRA!"
Enyo immediately flew to her master's side and was horrified by what she saw.
The veins within Indra's body were turning black and could be seen through his skin.
Black blood had begun leaking from his ears and nose as he screamed his lungs out.
Enyo could do nothing but hold him and cry as her heart felt like it was broken into millions of pieces.
-
'Where am I? Why is it so dark?'
Indra tried to move his body but found that he was completely unable.
The feeling that he was being slowly constricted by an unknown force began to overwhelm him.
His consciousness began to get dimmer and dimmer and it seemed as though he would be swallowed entirely by whatever unknown entity was restraining him.
Suddenly, a masculine voice cut through the darkness.
"My chosen, do not be swallowed up. You have yet to take revenge on the one responsible for eradicating our family."
Indra did not recognize the ancient voice but just hearing it filled him with power and burned his will anew.
'Let me out of here… Let me out!' Indra screamed.
The darkness retreated, and Indra was thrust back into the waking world.
-
When Indra opened his eyes, his body was stinging all over and he had a dull headache.
He felt like he'd had some sort of odd dream, yet he couldn't remember a single detail.
However, those thoughts were completely dispelled when he took in his surroundings and finally noticed what was going on.
Enyo was crying so hard it was deafening while she held his face in her breasts and rocked back and forth.
Amidst the constant blubbering, it was a miracle she could hear him. "Enyo... What have I told you about crying?"
His lovely maid finally ceased her deluge of tears and stared down at him in shock.
"M-My prince y-you... WAAAAAAAA!!!"
She gave it her best effort but eventually Enyo lost out to her rampaging emotions. "W-Why did you do that?! You scared me, I-I thought you were going to die and leave me all alone!!"
Indra wanted to answer that he didn't know what exactly he'd done but the ghost girl had flung herself around his neck and was squeezing him so tight he couldn't get a word out.
Luckily, he did not require air, or he would've been at risk of suffocating.
Eventually he gave up on getting a word out like this and changed his body into a dark red mist to slip out of her grasp.
He reformed behind her and pulled her into his embrace instead.
"Please calm down, Enyo."
Finally, it seemed as though his words had gotten through to her and she slowed her deluge of tears to only a trickle.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
Enyo shakily recounted the short events, starting with how Indra had seemingly lost all control of himself and punched the tank and freeing the blood.
She then explained how he drank all of it and then collapsed screaming in agony for fifteen minutes.
"W-When you stopped screaming I-I thought you were dead!!"
"... I can see how you would get that impression." Indra was trying not to show how disturbed he was.
He had absolutely no recollection of anything the lovely woman in his arms had just told him about.
His last memory was staring into the tank wondering just how powerful that creature could have been.
The next thing he knew he was waking up with a massive headache and with Enyo's breasts in his face.
He would not have minded the last part so much but everything else felt like way too much.
Enyo suddenly leaped out of his arms in alarm. "What am I doing? I-I have to check your body's condition!"
There was no way to tell how consuming that blood had affected Indra internally.
He shouldn't have even been able to drink it in the first place! Several vampires had tried in the war against it, and they merely exploded from the drastic influx of unknown power and energy.
Enyo made Indra lay down on his back and she climbed on top of him. "P-Please forgive me for the awkward positioning, Prince Indra."
He wanted to tell her that she could stay there for as long as she liked but he didn't want her to go fainting on him again.
Making sure that nothing poked her would undoubtedly be his greatest struggle today.
Enyo injected a bit of her energy into Indra's body and concentrated on analyzing him from within.
"What... is this...?"