Chapter 10: 9 - Sisterly squabbles
«Blood Word: Telum!»
Around my fist, a dense, fluid aura of sanguine energy quickly forms, materializing into a long sword with a crimson blade and hilt.
«I did it... I did it! Look, Ayra! I did it!» I exclaim, bursting with uncontrollable excitement as I proudly exhibit the gleaming weapon.
«You were amazing, Lyon!» she exclaims, equally euphoric, her crimson eyes sparkling with joy and a hint of admiration.
Seeing her so happy and excited about my progress, I can't help but recall Gerard's words from last night. Is Ayra truly as ruthless and cruel as he claims? And yet... her eyes, her smile... no, she's not like the other vampires. I'm sure of it!
«At this rate, we'll see you at the top of the rankings in no time...» Sasha sneers, attending my training again today despite Ayra repeatedly urging her to leave. But, after all, their father's rules are clear: priority use of the training center is granted to those higher in the rankings, and Sasha is undeniably far above us. Still, she allowed us to use it on the condition that she could observe my training.
«However, your Visanguis energy is much weaker today than it was yesterday,» remarks Sasha, the third daughter of King Drakhul Valakys, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at me. «Perhaps something is troubling you, making it hard to concentrate on Ayra's body? Or...» A sly smile curves her lips. «...or maybe my sister's body no longer excites you enough? Maybe... you need new stimuli?»
At that moment, Sasha's skimpy attire dissolves into a red mist—like her hair—and... she's completely naked! «My body is far more developed than my little sister's: my hips are wider, my breasts much larger. So, what do you think... is this enough to reignite your full potential?» she teases, her voice dripping with seduction.
My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets at the sight of her stunningly naked body. Sasha isn't joking; her figure is far more voluptuous than Ayra's, and her breasts... they're massive... enormous! Ayra's are impressive too, but Sasha's are on a completely different level! I can't help but wonder how she doesn't suffer from back pain carrying those basketball-sized breasts around! I'm drooling without even realizing it, like a starving man before a steaming, succulent feast.
«S-Stop acting like a temptress with my familiar!» Ayra bursts out, her cheeks as red as a tomato.
«What's wrong, little sister? Are you afraid that—after seeing me naked—he won't be able to activate the Visanguis thinking of you... but thinking of me instead?» Sasha retorts, mocking her.
«Y-You're making me angry!» Ayra stammers, her voice trembling with rage. Suddenly, the atmosphere grows heavy, oppressive, and almost scorching. A dense whirlwind of red energy—Sanguis energy—surges around Ayra's body like a storm, so violent it sends me flying backward, tumbling across the ground several meters away.
My mistress's serious and menacing gaze fills me with terror, and the power she's emanating right now is... absurd! I can't even stand under the crushing weight of the energy saturating the air. But it's not just my weakness; even Dorje Valakys—Sasha's familiar, far stronger and more experienced than I am—is pinned to the ground, barely managing to stay on one knee—all due to Ayra's power alone. Sasha, however, appears completely unaffected.
«The truth hurts, doesn't it, little sister?» Sasha taunts, completely unfazed. Around her, that same devastating energy radiates, intensifying the already dreadful atmosphere.
Two goddesses of beauty—completely naked—ready to battle... over me? In a way, yes, though it's likely just an excuse, the last straw. They probably couldn't wait to clash, and this was merely the spark that ignited the fuse.
«A-Ayra... what are you doing?» I murmur weakly, my voice strained with pain—my body feeling as if crushed under a hydraulic press—in a futile attempt to calm her.
«Lyon.» Her voice is cold and stern, yet terribly unsettling. «Interfering between two vampires is an intolerable act of disrespect. You couldn't have known, so I won't punish you this time, but don't you dare do it again.» Her merciless tone forces me to abandon any further attempts to calm her.
The ground beneath our feet cracks, and large chunks of earth and rock rise into the air, only to disintegrate moments later. My body trembles with fear—a fear unlike anything I've ever felt before. The strength of a vampire is... terrifying!
«Blood Word: Telum!» Ayra and Sasha chant the spell in unison. In Ayra's hand, the familiar sword materializes—the same one I managed to summon after hours of relentless training—while in Sasha's hands, a massive and menacing scythe takes shape, its crescent blade as long as the weapon's entire shaft. With the scythe in hand and Sanguis energy swirling around her, Sasha looks like a true goddess of death.
And then... they lunge at each other, moving so fast I can't even see them start—they simply vanish into thin air, leaving behind a scarlet trail. Suddenly, an unexpected shockwave erupts from somewhere in the training center, accompanied by a deafening metallic clash, hurling me even farther away. When they reappear, they're face-to-face, Ayra's sword locked against Sasha's scythe, the crimson blades pressed tightly together.
But at that moment, something happens. A sudden beam of red light descends from the sky, landing precisely where Ayra and Sasha are clashing, forcing them to retreat in opposite directions. The beam—initially about two meters wide—gradually narrows until it completely vanishes.
«It seems we'll have to postpone our discussion...» Sasha mutters.
«I'm afraid so...» Ayra replies with visible resignation.
Where the red beam fell, two figures now stand. One of them is a woman with an imposing presence and a muscular physique rivaling Gerard's. Her dark brown hair is cut fairly short, and her outfit is distinctly masculine—a green tank top and brown pants, almost like a soldier's uniform. If not for her chest, you might not even realize she's a woman. The other figure I can barely glimpse out of the corner of my eye, a small silhouette obscured by the massive presence of the larger woman.