The Divine Hunter

Chapter 618: Death

[TL: Asuka]

[PR: Ash]

Dawo stood a distance away from the coffin, shivering uncontrollably. Even his hair and beard were swaying. Foam trickled down his lips, delight covering his face. I finally found you. My poor daughter. My little jasmine. Erin, wait for me. I’ll save you from that cold, dark coffin, and then we’ll go home.

Aiden and Coen quickly held the excited old man back. “Don’t make any sudden movements. There might be booby traps here.” They looked at the ground underneath the coffins. Two magical circles drawn with blood sat on the surface, brown because of the dried blood. A hexagram sat in the circles’ center, and chaos energy radiated around them. The witchers’ medallions were buzzing.

To their surprise, they could hear heartbeats coming from the coffins. Gaetan is still alive. There were two hearts beating. One fast, the other slow. Slower than the beat of a witcher’s heart, but every beat was strong, telling the witchers that the owner of that heart was filled with life. Coen and Aiden exchanged a look. “Dawo, we need to tell you something, but don’t get too excited. Your daughter is probably still alive.”

Dawo’s pupils dilated for a moment, but then he shook his head, smiling bitterly. “Is that a joke, witchers? I am willing to sacrifice myself to bring her back, but I know she’s already dead, unless Godefroy has the power to revive a corpse—”

The old man was cut off. The air of the quiet chamber exploded with a bang. The coffin on the left was starting to rumble, and a great surge of power burst forth from within, pushing the lid of the coffin. The lid screeched like claws were tearing through a blackboard. The coffin’s underside kept crashing against the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

“What’s going on?”

Stronger and stronger it rumbled, and the coffin was almost going to fly into the air. As the coffin rumbled, the chaos energy in the chamber started to boil, and the witchers’ medallions were buzzing so violently, they might gallop away like horses.

The witchers quickly made Signs and covered themselves in yellow barriers. They unsheathed their swords, keeping Dawo safe behind them. The lid covering the coffin was flung away, and it fell into a corner with a thud, leaving a small crater on the ground. A gaunt woman leapt out of the coffin. She sat, unmoving like a statue, and the sconces on the wall shone on her.

She was gaunt, and even through the black silk robes she was wearing, the witchers could see that she was skeletal. Her arms were covered in black-green veins. Her hair was black and short, as if it had just recently grown out of her scalp. Her face was sallow, her cheekbones tall. Her eyelashes were incredibly long, and her inky eyes were blinking fast, her gaze filled with confusion, as if she were a patient who’d woken up from a long coma. She was still adapting to the bright light of the chamber and getting to know what was going on around her.

She had an overly-aquiline nose, and her lips were all white. She wasn’t beautiful, but her skin was fair, and not a pore was seen. It glistened like pearls, radiating a charm unique to her.

“By the gods. Are my eyes deceiving me? Perhaps I’m getting too old. Did the gods finally show mercy to a lonely old fool like me?” Dawo shook his head in disbelief, refusing to move his eyes away from the woman. “My little jasmine is alive! This is a miracle! Don’t get in my way, witchers!”

Coen and Aiden stared at the vacant woman cautiously. “You think a regular woman can toss that coffin lid away? That thing weighs at least a hundred pounds. She’s absurdly powerful, don’t you think?”

“So what? I raised that girl. She’s my only family in this world. She won’t hurt me.”

He held his daughter tightly, keeping her safe from the witchers’ attack as much as he could. Erin was holding him tightly as well, but she was drinking greedily from the wound on his throat like an infant sucking on its mother. Her eyes were filled with bloodlust. Not a hint of love remained.

***

The witchers exchanged a look. Their hands shivered, but in the end, they sighed. They stopped doing anything and only observed the events unfurl. The only sound left was Erin’s drinking her father’s blood.

Before Dawo’s death, he used the last of his strength and pinned the hair clip in Erin’s hair. A smile cracked his lips, and he patted Erin. His whole life played in his mind, all the happiness and sorrow displayed like scenes of a film. “I raised a beautiful jasmine, but alas, I failed to protect you. I made you suffer for years, and you almost wilted. This is the last thing I can do for you. After I’m gone, you have to fend for yourself. Live, my little jasmine.”

A spurt of blood spilled from Dawo’s neck, drenching his face. He gazed at his daughter. She was tearing and sucking like a feral beast, but she was full of life. The disease had finally left her. “Goodbye, my little jasmine.” A tear fell down Dawo’s cheek, and his pupils dilated. His arm limped, and he drew his last breath.

***

Natanis came too late. She saw the bloody scene, and sorrow and resignation filled her face. ‘This is the fate of a higher vampire. This is the price we must pay. Dawo was a good father. Take him back to the plains and bury him there. He deserves to return to his home.”

Regis and Dettlaff sighed.

“Are all new higher vampires this merciless?”

Aiden looked at the coffin. After Erin had her fill, the other higher vampires shooed her back into it, but he could never forget what that girl did to her father.

“I told you guys that new higher vampires are only driven by their feral instincts in their first year. They’re like blank papers. They need us to engrave their new world’s rules into them. Gaetan will be the same after a month.”

Orianna didn’t feel the happiness of welcoming a new member into the community. The witchers turned their attention to the other coffin and dashed their plans of bringing Gaetan with them. They would not do it, not before he could control his lust for blood.

Roy mused over the matter and handed the Cat medallion to Aiden. “Give this to Foltest as evidence that the assassin is dead.”

Everyone nodded. Gaetan was dead, but he would start a new life soon.

***

A momentary silence fell on the burial chamber. “And now, the meat of the conversation.” Roy took a deep breath and smiled at the higher vampires. “Lead the way. It is time to have an audience with the Unseen Elder.”Please visit fr𝐞𝐞w𝒏.𝒸𝑜𝔪 website to read fastest update

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