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"That's him—the Blood Demon, also known as the Vampire," Xylara muttered. "But something about him seems strange, like something is missing."

Draco watched the scene unfold. If the boy could escape on his own, there was no need to interfere. But if he couldn't...

It was as if the boy had heard this thought, as he tripped over a small stone, causing him to fall.

"Where are you going to run to, little thief?" The chasers revealed themselves, turning out to be two slim young men. Their narrowed eyes looked venomous, like those of a viper.

One of them took out a whip to strike the young boy, only to see the stretched whip burst into pieces. A silver-haired man with a mask stood in their way.

The young boy closed his eyes, trying to ease his fear and pain, only to feel nothing.

Opening his eyes, he saw a silver-haired young man with demonic red eyes staring at him through a mask.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked softly. The boy nodded.

He found Draco's aura familiar and dependable. He didn't know why, but he trusted his instincts, so he let his guard down.

"Who are you?" the one holding the whip asked. "Young man, can you do us a favor and not interfere in this matter?"

"We are from the Viper Mercenaries," the other said arrogantly.

"Noisy," Draco said, waving his hand and flinging the two men away. They found themselves flying through the air.

"A bit of quietness," Draco added, chuckling at the young boy's amazed expression.

"What's your name?" Draco asked, extending his hand, which the boy took to stand up.

"Adrian," the young boy replied.

Draco found the boy's name familiar and began to think about where he might have heard it before.

A headache struck him, and he breathed heavily.

"No need to force yourself to think. When the time is right, you will know," Xylara's soothing voice was heard.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Adrian asked. Draco assured him that he was fine.

"Sis," the boy shouted. "Thanks for your help, Uncle. I will repay this favor."

From his hastiness, one could see how strong his attachment was to his sister.

"Why don't I take you there? It's faster than you running," Draco proposed.

Adrian's eyes flickered as he fell into thought. "Okay, Uncle."

Draco held his hand tightly, and they disappeared, leaving behind the flickering streetlight.

Navigating through buildings, Draco arrived at Adrian's house.

It was a hidden place, where the sun couldn't reach at all. Entering a room in the deepest part of the building, Draco saw a lit lamp and a bed at the edge. The room looked a bit messy.

This wasn't all—there was a young woman sleeping on the bed. When Draco saw her appearance, he thought there was another Adrian, only her hair was long, and she had budding curves.

"She's my twin sister," Adrian whispered.

"Sis, I'm back. Are you okay?" One could feel the affection in his voice; he valued his sister's life more dearly than his own.

It was as if life was nothing without her.

"No wonder," Draco heard Xylara murmur.

"No wonder what? Explain yourself," Draco asked mentally.

"He's the Vampire God. Even though he entered the cycle of reincarnation, his soul still retains his powers, but they have been transferred to the girl's body. These kinds of scenes are rare and scarce. I never thought he'd be lucky enough to be chosen," Xylara explained, her eyes never leaving Adria.

"Will this have a positive or negative impact on him?" This was Draco's main concern.

"It depends." Draco felt a headache coming on from Xylara's vague reply.

"His life is tied to hers. If she dies, he dies," Xylara giggled when she saw Draco's grim face. "Don't worry. I can arrange it so they both have vampire powers. If they fight together, their strength will increase threefold. But this will only be successful with your help."

Draco took a deep breath upon hearing her words. He had a bad feeling about this, especially from Xylara's locked gaze.

"Adria, this is the man who saved me," Adrian said.

"Big bro, did you go steal again because of me?" she asked, locking her gaze on Adrian, who avoided her eyes and started whistling.

Even though they were twins, Adria considered Adrian her elder brother.

This scene made Draco chuckle. He could see the care Adria had for Adrian—a family bond he had never experienced himself.

His gaze turned complicated.

"Thank you, Uncle. I appreciate your help in saving my brother. I hope he didn't trouble you," Adria's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Sis!" Adrian pouted, making Draco laugh.

