The Conquerors Path Chapter 994 - 992-Fast Changing Situtaion.

"I am very much tempted to steal you away. Such talent can change the world, you know?"

"I know."

A smile crossed my face as I answered, prompting Vixuola to let out a soft laugh. Yet her stare intensified, boring straight into me, while a fresh sparkle ignited in her eyes that was absent moments ago. In that quiet interval, we savored our drinks without words, relishing the gentle evening breeze and the serene atmosphere, until I broke the silence.

"The reason I wanted to meet you was to gain your support for the faction I am about to make."

Those words left Vixuola speechless for a beat, her features shifting to a contemplative look. She then set her glass down on the table separating us, her faint smile lingering as she posed the question.

"Why me?"

It was a straightforward inquiry, and I answered without delay this time.

"I did my homework before coming here. You know where I come from, right? So information is something I get in the vast majority, and from it, I narrowed it down to you."

My statement echoed in the air, yet Vixuola's face showed little alteration as she shot back.

"And? You still haven’t given me the real reason yet."

In response, I fell quiet, an unspoken understanding flowing between us while I displayed a touch of reluctance on my features, before finally voicing my thought.

"Just how safe is everything I say in here?"

That query sparked even greater intrigue in Vixuola, who replied.

"Very safe. Anything you say here only stays between us and no one else."

"What I say in a way will affect the vampires in a big way too."

Now my declaration had completely captured Vixuola's attention, her demeanor deepening with the gravity of the moment. Therefore, adopting a gravely earnest look, I inquired.

"Have you ever heard about Blood Angels?"

As soon as those words escaped my lips, the entire ambiance turned rigid. It felt like the very realm around us had halted in stunned disbelief, as though the surrounding space itself trembled, and I realized this reaction stemmed entirely from the woman before me. Following my utterance, Vixuola's countenance remained utterly unchanged.

However, the lack of visible response or spoken word didn't imply nothing stirred within. So, I held my patience for her true reply, and at last, Vixuola's expression softened into true solemnity; more precisely, it hardened into a profoundly focused demeanor as she straightened her posture, her jewel-like eyes gleaming with unprecedented intensity, even amid their subtle gray hue, before she uttered.

"I might have an idea. What about it?"

Her response deepened the gravity on my own face. After all, I had conducted thorough investigations—not through the DarkNight, but via the system—to identify the ideal ally in the war council under this identity of mine, and the details had led directly to this very woman opposite me.

As mentioned, converting her into a Blood Angel would prove immensely beneficial to my goals, but that's not the approach I intend to pursue. Becoming a Blood Angel entails reshaping one's essence to serve only my being, stripping away their existence to devote it solely to me, and I refuse to impose that on anyone merely for my convenience.

Should they have wronged me gravely, or fall into the world's "evil" ranks, then forcing the change as retribution wouldn't trouble me—it's a clear gain on my end. But employing it selfishly for personal gain would merely drag me further into the shadowy trail I sense I'm already treading, whereas superior methods exist to harness that essence independently.

Reflecting on those notions, I meticulously shaped my upcoming statements and then declared.

"To you, I feel like a human, but I am actually part vampire. It’s more accurate to say the fact that when I was younger I fell into a historic world, one that belonged to something so ancient that even I can’t still say where it all came from, and having gone through even close by death, I was deemed worthy in a sense of the way and found myself being injected with a higher bloodline, a higher species, and also being guided into some kind of awakening, becoming something even more..."

There I halted my explanation, gazing intently at the woman across from me. I noticed her radiant eyes quivering with intense feelings, her breathing quickening slightly as Vixuola, reining in her impulses briefly, questioned.

"How can I even believe you?"

"You feel it, don’t you? The pull to me. Every vampire I met does."

That statement caused Vixuola to recoil briefly, her stare flickering as words failed her. From the instant I arrived, I had amplified my allure to its utmost potency.

"Plus..."

Pausing once more, I rose from my chair and stepped a short distance away, remaining within Vixuola's view, before shrugging off my shirt to let it drop to the floor. Revealed upon my back was the identical marking that had emerged when I absorbed Farah—the wings. With a mere mental command, they unfurled from my shoulders, enveloped in a crimson aura that swayed gracefully yet lethally behind me, resembling rivulets of blood cascading from their form.

The instant this occurred, my presence transformed, growing fiercer, more perilous, and volatile. I even demonstrated by elongating my fangs slightly while standing firm, and simultaneously, I nearly unleashed the subtle draw of my vital essence, which struck Vixuola with full impact, causing her frame to tense rigidly.

A surge of scarlet power nearly erupted around her, but she suppressed it just in time, her visage briefly alight with wonder as I caught her murmuring.

"By the Ancestors..."

Ecstasy lit her features, mirroring the desperate relief of a wanderer in the wastes discovering an oasis after endless thirst. Disbelief gripped her as Vixuola gradually rose from her chair, her limbs quaking faintly while she approached me. The seasoned veteran had vanished; in her place stood a soul profoundly reverent, overwhelmed by the discovery of a lifelong quest fulfilled.

Taking tentative strides, she drew near, examining me closely as her fingers reached toward my wings but hesitated midway, her face uncertain. The formidable Vixuola, the fabled Blood Queen, regarded me with a vulnerable, imploring look as she whispered.

"May I?"

Her plea brought a grin to my lips, and I inclined my head in assent. Swallowing her surging urges, she cautiously reached out to caress my wings. Their blend of tenderness and menace drew another swallow from her throat. Briefly, she immersed herself in the sensation, only to withdraw her touch with evident reluctance.

With my wings extended wide, I faced Vixuola squarely, who stood before me, struggling fiercely to compose herself and faltering as I pressed on.

"When I researched, you had done everything for the vampires as a whole and hold great pride in who you are. You protect geniuses and protect your own kind, and right now, I wanted that kind of person to know what I am. Someone I can trust. So that is why I came to you."

My declaration forced Vixuola to draw several steadying breaths, the overwhelming tide of her yearnings proving a fierce battle even for one of her stature. She clung to her restraint with every ounce of strength, barely averting the urge to drop to her knees or plead for my blood.

In this instant, I embodied the elusive breakthrough she had pursued across her existence: a true advancement. For those who have scaled the pinnacle of their nature, the drive to ascend further burns strong, particularly among those who crave dominion and surpassing all limits. For Vixuola, the Blood Angel route represented her sole viable progression, a solitary trail ahead.

Yet it had remained an impossible fantasy, shattered only by my sudden appearance, which upended every rational barrier she held.