Chapter 92: It can’t be her
Caius stayed right where he was. His brows furrowed in confusion.
Anton Orlock paused.
"That look. Don’t tell me that you didn’t even know the blood that runs in your veins?" He asked and then laughed to himself a little before leaning forward, catching the light more so his features were clearer to see.
Anton had thin white hair that fell from his head in scattered strings. He had pale skin and his face was gaunt with sunken cheeks like he was malnourished. There were heavy bags under his Vampire red eyes like he had spent at least a century without sleep.
Centuries of Blood experiments to improve on the ’perfection’ of Vampirism had left Anton Orlock a shell of his former self. Appearance-wise. The way his thin arms moved in the large sleeves of his large purple/black robes and the way his fingers curled while looking skeletal was like something straight out of a horror movie.
He was sitting in a black throne made of the same black stone as the castle. It also looked as worn down as the castle did which matched well with the creature sitting in it anyway.
Not even the description in the original story had prepared Caius for how bad the Vampire Lord looked and how much he felt like recoiling at the sight.
Nothing about Anton Orlock screamed the eternal youth that Vampires were supposed to be blessed with.
The Vampire women that flanked him continued that trend but they were less shocking to Caius because they looked like the one named Monika who had flown him over here. Seriously, they all looked exactly the same.
Their skin was the same pale shade. Their hair was the same shade of black. Their eyes were the same Vampire Red and their jagged fangs of teeth were identical. If there were any differences to be seen, Caius couldn’t detect any of them.
He quickly realized that that was the point; This appearance was what Anton had decided was the epitome of female performance. This was his masterpiece of Biological engineering and he took pride in how identical they had turned out.
Curling one thin index finger, Anton called Monika over and she walked forward so he could take her hand and plant a kiss on the back of it.