Looking at Adria, Draco noticed her spirited eyes flickering with intelligence and eagerness. One couldn't underestimate this little girl.

"You can call me Draco," he said, removing his mask. Both Adria and Adrian gasped in surprise.

Even though Adria and Adrian were beautiful and handsome, their appearances could never compare to Draco's.

"Uncle, I never thought you were such a beauty," Adrian said, amazed.

Adria was captivated. Her face turned red, and she looked like a young maiden in love.

"I wonder how many men and women Uncle has conquered," Adrian murmured.

Draco's face twitched at Adrian's words, and even Xylara laughed, giving him a mental thumbs up.

"Where are your parents?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrows and surveying the room.

Both their eyes dimmed, and Draco could feel the sadness radiating from them.

"They are gone," they said in a somber tone.

"What do you mean?" Draco pressed, needing an explanation.

It turned out their parents had been murdered. Their mother, a mage, and their father, a swordsman, had fallen in love and given birth to the twins.

Their parents were their joy and pampered them endlessly. However, as the twins grew older, their parents needed a source of income.

Their father joined a mercenary group to provide for the family, but their expressions were never cheerful when he returned home.

One day, someone broke the news to their mother that their father had died. They were just four years old at the time.

Strangely, their mother cried for a while but soon stopped, moving cautiously and instructing them to hide in a small underground space whenever someone visited.

Since birth, they had never understood why their parents worked so hard to conceal their existence, but they knew it was for their safety.

Days passed. Whenever anyone visited, they hid in the underground space as instructed. Their mother seemed desperate to keep them hidden.

This didn't last long. One day, as they hid in the same spot, their mother's shrill voice startled them.

Curiosity got the better of them, and they silently opened the door to their hiding place. The gruesome scene before them froze them in place.

Their mother's severed head rolled toward their hiding spot, her lifeless eyes still reflecting the pain she had endured.

Any normal child of their age would have screamed, but they remembered their mother's words: never make a sound, no matter what happened to her.

They held back their tears, keeping their hearts still.

"Sir Tryson, we couldn't find it," a low male voice said.

"Search the entire house again! Find out where that bitch hid it!" the man named Tryson shouted in anger.

The children silently closed the door, committing the man's voice and name to memory.

The sounds of rummaging echoed through the house, but they stayed hidden.

For three days, they survived on the little food their mother had stored in the hiding place.

Eventually, they escaped the house and ran far away before releasing all the grief in their hearts, crying out their pain.

Draco, who heard their story, flickered with anger. His eyes and aura turned more demonic, sending shivers through the air.

"I'm sorry," Draco said, laughing bitterly at himself for envying them earlier, not knowing their lives were even worse than his.

They had lost their parents; he had lost his orphanage friends.

Draco's gaze fell on a tattered picture hanging on the wall of the room. It showed a brown-haired man in his thirties and a black-haired woman.

If they hadn't told him these were their parents, he wouldn't have believed it. There was no striking resemblance between the parents and their children.

He could also see why the twins had survived their parents' enemies until now.

"Don't worry. If you want revenge, I've got your back," Draco said, his eyes still flickering with anger.

"I have a question for you both," he said, surprising the twins. They gave him the go-ahead to speak.

"Is your sister afraid of the sun? Is that why she stays here?" Draco's words shocked them, and they eyed him suspiciously.

"Also, your sister hungers for blood. I'm sure you provide her with it," he added, locking his gaze on them.

The twins looked at him warily, making him chuckle.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Their hidden secret had been exposed. This strange condition, or illness, had baffled them ever since they escaped the massacre.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not here to harm you but to help you," Draco said with a grin.

He was merely repeating Xylara's words.

"Adrian, can you excuse us? I have something to discuss with your sister," Draco said.

Adrian glanced at his sister and Draco before Adria gave him a signal to leave and not to worry.

"Okay," Adrian said as he left the room.

"Now it's just me and you, Miss Adria," Draco chuckled.