Counterfeit Blood God

The swaying wineglass, his lips stained with blood. As that tiny crimson ghostly flame drifted closer and closer, he finished the last sip.

Crack!

The engraved crystal glass was tossed onto the floor beside him and shattered into pieces, like a small spray of starlight splashing beneath the moon.

He slowly rose from the throne, gathering vast amounts of blood between his hands. The corpses of the Vampires who had just died twitched as streams of blood rose into the air and flew toward him from every corner of the hall.

The blood formed a constantly writhing sphere before merging into King Vani's body.

At that moment, the organ music reached its climax, a string of high notes and splendid melodies drifting into everyone's minds.

Satana was the first to realize it. Her eyes widened instantly.

"The music is a spell. He's been casting it since before we entered. Now he's reclaimed the blood of all his descendants. He's become a Blood God!"

After hearing that, Hela immediately went to look for the person playing the organ. In a small room beside the hall, she found only a corpse.

The Vampire had torn out and crushed his own heart. He lay on the ground with a strange smile on his face, yet the organ keys still seemed to be pressed by invisible hands, and the dark movement continued.

Hela brought down her sword, blasting the massive wall-like organ into fragments. The rock wall behind it was blown open into a tunnel as well.

But after the dust settled, the music continued. The chilling melody climbed ever higher and faster.

The corpse on the ground seemed to be mocking her. Expressionless, Hela put away her weapon and crushed its head beneath her foot.

Like a tomato, bits of flesh flew everywhere.