Book 14: Chapter 11
I lightly leaned into Mom’s neck again and bit in. Mom’s body tightened up. She locked me in tightly. The warm liquid from Mom’s neck ran into my body. It was the same feeling as trying to get as much water and oxygen – things you couldn’t live without – via sucking. I really cared about Mom. I really care about her. I didn’t want to hurt her for my own sake, but once I bit into her neck, I lost my rationality. I didn’t want to hurt Mom, but I greedily sucked her blood. Further, I felt as though the amount of blood I sucked increased every time. Mom’s health continued to deteriorate during the recent period, and she’d frequently space out.
“Ugh…” Mom shuddered, and then she hugged me tightly. She seemed to want to push me away.
I quickly came to my senses. I noticed that Mom’s lips were pale; therefore, I quickly backed off. I felt dizzy but wasn’t sure if it was because I didn’t finish sucking blood or not. Mommy Vyvyan’s blood-red eyes were trained on the ceiling as her body convulsed. Her gaze was lifeless and no different to a dead person.
I powerlessly lied down to the side. Blood from Mommy Vyvyan’s neck slowly leaked from her neck. I turned my head to see the traces of blood. Through my blurry vision, it appeared to be the most beautiful thing in the world. It was essentially the only thing I wanted in the world.
I wanted blood. I wanted to suck blood. I couldn’t suck her blood, though. I absolutely couldn’t. My mom couldn’t handle it anymore; I saw her body surrender. I couldn’t risk sucking more of her blood. I didn’t feel I sucked enough blood just now, but, if I continued sucking, I would’ve sucked Mom dry! I couldn’t kill my mom. I’d rather die than kill her.
Mom looked in my direction. After lingering for a moment, she panicked and pulled me tightly into her embrace. Her voice shook as she said, “Son. Son. What’s wrong?! What’s wrong?! Why did you stop sucking?! Why didn’t you continue?! You need mana right now! You’ll be just as you were in the past if you don’t have mana! Here, here. Son, Mommy can take it. Mommy can take it. Don’t worry about Mommy. Here. Here, Son. Keep sucking. Don’t worry about Mommy! Otherwise there’s no point in Mommy saving you!”
“I can’t… Mom… I can’t… You… You’re already in this shape…. If…. if I continue… Mom, you…”
“I told you: Mommy is fine!!”
Mom’s sudden yell frightened me. She lingered for a moment, and then apologetically hugged me but tighter this time. Voice soft, she said, “Sorry, Son. Sorry, Son. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Mommy is fine. You don’t need to worry about Mommy. Mommy is using this method, because Mommy is confident. There’s no need to worry. You don’t need to worry at all. Mommy is a demi-god, remember?”