Her hair hid her right eye leaving the mesmerizing ruby like left eye holding a wild and attractive gaze. Her lips were natural bloody. She was wearing a tight sweater covering her till neck.
Her long legs were hidden by those black Jeans hugging them tightly. Even her hands were covered with white gloves. Didn't know if she was cold-sensitive or it was just her style.
Ysabelle was happy to see her " Mom! " she ran to her side and jumped into her chest asking to be pampered. Aurora smiled and patted her daughter's head like a loving mother. " Why're you still wearing the hood. " she pulled it down and saw her daughter's beautiful face which was like a fresh white lily.
She had straight silver hair unlike her mother and her gaze was more playful and arrogant than wild. Her eyes were not red like that of a vampire but somewhat grayish-white.
Even though she was a little girl for Azriel she looked like a young model in her mid-twenties but was definitely much more older. Both the mother-daughter duo were top beauties for sure and together they looked more like sisters.
Ysabelle turned to Azriel expecting some reaction to her face but when she saw him resting lazily with closed eyes she gritted her teeth hard " Mom! you have to teach this guy a lesson, he has been annoying me for so long."
Ophelia was aware of her daughter's temper and knew that she didn't mean it and was curious where had she found this guy. " I'll take care of him, how about you go and take some rest. " she didn't want her to be near a powerful vampire even if he looked harmless. " No, I want to-" "What?" she could see that her mom wasn't in the mood of jokes and went upstairs not forgetting to give Azriel one last hateful look.
" Leave " before she could instruct Albert, one word from Azriel and his thoughts were blurred. Like a puppet unable to resist he dragged his body outside unknowingly.
Ophelia squinted her eyes at this, " Not just telekinesis and Bloodline suppression but even Mind control. What's a powerful vampire like you doing here, not to mention this is the first time I have seen a pure blood using Blood arts. Who are you?" she was really worried. With her own blood arts sealed, she didn't want to fight this man who was as strong as or maybe even more.
" What's your relationship with Madaruk?" he completely ignored her question and asked what he wanted.
Though Ophelia didn't get angry like her daughter but she could guess why she hated this guy. He was truly full of himself, she thought for a second how she should answer but for some reason she felt that lying to this man was a grave sin she shouldn't make.
This feeling from her bloodline surprised her very much. " He was my great-grandfather. " she told the truth after all. Azriel opened his eyes which made Ophelia amazed " So beautiful!" even though she thought Azriel was the most handsome man she had seen before but he opened his eyes , the boundaries were blurred suddenly.
His visage became the very definition of natural perfection and symmetry. Her vocabulary felt short to describe what she was feeling, her bloodline was roaring in excitement and wanted to submit to him.
She snapped out of it with a shocked face " Who the hell are you." same question but with a different and deeper meaning. She wasn't sure of any confrontation anymore, the gap was becoming more apparent.
His very presence commanded respect which she hasn't seen before ' Count? No, he's atleast an Earl. What is someone like doing here? '
Azriel simply smiled to being compared to some weak Earl. " You don't need to be on guard. Madaruk and me were on good terms. Ophelia didn't believe his words. Who was Madaruk? He was the strongest Duke of his time and would have become the next Grand Duke if the tragedy didn't happen.
Not to mention he had been dead for thousands of years, did this guy think such a obvious lie would get him a free pass? " Has he never mentioned me before?" he couldn't believe his own descendants were doubting his words. " You didn't even tell your name." Ophelia just like her daughter thought if he was a narcissist.
He gave her a simple smile and rather than repeating himself and made a small cut on his finger. A single drop of blood oozed full of vitality. Ophelia could barely control herself as her instincts took over and she jumped towards him taking hold of his finger and, put it inside her mouth sucking it hard.
Even Albert and Ysabelle felt something wrong with their body. But they couldn't move as if held by a strong force.
After a few moments when Azriel felt it was enough, he pulled out his finger with the cut already healed. Ophelia didn't open her eyes as something inside her body was changing which took a few moments.
"Who are you?" her third time asking the same question but with different emotional.
She couldn't believe that her sealed bloodline was so easily freed. Even though she had some doubts but the chance of that happening was so low that she didn't dare to believe it.
"Azriel" he looked straight into her eyes to see her reaction and sure enough they had widened. Her calm and cold persona was broken and she couldn't believe her ears. Even though her mind was telling her not to believe it, her excited bloodline which was resonating more than ever was telling an obvious fact. With her moist eyes, it appeared that she trusted her bloodline more.
" My-my.." she couldn't make complete words not sure how take this situation. Something which she had often dreamed about as a child was happening right now.
Someone whose stories she had heard many times from her grandfather was sitting before her. The Progenitor of her race!! She was overwhelmed.
A ray of blue light covered her body which calmed her down.
" I'm sure you have many questions and same with me, so is there anything more suitable place where we can discuss things?" when she saw how naturally he took the lead she could faintly see that this was how things should have been.
" Please follow me, My Lord. " she felt that taking the role of a subject before this man came so naturally when she had never referred even the Vampire king as Lord before. ' So this is our Progenitor huh. Amazing. '
They passed many corridors and not many servants were present in the mansion. He saw only two young vampire girls, both half-blood. Both were Rank-3 and counting the Rank-4 Albert, the mansion had only three servants.
Coming to the Second floor, Ophelia entered the last door which was her workplace. She closed the door and waited for Azriel to sit first.
He saw as how she was still standing not saying anything. The two girls who followed them inside as Azriel asked were shocked themselves seeing their Lord like this.
" No need to be so formal, sit down so that we can have a nice talk." his words didn't seem overbearing anymore to her, she even felt that he was being so kind to her. She sat opposite to him and looked at the two girls " Scarlet and Venus, bring out the best quality Blood we have and some snacks."
Scarlett was half-vampire and half-elf with their signature ears. Night black hair and with a look of natural sadist. Her long nails and full black dress with red earrings gave her a wild image. Even though Venus was same as her being a half-elf but her persona was different.
Her face was more on the gentle note and eyes were faint yellow. Her light blue hair were braided in a beautiful way. And with her white dress she looked like the angel version of the devil Scarlet.
Both were curious about this man's identity but they were proper subordinates and it was not their place for questions. " Yes, My lord. " one went to take the Blood stored in the basement inside a cold chamber and other went to fetch some snacks.
Azriel wanted to say that he didn't like stored blood and only drank fresh, but he didn't want her good intentions to be of waste. Ophelia was feeling nervous despite being told to act normal.
Who could blame her, the only living Eternal of this world and the Progenitor of their race was sitting across her who was like a literal God figure for the vampires.
Azriel noticed this and tried to make her relax " This is quite a lovely mansion. Were you the one who did the interior designing? " even though he was sure it was herself given how beautifully she dressed and how her maids were a pair of opposite yet attracting females, this was a light say to start a conversation.
Ophelia felt happy for some reason that her work was praised by him even though she had ignored the compliments by anyone before. " I am glad that it is something pleasing to My Lord's eyes. My Grandfather was the one who influenced me like this."
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