The creature’s desperate pleas echoed throughout the underground space endlessly.
"Please..."
Its distorted body trembled violently beneath the countless blood tentacles restraining it while unstable blood mana leaked continuously from every crack spreading across its form.
"Please stop..."
Its earlier confidence had vanished completely now.
No more taunting.
No more mocking laughter.
Only fear.
Pure fear.
Because Cain had done what the creature never expected.
He did not destroy it.
He did not rely torture it.
He severed its influence.
Its connection to the three sisters.
Its hidden emotional pathways buried deep within the blood pact.
Everything it painstakingly built inside the synchronization between Cain and the three won—
Was disappearing.
And now—
It panicked.
The underground world remained drowned in crimson light while Cain stood silently before the broken creature. The blood currents surrounding them pulsed slowly now like the heartbeat of so monstrous existence slumbering beneath reality itself.
Cain stared at the creature quietly.
Then slowly—
His expression beca colder.
Because even now—
Even after everything—
Questions remained unanswered.
Far too many questions.
The creature clearly knew him.
It recognized Overgod authority imdiately.
It understood blood pact synchronization beyond ordinary comprehension.
It feared sothing ancient.
And most importantly—
It still refused to explain properly.
Cain exhaled softly.
Then—
He raised one hand again.
The creature imdiately froze.
Its distorted face filled with terror.
"...N...no..."
Cain ignored the plea completely.
The blood currents beneath the underground suddenly changed direction.
Not violently.
Smoothly.
Like flowing rivers obeying an absolute ruler.
Then the blood tentacles surrounding the creature began transforming.
Their surfaces split apart slowly as countless tiny crimson runes erged one after another across every tentacle restraining it.
Ancient runes.
Old.
Terrifyingly old.
The instant the creature saw them—
It scread.
Not from pain yet.
Recognition.
Pure recognition.
"No!!"
Its distorted body imdiately struggled violently against the restraints.
"NOT THAT!"
Cain’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
So it recognized this spell too.
That only made Cain more certain.
The creature knew the upper realms.
Knew ancient blood authority.
Knew Overgod techniques.
And now—
Cain intended to tear every hidden secret from its existence personally.
The crimson runes activated instantly afterward.
The underground space darkened imdiately.
Then—
The creature scread.
Not loudly at first.
Just a sharp gasp.
Then suddenly—
Its entire body convulsed violently beneath the restraints.
The blood runes began moving.
Not across the tentacles.
Across the creature itself.
Like living parasites.
They crawled slowly throughout its unstable body, entering directly into its consciousness layer while flooding it with ancient blood authority far older and crueler than ordinary torture.
The creature’s scream exploded instantly afterward.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"
The underground world shook violently.
Because this pain—
Was different.
Not physical.
Not emotional.
Existential.
The blood runes forced open hidden layers of mory one by one while simultaneously amplifying sensation endlessly.
The creature convulsed violently beneath the assault.
Its distorted body cracked apart repeatedly while blood foam burst continuously from its mouth.
Cain watched calmly.
The creature scread again.
Longer this ti.
Desperate.
Broken.
The blood runes continued crawling deeper into its existence relentlessly.
Every hidden emotional layer.
Every concealed mory.
Every buried fragnt of consciousness.
Nothing escaped.
The creature’s screams beca increasingly horrifying.
Because now—
It was not rely reliving mories.
It was being forced to experience them from every perspective simultaneously.
Fear.
Pain.
Terror.
Loneliness.
Despair.
Everything multiplied endlessly.
The creature tried resisting desperately.
The runes crushed the resistance imdiately.
Its distorted body slamd repeatedly against the underground walls while the blood tentacles held it firmly in place.
The underground space itself began distorting under the intensity of the spell.
Fragnts of ancient mories burst outward uncontrollably around them.
Ancient blood cities.
Ruined crimson skies.
Massive temples drowned beneath oceans of blood.
Screaming figures kneeling endlessly before sothing enormous hidden in darkness.
Then—
Again—
That eye.
