The abandoned house stood in solemn silence, its walls weathered by time and solitude.
As the trio of Alex, Kira, and Maira made their way towards the exit, they could feel a sense of connection between each other. But just as they were about to step into the fading evening, the world shifted once again.
Two figures materialized at the threshold, drawing their attention like moths to a flame. The first was a man, his form a mixture of sculpted muscles encased in a tailored suit that seemed almost strained by the coexistence of strength and elegance. His presence carried an aura of command, a combination of power and control that was undeniable.
Beside him stood a woman, her gaze sharp and calculating, assessing the newcomers with an intensity that sent shivers down their spines. She was dressed in a sleek black suit that seemed to meld with her form, the embodiment of precision and focus. They introduced themselves with the weight of authority – Marcus and Anna.
Alex exchanged a glance with Kira, his mind racing to decipher their intentions. Marcus's voice held an air of authority, an unspoken assurance that they should be taken seriously. "Greetings, Fellow supernaturals. I'm Marcus. And this is my friend, Anna."
The air grew heavier as their words lingered, leaving the trio in an unspoken conversation. Suspicion danced in the corners of their eyes, uncertainty painting a canvas of doubt.
Marcus, seemingly unfazed by their caution, spoke again, his voice carrying a touch of intrigue. "Our lord, the Ghoul Progenitor, wishes to meet you."
He had been searching for the newborn pureblood but now that he had found them, he felt like the situation wasn't as simple as he had thought.
The words hung in the air like a question mark, tugging at their curiosity. The mention of a progenitor shocked Alex to the core. Alex hadn't thought he would be noticed by one so soon.
Alex's brows furrowed, scepticism mingling with interest. "Why does your lord want to meet us?"
Marcus's smile was enigmatic, a puzzle that refused to be unravelled. "No need to worry. Consider it an invitation."
Kira's eyes narrowed, her instincts cautious as she exchanged a meaningful glance with Alex. Their unspoken concerns seemed to echo in the stillness.
Yet, before they could voice their reservations, Maira stepped forward, her voice a whisper that held an unusual reverence. "You should accept. The Ghoul Progenitor is known to be benevolent, revered among our kind."
The scales of hesitation tipped, the trio's shared glance a silent agreement. Alex decided that if he were like Maira had said then it might be beneficial for him to meet the Ghoul progenitor. After all, Alex needed a lot more help if he wanted to stop Ken.
A decision was reached, and they nodded in unison. "We'll accept the invitation, but we'll come tomorrow. It's getting late, and we need to return home," Alex's words held firmness laced with respect.
A fleeting expression crossed Marcus and Anna's faces, a ripple of something akin to surprise before they concealed it. "Agreed," Marcus replied, his tone carrying a sense of understanding. "We'll arrange for the meeting tomorrow."
Before they parted ways, Marcus turned to Alex with a request. "Could we have your contact number?"
Alex hesitated briefly before sharing the information, a small gesture that carried both trust and caution. With that, they left the abandoned house behind, returning home.
In another corner, Anna turned to Marcus, her curiosity etched across her features. "Do you know what race they are?"
Marcus's gaze held a distant quality, his thoughts diving into the sea of uncertainty. "No, I don't. But they feel like pure blood. Three purebloods in one place is a rare occasion. But something isn't right."
Anna's brow furrowed, her gaze fixed on Marcus as she pressed for answers. "What do you mean?"
Marcus's voice was a low murmur, laden with a weight that seemed to draw from ages past. "Reports speak of individuals who wield abilities of both vampires and ghouls. And then there's something even more intriguing. Have you ever heard of the Sanguine race?"
Anna's confusion deepened, her head shaking in response. "Sanguine? No, I haven't."
Marcus's gaze held a hint of history, a tale that reached back through time. "Legends speak of the Sanguines, a race that existed millennia ago. They were said to possess the combined abilities of vampires and ghouls. It's a narrative that has long faded into obscurity, but I can't help but feel that history might be rewriting itself."
"You mean they could be Sanguine? "
"Just a guess. "Marcus said.