3. The Path to Heaven

“We can hold our hunger if you want! Rather than having to live without a leader, Damian!”

I don't know how many times Freya had said the same thing, but there was no response from the man. Still steadfast in the decision to surrender to the most terrible place, in return for that, 'they' must provide fresh bloodstock for all members of the Dorgalan Clan forever.

Damian Van Xaldrich is the figure the clan chiefs are most looking for. So only with such requirements, do they gladly agree.

However, on the other side, going there is not an easy thing. No matter how terrible the world that humans live in, it can't compare to the cruelty of the pressure in that place. A mysterious island, its existence is not found on the world map. Darklhorgie, which is always shrouded in fog so that it is not detected or even glimpsed by tourists.

“President!" William tried to restrain the man's steps with his magic, but it was easily dispelled. What was the meaning of his strength in front of the clan leader?

When he wanted to continue his journey, William again shouted, "It's better if you accept Miss Almeera's treatment!"

Hearing that, Damian tugged William by the collar after coming up to him quickly. A red glint flashed across his eyes again. Holding back the urge to tear the mouth of the man who had dared to say the name of a human at times like this, the name he hates the most.

Just about to approach and intervene, Freya was pushed by a red light resembling smoke to fall far away. Several employees immediately helped him up and put on a scared expression to Damian.

“If it continues like this, we will be divided.” Holding the stomach, in pain from the magic thrust just now.

“So what should we do?” They grew even more frantic as the tall man let out a ring of seals that no one could enter or see. Of course, I'm also worried about William's condition there, because there are only two possibilities. Come out alive, or just a pile of black ashes.

The entire building's occupants gathered in the lobby, now they could only be silent. Whatever the decision later, there was nothing they could do but obey.

Freya squeezed her arm, walking back and forth restlessly, hours had already passed. There was no sign of the two men appearing. The night is getting late, work is getting chaotic because all the employees can't focus. If one of them is killed, the leader of the 11 leaders won't be able to give both of us a chance. Let alone surrendering himself to Darklhorgie, Damian would die at the hands of the Sahara.

The woman from the Anora Clan was tasked with overseeing Damian's movements. Since the tragedy a few years ago.

When she wanted to remember the reason for Damian's rampage and massacred several clans back then, Freya was fooled by a woman's call. She informed that the man had appeared. Hastily he followed the employee's fast pace until he arrived at the balcony of the director's office. A figure with a broad back was standing in front of the iron fence.

Before the shoulder-length hair girl wanted to approach, another man appeared gasping for air from running. Seemed to give me a light brown folder and a pen to Damian. Seeing this, he sighed, relieved that both of them were okay.

"Are you happy that you've caused everyone so much trouble?" Freya immediately attacked the two boys with a question, while walking toward them. "It's annoying."

“I'm going to meet that crazy woman,” Damian said crossing the paper, then burning it with magic, the ashes scattered in the air.

Even without being told, Freya was sure that it was a letter of agreement given by the Emerl Clan leader. The woman was quick to understand just by looking at the situation, that's the advantages of vampires, apart from perfect looks and such a long life.

“Yeah, you'd better go to his place than be Emerl's slave,” she said, after much thought.

Now that's the only way their company can bounce back. Even so, Damian would not leave without a plan. During his time inside the magic circle, he and William had a deep discussion. It was true that the incident that everyone feared had almost happened, but it looked like he was lucky he didn't get killed right away.

***

That was the beginning of VSOUTE's destruction, forcing its leader into the lion's den, to ensure the peaceful life of the clan members.

“Your clothes are not revealing enough, Honey...."

Almeera still tugged at the man's firm jaw, then casually placed her beautiful legs on the burly shoulders. The thick eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, the impolite act had crossed the line. However, he had to restrain himself.

Satisfied smiles continued to decorate, seeing Damian on his knees turned out to be more satisfying than he imagined. Handsome face, thick lips pressed together, clearly disliked. The slender little finger suddenly pressed the springy object in front of him without consent, just out of curiosity about the texture.

"What do you want? Apology?" He looked bitter, starting to get goosebumps at the thought of the future if he continued to be here, making his stomach churn with nausea.

“I am? Of course this body, lips… and!” Deliberately pausing his sentence, while glancing mischievously at Damian's black cloth-covered bottom. “Umm… looks like yours is big…?”

The vulgar question she asked casually without any burden as if it was a matter of course. The rumors about the perverted and playful 'Young Lady' of that handsome man have been proven firsthand. Whereas in the past Damian tried to think positively because a human couldn't have that many shortcomings. Of course, that was long before they got into a conflict in the last event.

“Miss, I admit that I was wrong for kicking you out in front of people.” Try to calm down. “After this, I will formally apologize to restore your reputation. So, please contact the relevant people, however, You have tarnished our company's reputation with baseless rumors."

“Isn't that worth what you did to me? Let's just say we're in a draw since you turned down my offer this time, never mind… there's no point in chatting, right?” Almeera adjusted the long pajamas that had slipped under her arms, away from the plush chair.

There were only the two of them in the room because the four men had already left. "Then you want me to be your toy?"

“Do I have to explain it twice, Damian?” Throwing a strange look at the man. Her expression was serious. Makes anyone wonder if he can not joke at a time like this.

For some reason, the man became a little nervous about Almeera's current attitude. Never been shown before. For a moment he forgot his original purpose, then hurriedly snorted in annoyance. Immediately returned the gaze coldly.

"You make me look stupid."

“I'm serious, please get out of here when your business is done. Poor them waiting outside, they need my touch to survive." Chuckling softly looking at Damian wistfully.

Goosebumps. Almeera managed to make a vampire shudder in horror with just a glance as if she was more terrifying than the mythological creature.

“You… refuse to be touched? Though I offer incomparable pleasure, Damian," she said, again.

***