The elders gathered in an ergency eting; the room was filled with past matriarchs, both higher and lesser beings.
The room was tense, filled with figures exuding authority and wisdom, their youthful faces betraying their true ages of over a hundred years.
Supernaturals lived far longer than mortals, with lives stretching up to 500 years- if they weren't cut short by enemies.
The powerful won gathered their faces gloomy at their children's defeat at the hands of a young girl.
Worse, they had seen the excitent in Cyra's expression as she fought- effortless, unbothered, as though the battle had been re entertainnt.
What kind of monster was she? Could she be an old woman like them, disguising herself as a young woman?
No one felt confident facing Cyra. The room hung heavy with silence as they grappled with the reality of a monster in their midst.
"Does anybody have words concerning this issue?" Maximus elder asked helplessly, but she was t with sighs and dull expressions.
They couldn't bla her for their children's injuries, nor could they confront her. It was maddening that the culprit was right on the island, and they couldn't do anything to her.
It was like dangling a piece of at in front of a hungry man and expecting it not to be eaten.
The situation was infuriating, but all they could do was sigh and hope she wouldn't lose control and harm anyone on the island.
"So...how are we handling her registration?" Everybody looked at each other, looking for a scapegoat to handle Cyra's issue; the last registration contributed to the fight today, and they didn't want to experience that for themselves.
Slowly, their gazes turned to Rachel, the vampire elder.
"I heard she was your ancestor...you are perfect for the job...you be able to pay your respect to her." The woman's words made everybody realize that Cyra was a vampire creature.
And their theory of her being an older person disguised as a young lady sounded so true in their minds.
They wondered how many years she had lived; Rachel who was finding it hard to hold back her excitent and nodded solemnly, accepting their request to handle Cyra's issue.
They left the room to go back to their respective hos, wondering how to boost their clans' confidence after watching the one-sided defeat of their Matriarchs.
Rachel's lips curved into a smile as she checked her reflection. Her silky black hair fell elegantly to one side, framing her pale, youthful face.
At 509 years old, she showed no signs of age. Vampires were an exception to the rule and could live for eternity, only to die by putting themself to rest or their hearts being crushed by their enemies.
She flashed to the building, taking deep breaths and patting her hair in place, she entered.
Asking for Cyra's room, she reached the door and knocked softly.
"Co in."
She pushed the door open in ti to see her wearing her shorts and with her hair wrapped in a towel. Her face was flushed, emitting cold air.
Cyra looked up; Rachel t her grey eyes and felt her blood tremble in joy; this was their vampire queen; she bowed in such a respectful posture, and her eyes were filled with reverence as if Cyra was covered in golden light.
Cyra looked at the woman's behaviour and sighed internally; it was her people, she hated that vampire that turned her into this, but she was grateful for the power and immortality that ca with it.
Now she saw a fellow vampire; she couldn't hate or like them that much. She took on a lukewarm attitude towards them.
"Speak,'' Cyra said flatly, her grey eyes narrowing. ''Why are you here?"
The woman looked up and respectfully stated her business, not wanting to anger Her Majesty.
"Ancestor, it's about the issue of registering yourself in the supernatural server." Cyra was silent at her words; after a minute, she asked.
"Would I have access to enter here any ti I choose?" She was not as resistant as before; she had found the perfect solution to her pent-up battle lust that ca from her cursed origin.
"Yes, you'll gain access to the space location to enter the island." Rachel was elated that she wanted to register; no matter the reason for Cyra's change of thought, it didn't matter.
Their queen, who grants them the power and the ability to live under the sun, was in existence and not a thing of the ancient scroll.
Her slow-beating heart beat a little faster at the thought of being close to the queen. Her hologram screen filled with the written docunt appeared, and she filled in Cyra's details and found out she lived on Desire Island.
Her mind captured the location and asked for Cyra's signature to conclude the signing. Rachel selectively ignored the order of signs not to attack people; she only needed her queen's location and nothing else.
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