That gigantic blood eye opening slowly.
The creature scread louder instantly afterward.
The mories shattered apart imdiately as it tried destroying them again.
But this ti—
The blood runes stopped it.
Cain’s eyes sharpened imdiately.
Because now the spell had anchored directly into the creature’s consciousness.
It could no longer erase mories fast enough.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
The creature scread again.
"PLEASE!!"
Blood foam sprayed everywhere.
Its distorted face twisted violently under the unbearable assault while the runes continued digging deeper and deeper into its hidden mories.
Cain stepped closer slowly.
The creature imdiately trembled harder.
Because now—
Its secrets were failing.
The spell was too invasive.
Too ancient.
Too cruel.
And the more the blood runes penetrated deeper—
The more unstable the creature beca.
The underground space flickered repeatedly as fragnted mories erupted around them uncontrollably now.
A throne.
Ancient crimson chains.
An enormous sleeping presence beneath a blood ocean.
Whispers.
So many whispers.
Then—
A na almost surfaced.
The creature scread violently before the mory collapsed again.
Cain narrowed his eyes.
So close.
The blood runes intensified further.
The creature shrieked endlessly now.
Its distorted body had almost lost shape entirely beneath the spell while the underground world shook continuously from the overwhelming emotional backlash.
Then suddenly—
Cain noticed sothing.
Very faint.
Almost invisible.
A tiny strand of energy hidden deep within the creature’s consciousness.
Not blood mana.
Not emotional energy.
Sothing else.
Sothing extrely familiar.
Cain imdiately focused harder.
The blood runes slowed slightly as his attention sharpened completely.
The tiny strand flickered weakly inside the creature’s collapsing mories.
Ancient.
Cold.
And horrifyingly recognizable.
Cain froze.
Because he knew this feeling.
He had felt it before.
Long ago.
Far above this lower realm.
Back when he still ruled openly as a Vampire Overgod in the upper realms.
Back before everything collapsed.
Back before betrayal.
The underground world suddenly beca silent.
Even the creature’s screams weakened briefly beneath Cain’s sudden stillness.
Cain stared directly at the tiny flickering strand hidden deep within the creature’s consciousness.
And slowly—
Very slowly—
His eyes darkened completely.
Because what he found—
Was a wisp of sothing terrifyingly familiar from the upper realm.
Cain’s gaze remained fixed on the faint strand hidden deep within the creature’s collapsing consciousness.
The underground world around him still trembled violently from the ongoing torture. Blood tentacles continued restraining the creature while the ancient crimson runes crawled rcilessly through every layer of its existence.
The creature still scread.
Still convulsed.
Still begged weakly for rcy between choking bursts of blood foam.
Yet Cain no longer paid attention to the agony.
Because his focus had shifted entirely.
That strand—
That tiny flicker hidden beneath everything—
Was familiar.
Too familiar.
And the instant Cain recognized the feeling behind it, sothing inside him beca alert.
Not cautious.
Dangerously alert.
The sa way a predator reacted after sensing another ancient predator nearby.
Cain narrowed his eyes slowly.
"...Impossible..."
The faint strand flickered weakly again within the creature’s consciousness.
Ancient.
Cold.
Heavy.
It carried traces of blood authority far beyond what should exist in this lower realm.
And not just any blood authority.
Upper realm authority.
The creature noticed Cain’s silence imdiately.
Its distorted body trembled weakly beneath the restraints while blood foam continued dripping from its mouth endlessly.
"...P...please..."
Cain ignored the plea completely.
Instead—
His blood mana surged harder.
The underground space exploded violently with crimson light as the ancient runes intensifed imdiately.
The creature scread again.
Louder than before.
Because Cain no longer cared about restraint.
He wanted answers.
Now.
The blood tentacles pierced deeper into the creature’s consciousness layer while the runes forced hidden mories open one after another violently.
Boom.
The underground walls cracked further.
Boom.
Blood currents erupted wildly throughout the sealed space.
Boom.
The creature’s distorted body began collapsing repeatedly beneath the increased pressure.
