Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Chapter 632: The Crazed Doctor

Nikolai turned around, and the world almost appeared to slow down, his eyes inspecting each person who entered together. The children of Shamash didn’t resemble the Ishatarian descendants much.

At least these were Nikolai’s first thoughts.

The outfits they wore clashed with the traditional garbs.

Instead of the brightly coloured, loose, soft outfits, which held their own elegance. They wore a cold, black, familiar style of military uniform, only those haunting lightning bolts missing from the shoulders.

Ten men and women walked side by side, their arms, posture and movements perfectly managed down to their blinking. He could only accept their discipline and stature, which far surpassed Ishtar’s descendants, though.

A tall man with dark blue skin led the group, folding his extra arms around his body and chest, creating a foreboding atmosphere.

However, someone in the back fluttered around, wearing a stained white robe, resembling someone Nikolai knew well. He staggered towards various Djinn, exchanged words, before being slapped or sent away.

His mottled grey hair lay over his shoulder, a pair of steamed no-rim glasses leaned on the edge of his nose, and his lifeless eyes. Pale, milky, without a sense of direction, constantly switched targets.

’He’s not a Djinn.’

Faint pricks travelled up both his arms upon watching the strange man in the white coat. Nikolai’s keen instincts warned him.

’Green veins, merky eyes... and pale, almost milky skin.’

He started mixing those thoughts when the large Djinn came forward, a bright, wide grin on his face as he stepped past Nikolai. The man sneered, uttering "Filthy Dog" in the Djinn’s common language before facing Vladik.

"My dear son-in-law, it seems you’re doing well enough to hold a banquet, and yet..." The large man glanced at the surrounding nobles and lords, his smile shaping into something wicked. "I don’t seem to remember you sending me an invite. Your Father-in-law... can I take this as you Al’Qutari severing the pact on your own volition?"

’Pact?’

Nikolai furrowed his brows before a soft hand squeezed his arm, and a petite beauty leaned on her tiptoes, whispering into his ear. "The pact between Ishtar and Shamash is the reason they only skirmish."

’Clara...?’

He’d almost forgotten she came with him... unable to track her using his normal abilities.

"Father-in-law, how could we bear to do something like that?" Vladik’s body shook visibly while his hands clenched tightly.

’Brother...’

The odour of Vladik’s blood and his faint red hue grew each second he spoke with the large Djinn. Nikolai finally noticed the difference between the two bloodlines.

With Ishtar’s descendants taking a warmer colour, red, pink, and orange.

Those with thick Shamash bloodlines carried cooler colours like blue, green, and purple.

"Hmm, then what do you mean by accepting someone, an outsider, as the groom of my niece? Is it not impolite to go behind the back of the only remaining parent you two siblings have? Is this how you see me, your father-in-law, your true feelings?!"

The large Djinn’s voice began faintly, and with each successive word, it grew exponentially louder until filling the entire room with his wronged shout.

"T-That’s not it! Listen to me, father-in-law!" Vladik’s words stumbled, though an enemy, he couldn’t denounce and throw dirt on this man.

’It’s your wife’s father... I get it.’ Nikolai nodded that his new, cheap ass brother couldn’t fight against this man, because of his silly principles. ’These kinds of thoughts... might have been mine if it were a few months ago. Let’s wake my, cute brother up.’

He took a single glance at his sister-in-law. Her lips pursed so tightly that they became pale. Stood behind her husband, avoiding looking at the huge man as if terrified.

After a long breath at Verna, Nikolai nodded.

"Pardon me."

Without waiting, he grabbed the shoulder of the huge Djinn, watching the colours emitting carefully, waiting for a purple or black.

Ironically, it was currently white.

Neutral.

The instant Nikolai touched the older male, a shock resembling electricity shot through his palm, assaulting every cell in his arm. The exposive force tore and stabbed at his flesh, identical to a wolf devouring its prey in a pack.

However, the force lacked the power to destroy his cells instantly.

’An Ancestor...’

Nikolai swallowed his initial complaint and instead rolled his neck in a circle, creating audible cracks that spread through the hall.

Only a fool could miss the dark green arcs of lightning around Nikolai’s hand. The sign of a Shamash using their Soul Force lacked the exquisite and fancy ways of Ishtar.

But one would know just by touching their opponent.

"Hey, don’t you think your attitude is out of line. Old man."

There was a gasp from the collective crowd, and fear of the Shamsh became widespread after decades of conflict. Their large bodies and fierce nature caused the gentle-natured Ishtari to recoil and settle things through conversation.

’I guess that’s where Zara’s mother comes into the picture...’ He glanced at his princess, her little gold eyes watery and fixated on him. ’Her mother refused to stand down and give these people an inch, despite the marriage.’

"Child." The blue Djinn’s deep voice rang. "One should know not to speak when his superiors are talking. Now, run along and play, like a good dog." Once again, using the common tongue of the Djinn.

Nevertheless, everyone knew Nikolai could speak this language.

The foolish man didn’t.

Nikolai blew a puff of hot air, his eyes sharpening; he’d sworn to behave, but man, was it hard for him to act like some kind of prince.

