Vampire God in the Apocalypse-Chapter 326 - 323. Story of the Veil (1)

The sun shone above the Arsenal camp once more. For the first time in days, there were no distant roars, no monstrous shadows looming across the horizon. Silence reigned—not because the apocalypse had slowed, but because the army had swept through the surrounding lands, eradicating everything within miles of the camp.

For the survivors, it was reason enough to celebrate.

Music and laughter spilled through the streets of the camp. Soldiers, hunters, and civilians alike gathered to feast and drink, their faces flushed with the warmth of temporary peace. Children danced around the fires, while veterans boasted of kills, their stories growing wilder with each mug of... ale?

In one particular wide hall, Collins and Gracia stood in the middle, sparring.

Gracia was fast, she wasn't used to using swords or anything like it, her main weapons and skills were being a sharp shooter.

Collins didn't use a sword and was enjoying toying with her.

Her every attack was blocked by him easily, and he grunted under one of her attacks.

Gracia stopped and jumped back, frowning at him.

"You don't have to pretend that you're struggling!" She yelled.

"Ah, calm down. I didn't want you to feel bad, your physical attacks are weak against me. Most of my skills are amplifying my physical capabilities." Collins explained, raising his hand in surrender.

Gracia turned around with a sad face, walking over to a shelf mirror by the side.

Collins smiled, walking towards her from behind.

His hands wrapped around her waist and his skin was pressed against hers. He then looked at them in the mirror and saw that Gracia's blue dragon eyes were glaring back at him.

"Calm down." His hands moved, from her waist, onto her stomach.

Her eyes returned back to normal, as she felt calmer. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of Collins' body.

She could smell his hair on her face, and his manly scent.

"What is making you so feisty nowadays?" Collins asked, whispering in her ears.

Gracia flinched, looking away.

"Come on, you can talk to me." He brought his hands back to her waist, turning her around to face him.

There was a look of unease in her eyes and she didn't want to look at him directly.

"What is it?" He held her chin gently, pulling her eyes to meet his.

She braced herself, her heart beating faster.

"I feel horrible. I'm so weak compared to everyone else in the main team. My sister is already way stronger than me, she's a prodigy when it comes to casting spells and witchery things."

She looked at her palms, squeezing them.

"I've been training all my life to be strong, what do I have to do now? I'm close to being a fourth class, why the others are already there and are even ready to go to the third class—"

Gracia was silenced by a sudden hug from Collins. She didn't know how to react to it.

"Shut up. You look ugly when you cry."

'What?' Gracia was surprising his statement, that was when she felt a tear slid down her cheek.

Her hands wrapped around his broad frame too as she hurried her face in his chest.

Collins kept quiet, he knew how it felt to be weak compared to others. It would feel as if you're going to be left behind by everyone else.

That was how he felt before Dexter rurned him into a vampire, now he can even harness the power of a God.

Just then, Gracia pulled out of the hug, looking Collins in the eyes.

Without warning, she sealed both of their lips in a passionate kiss, hugging his neck.

No one would even suspect what was happening in this free hall from the outside.

...

The vampires were outside, watching the people shoot all kinds of projectile abilities into the air excitedly, making it look like fireworks.

In a peculiar dark corner of the camp, Kila munched on an innocent man's neck, drinking his blood excitedly.

After she was done, she pulled out, looking at him in the eyes as she licked her fingers which had black claws extending from them.

"Now, go. And forget you ever met me." She said to him, wiping off the blood on his body.

She emerged from the corner, breathing a huge sigh of relief.

"You know that you're not supposed to be drinking that much."

Kila nearly shrieked as she heard a voice beside her. She turned to see Lily looking at her with a nonchalant expression.

"Wh—what are you doing here?" Kila asked, going towards the no–longer little girl.

Lily had grown to a staggering 5'7. Her rapid growth started after she became a vampire, now she was almost as tall as Kila.

"Big brother said not to drink from humans because there are blood banks now." Lily stared at her up front.

"So what? Are you going to tell him?" Kila folded her hands peeking her lips.

"Yes."

"..."

Lily giggled at Kila's dumbfounded expression and she turned around, walking away.

"Hey! Come back here! You can't just walk away like that!" She followed after Lily.

...

Later that night, beneath the cold stars, a hush fell across one of the inner bunkers. The laughter of the camp was distant here. Inside, gathered around a long obsidian table, sat Gazan, Hannah, Dian, Dexter, and Kami of the fox clan. The Egyptian, Rameses, leaned lazily on his chair, his golden spear glinting faintly in the firelight.

By the corner, Yuan and his entourage were together, feeling mysterious in the dark.

There were the new leaders of the covens sitting in front of them. Seraphina from the Phoenix fire syndicate, Eryx from shadow Song, Selene from Moonlit sirens, Callen from the Starfall siblings coven, and Orphae, from the astral dreamwravers coven.

The five of them were standing for their own reasons.

Dexter looked beside him, Hannah was looking down with a sad expression, deep in thought.

He placed an arm around her, letting out a breath.

'She mustn't know how to react. Knowing that a family member died without even knowing how is the worst.' Dexter thought, looking up.

He had lost his father at a very young age, so he could relate.

For now, the meeting at hand was of importance, because the coven leaders were among the most powerful beings on earth, for them to die, the enemy had to have an overwhelming strength.

Seraphina, the woman wearing a red cloak, was the first to speak up.

"Our leaders told us something before we came. That if they do not return, we should gather allies and grow. For the king of purgatory is coming." She explained, making them confused. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ N0velFire.ɴet

Gazan's eyes widened as he heard that name, his fingers poked a hole through the table as he heard that name.

"He... Is coming? No..." Gazan looked like he had seen a ghost.

"The dragon king is a very old existence amongst all supernatural. So he fought the Morningstar alongside other legends." Eryx commented, his face still concealed.

The man in the silver cloak walked forward, lowering his silver hood. There was a black blindfold wrapped around his eyes, and then he looked at them all and smiled.

Despite the blindfold, his presence was crushing, his very aura bending the air. He was Orphae Lys, voice of the Astral Dreamweavers.

The moment he spoke, it was like a lullaby threading through the soul as they all felt an instant calm.

"Do you know," Orphae began, "how this world was once divided?"

"How the supernatural, and the natural, couldn't interfere with each other?"

"The supernatural veil did not always exist. Once, gods, demons, and mortals walked freely upon the same soil. But the weight of their power… it cracked the balance of creation itself. Then, wars raged and many cities burned. The stars trembled at the noise of mortals mimicking the divine."

Hannah leaned forward, her draconic golden eyes narrowing. "And the veil?"

Orphae's lips curved faintly.

"That's exactly what I'm getting at. You catch on fast."

"The veil was woven by the witches, the greatest sorcerers this world has ever seen. The first Dreamweavers pulled threads from the Astral Sea itself and stitched them into a barrier that separated the mortal from the supernatural. It was not perfect… but it bought the world time."

Dexter's gaze darkened. "It doesn't exist anymore, doesn't it."

Orphae nodded slowly. "Every phase of the tiran Impact, every awakening monster… it is the tearing of stitches long frayed. The question is not if the veil will fall… but what lies waiting on the other side when it does."

Silence fell across the table. Even Rameses stopped smirking.

"We, the witches, the vampires, werewolves, sure there are supernatural creatures with intelligence. But there is a prison where witches kept all sorts of evil. And the leader of that great evil, has escaped."

The celebration outside went on, oblivious.

But inside the bunker, the weight of Orphae's story hung heavy, colder than the night itself.