And still—
Cain pushed harder.
"Answer ."
The creature convulsed violently.
"...I... can’t..."
Boom.
Another mory layer shattered open.
The creature shrieked.
Cain’s eyes remained fixed on the hidden strand.
Because the more he sensed it—
The more certain he beca.
This was not accidental.
Soone from the upper realm had touched this creature.
Soone ancient.
Soone connected to blood authority.
The blood runes intensified further.
The creature’s consciousness ruptured repeatedly beneath the assault as countless fragnted mories exploded around them uncontrollably.
Ancient ruins.
Dark crimson skies.
Whispers.
Blood rituals.
A massive throne hidden beneath endless oceans of blood.
Then—
For the briefest mont—
Cain saw a silhouette.
Tall.
Ancient.
Wrapped in crimson robes.
Only a glimpse.
But enough.
The creature suddenly scread louder than ever before.
"STOP!!"
Its mories began collapsing violently again.
Destroying themselves desperately.
Cain’s expression darkened imdiately.
"You’re hiding him."
The creature convulsed weakly.
"...No..."
Boom.
The blood runes surged deeper instantly.
This ti the torture changed entirely.
The runes no longer rely amplified pain.
They began forcibly separating mories one by one from the creature’s consciousness itself, dragging hidden fragnts outward against its will.
The creature shrieked endlessly.
Blood exploded from its distorted body continuously while the underground world trembled violently beneath the overwhelming pressure.
Cain stepped closer slowly.
His eyes had beco frighteningly cold now.
"Who touched you?"
The creature scread again.
"...PLEASE..."
"Who."
Another violent surge erupted from the blood runes.
The creature’s distorted body began disintegrating visibly now.
Its existence itself was failing beneath the overwhelming torture.
Yet Cain continued.
Because the hidden strand remained.
And the closer Cain got to it—
The more furious he beca.
Not fear.
Not caution.
Fury.
Because now old mories were resurfacing inside him too.
The upper realm.
The blood palaces.
The endless wars.
The ancient Overgods.
And among them—
One existence in particular.
An old monster deeply obsessed with blood synchronization, emotional manipulation, and eternal attachnt.
An existence Cain absolutely despised.
"No..."
Cain’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
The blood runes exploded deeper into the creature’s consciousness.
The creature scread until its voice broke apart completely.
Fragnts of mories burst outward again.
And this ti—
Cain finally saw more.
A throne.
An enormous crimson chamber.
A figure kneeling.
The creature itself.
Then—
A voice.
Ancient.
Cold.
Laughing softly.
The mory flickered violently afterward.
But Cain had already heard enough.
His expression changed instantly.
Not rage.
Not shock.
Sothing colder.
Much colder.
The creature noticed imdiately.
And panicked harder.
Because now—
Cain understood.
"No..."
The creature shook violently beneath the restraints.
"...please..."
Cain ignored it entirely.
The blood runes intensified one final ti.
The underground world shook violently as overwhelming Overgod blood authority flooded directly into the creature’s collapsing consciousness.
The creature scread one last horrifying scream.
Its distorted body cracked apart completely.
The hidden mories exploded outward uncontrollably.
The ancient strand flickered violently.
Then—
Everything collapsed.
The creature’s existence shattered apart entirely beneath the unbearable pressure.
Its distorted form dissolved instantly into scattered blood mist.
The underground space suddenly beca silent.
Completely silent.
The blood tentacles froze.
The runes faded slowly.
And the creature—
Died.
Truly died this ti.
No regeneration.
No restoration.
Nothing remained.
Only drifting blood mist floating through the underground darkness.
Cain stood motionless.
Very still.
The underground blood currents slowed gradually around him while fragnts of the final mories lingered faintly inside his mind.
That voice.
That presence.
That strand of authority.
Cain’s expression darkened completely.
Because now he recognized it fully.
And the realization alone made his blood boil.
After several long monts—
Cain finally spoke.
Quietly.
Dangerously quietly.
"...That old bastard?"
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