Chapter 58 - 2.28 A Gift
In the end, Jeffrey accepted Selina’s offer, half of it because he had received too much of a shock to think with sane mind and the other half of it was because of a dream he got a few days later.
In that dream, he met the Goddess of the Night, Nyx, who claimed that she was the creator of all vampires. The Goddess came bearing the clouds with crystal tears sliding down her cheeks, filled with much sorrow and grief. "My most beloved child, Raphael, is dying. His time has come but...if he continues like this, he will eventually go berserk and destroy the world. The chosen warrior, I beseech you, please stop him."
Light engulfed Jeffrey and a sword descended from the sky accompanied by a cacophony of lightning, its blade was pitch black, not even the light could be reflected there. Every inch of the blade exuded a holy aura, so pious that Jeffrey couldn’t bear to look straight at it.
"I bestow you ’Nightfall’, the holy sword that’s taken out from my ribs and bathed in centuries of moonlight, which is able to exterminate the sources of evil. The chosen one, the fate of the world is resting on your shoulders now."
Jeffrey jolted awake from his sleep and shot up sitting, breathing heavily. Sweat drenched his body and his eyes were still blinded from the light emanating from the Goddess. He rubbed his face roughly. What kind of dream was that? It was too ridiculous to come true. He was ready to get some fresh air outside when his feet bumped against a cold, solid thing. Astonishment reflected in his eyes as soon as he took in the pitch black sword that’s resting by his bed. Not his sword.
It was Nightfall.
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[System notification: Host’s character corruption is in progress: 20%...21%...]
Lu Yizhou bit on a piece of cloth to muffle his growl. His body tensed like a bowstring that was on the verge of snapping. Black veins spread all over his body; originally, it only affected his arm but now, it had crawled up to his chest. Soon it would be difficult for him to cover it up daily. His gums bled and blood trickled down his jaw, painting his teeth crimson.
[666: H—Host...Host, are you okay? This is so scaryyy QAQ]
Harsh breathing reverberated around the room and the figure that was covered by shadows was slick in sweat, his silver hair slid down his shoulders like a waterfall of stars. A pair of pitch black eyes slowly cracked open, dull and empty. Lu Yizhou was constantly attacked by a hammering headache and it had gotten way more difficult to maintain his human form. Soon, he wouldn’t be able to hide anything from Theodore anymore. [How long...?]