1108: An Offer From A Brother

An Offer From A Brother

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"…And what does this has to do with you not helping your father?" I asked him.

"I wanted his power for myself, as simple as that." Sangre said. "I have cut ties with him since he died back then. However, the remaining Vampire Gods always protected his soul fragments."

Sangre looked into his own hands, as he began to playfully shape his own blood.

"So I was never able to snatch them for myself and devour them. I had to patiently wait as the Vampire Gods dropped like flies one by one. It is amazing how vampires, a concept foreign to our world that father brought here, which were deemed immortal within his world, are mortal here due to the rules of [Fate] and lifespan."

Sangre began to laugh.

"It is hilarious, don't you think? We are both blessed as dragons. Although our upbringings were… quite different." Sangre said.

"Why do you call me little brother all the time?" I asked him.

"…Oh? You don't know?" Sangre asked with a smile. "Has your mommy and your daddy not told you about your big brother Sangre?"

"…What?" I asked.

"Hahahah… I guess they haven't told you!" Laughed Sangre. "I am the son of Nifl, your mother!"

"That's…"

I did heard something about that, but I never thought he was a direct son and not just an offshoot from a random ice dragon, which would make him a lower descendant.

Those that come directly from primordial dragons are usually way stronger and born with divinity straight from the eggshell.

So this guy is one… but why is he a vampire then? Was he converted?

"Nifl laid me in a tiny egg that my father stole long ago. He infected me with his nasty blood and boom! I was born." Sangre laughed. "My whole childhood was utterly monstrous. I couldn't contain myself and I don't remember how many people I massacred." He continued to laugh. "When I finally came to my senses, a few hundreds of years have passed and I was sitting over a pile of bones… What a childhood, huh?"

This guy… The more he talks, the more I want to crush him.

"You know what your mother told me when I tried to go back to her?" Asked Sangre. "She said I was a monster, and that I was no son of her."

"Eh? Mother… said that?" I asked.

"And what's better, she attacked me! Many dragons did. I wasn't even allowed to connect to the Draconic Records… the only place I could ever go back was to the hellhole of a family I had with the monstrous father I was given." Sangre sighed. "His powers controlled me. He didn't even thought of me as his son, I was his beast, his mere mount. He used me to slaughter countless people… without stopping, without stopping at all. My senses came back sometimes, other times, they simply faded away. When I was finally strong enough, I ran away from him, I hated him… I wanted to kill him and eat him. You stole that from me, Drake."

"And so? What about it, fucker?" I asked. "Are you just going to continue telling me your sobbing story? Is your entire plan revolving around attacking me, get back your father's shards and getting strong? Is that it?"

"What? Of course not." Sangre said. "You're such a close minded dragon. My plan goes beyond that!" Sangre's blood flowed across his entire body, showing countless projections.

In such projections, he showed up to the world itself, atop the Yggdrasil tree…

"My whole life has been about being a slave and hiding from those I feared. I want to be the one stomping others now. I will take this world and make it into my realm. Unlike father, I will live for as long as I want!" He laughed. "I will destroy the roots of this world and shroud it in darkness and blood! I will kill all those that rejected me and hated me…"

He showed images of dragons being destroyed, and of people being torn to shreds by his blood projectiles covering the world.

"And then, I will take over the world, the tree, and those that get in my way will only become my blood sacks." He smiled. "The tree itself won't be able to escape from me, I will rule as I please. And better than my father. He was too attached to his family… not me."

This guy… he's even worse than the Venerable.

"However… there might be an exception."

He suddenly offered me his hand.

"Come with me, brother."

"What?"

"You're like me. Think about it. You were abandoned, left to die. You were cursed, you had a hard life, you've been fighting since you hatched from your egg! And Oberon is chasing you down all this time… don't you want to fight back? Against all these injustices against you?"

"…"

"Come with me, let's become insuperable. The Dragon King and the Demon King! We'll rule together, and then, we might even go to other worlds. Eventually, the universe! What can stop us if we work together? An immortal dragon such as you, and me?" He asked. "I will even let your entire group of slaves live too, why not? Just give me those fragments… As your proof of sincerity."

"Only the fragments is enough?" I asked him.

"Yeah, that's all." He said with a smile. "Isn't it a good deal. Come on, do you actually believe you can fight and win against a Rank 10 such as me? I am being extra nice here because you're my dear little brother."

FLASH!

I quickly summoned the three red crystals, handling them to Sangre.

They floated within a bubble made of divine power, as he quickly looked at them.

"This beautiful… primordial power!" He laughed. "It can be mine now… IT'S MINE!"

He began to absorb the power, as the crystals started to unleash a bright, and divine light from within them.

FLAAAASH!

"Ahahaha… I can feel the power…! I can feel the- Ungh?! It burns!"

"Those are fakes, dumbass."

"Y-YOU…!"

BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!

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