He didn’t need to use words or even explain himself.

Nikolai’s hand grabbed the old Djinn even tighter, then with an aggressive growl, his muscles suddenly rippled and with a sonic boom. His ancestor’s level aura exploded with a force relatively close to a minor tornado.

The force created a squall of wind that tore everything lacking an aura within ten metres of Nikolai into pieces. Plates, glasses, decorations, tables, and even the marble slabs the guests stood upon began to suffer.

"Listen here, Old Man," Nikolai spoke with an aggressive tone, not the well-mannered one he forced earlier, as he tugged the away from the Djinn with ease. Then, with a faintly audible voice, he threatened him. "From the beginning, I never saw you as my equal, so go back and burrow your overgrown ego into the golden sands. Djinn."

The old man’s bloodshot eyes opened wide as he grit his teeth. Nikolai’s muscles jerked as the needles of electricity jolted him dozens of times. The old man pulled and dragged himself, but couldn’t break free.

’Oh what a shame... to think the proud Shamash Djinn is losing in a physical contest.’

He curled his lips, mocking the old fart. "Oh my, a fairy?! A fairy in this place? What kind of MIRACLE~~ praise the dark god!" A strange, out-of-place voice spoke with a familiar accent and stole all of Nikolai’s attention, allowing the Djinn to break free, staggering backwards with a huff.

’Eh?’

"Get away from me, you damn freak!"

"Oh my~ the fairy’s precious saliva covered my face... hey, tell me where did you come from?! To my understanding, all fairies were crushed into paste and used for modern alchemy. So how can you exist?"

Ba-Dum

Nikolai’s chest thundered.

The voice, the skin, everything finally shifted into place.

"Nosferatu...!"

"Who cares?! Just leave me alone... Go away!"

Clara’s abilities worked wonders on monsters, but carried two weaknesses—their limited effect on humans and one other important race.

The Undead.

So when her black spores erupted due to the fright, not only did the strange scientist not pull away, but his excitement intensified after finding a genuine product.

"Oh my, is this pixie dust?! Am I inhaling the fabled pixie dues right now..." He slapped his face with a loud crack, breaking his nose, before holding a tube into the air. "Now, quickly, Miss Fairy, spread your filthy, intoxicated plumes back into the air for me! Now, now, now!"

"Get away."

Nikolai mumbled at first, his body shooting across the banquet hall, resembling a comet, his fist cocked, ready to kill the man who approached his woman.

"Get away from her, you filthy undead!"

The doctor’s eyes didn’t move; he ignored Nikolai completely, still pushing the vial towards Clara, who quivered on the spot.

He connected with the undead’s face, the blow expected to shatter and destroy the insane doctor in a single blow. But nothing happened. The doctor’s murky eyes finally snapped towards Nikolai, his pupils like tiny dots.

"You. How dare you interfere with my experiment?"

An aura erupted.

Nikolai’s pupils shrank.

Because the Aura was that of a mid-staged Ancestor.

"How uncouth."

The doctor’s skin bubbled, as if it was about to explode, when the old man shouted, causing him to pause.

"Doctor Franz! There will be chances to meet the fairy again, don’t forget our deal!"

The doctor frowned, then glanced at Nikolai. He paused and turned back towards Clara with a creepy smile deformed by Nikolai’s vicious punch from before.

"My fairy, I will be seeing you again soon."

"Like hell you will!" Nikolai reached out to grab Franz, but the doctor flapped his white coat, taking out a long gun with the nozzle shaped like a syringe.

"Dogs need to be properly cared for, be quiet, and don’t disturb the people." Franz held the strange weapon with both hands, aiming it at Nikolai’s chest. His smile grew, revealing his disgusting, yellowed teeth. "Die."

Expecting a bullet, Nikolai focused on the tip of the weapon.

Clara shook her head and rushed forward, and kicked the gun away from Nikolai.

Franz smirked.

When the muzzle swayed past Nikolai.

He decisively pulled the trigger.

Fwoosh!

A tiny needle flung from the gun at the speed of sound, Nikolai’s eyes barely saw the refraction of light as it passed beside his face.

However, the shouts that followed caused an icy chill to overwhelm his brain, freezing his momentary pride.

"Zara?!"

"Sister!!!"

"...What?"

"Did I do this?!"

In the end, Clara stood listlessly glancing at the fallen Zara, while Nikolai turned at a snail’s pace, his chest like a stake pierced through all his hearts.

The elegant banquet became a room of pure white, with only him and Zara in it.

He’d failed.

Due to overconfidence.

The stitches and various mismatched body parts indicated that Doctor Franz was one of their manufactured corpses. Would Alucard send someone without skill, without power, to another world when the Moonlight Alliance is bearing down on them?!

"...Zara."

Nikolai dropped to his knees, and the people around them shouted and made a scene, but he just held her neck and inspected the festering wound.

’I can save her.’

He smiled at the pale-faced beauty.

"It’ll be okay. I promise."

And with those words, his fangs grew longer, and he bit down on the spot where she was shot, sucking the murky, vile green fluid from the needle.