Watching Xianna descend into madness and make the darkness boil, Alfred had a momentary change of heart. He wanted to turn her. Although he had lost the ability to grant an Embrace, it would not be difficult to have any vampire Embrace her, take control over her afterward, then use his progenitor blood to catalyze her into becoming his direct bloodline.
But Alfred immediately abandoned the thought. This woman's soul was already fated to belong to the Lower Planes. Looking at the darkness and evil coiling around her, Alfred keenly realized that someone had already laid claim to her soul.
Even after ascending to godhood, Alfred would not dare to easily offend that being. As for why that being had never given Xianna any power, Alfred had his own guesses.
Only souls filled with extreme sorrow and extreme rage were the favorites of those great powers of the Lower Planes. Xianna had already gone mad, and it was precisely this madness and distortion that those unfathomable powers sought in a soul.
So Alfred wisely said nothing, because he knew that if he truly did it, the loss would far outweigh the gain. None of those beings were normal—they were all fucking lunatics. No one knew how they might retaliate.
"I guarantee this city will feel pain." Since he was destined not to have her, he would make her serve the greatest possible purpose. A wily old fox like Alfred would not give up his own benefits out of softness or admiration.
"Good. Don't worry, I'll give you what you want." Xianna had already calmed down. She returned to the windowsill and sat down again. Everything returned to its former silence.
And yet Alfred, with his tens of thousands of years of life experience, did not know what to say at