Seven Sins System Chapter 512. Hazemoon's Mansion IV

Seven Sins System Chapter 512. Hazemoon's Mansion IV

Red’s smile was thin, a brittle shield that barely hid the darkness of what she’d endured over the years. “It’s not a big deal,” she said, her tone dismissive, though I could see the flicker of old memories in her eyes. She was brushing it off, as if centuries of living on scraps could be dismissed as easily as a minor inconvenience.

But I wasn’t convinced. I raised an eyebrow, pressing her a little. “And what about your ex-husband? You must’ve drawn blood from him at least once.”

Red hesitated, then came over to us, settling into the chair across from me. I noticed a shift in the twins’ demeanor as she entered, an almost imperceptible change. Penelope and Katrina, fierce and challenging a moment ago, seemed to draw back just slightly, a new kind of respect mingling with their defiance.

“Yes,” Red admitted, her gaze steady, almost defiant. “When I gave birth to them. But after that… I never took blood from anyone.” Her voice was steady, but the weight of that admission hung between us like a dark cloud. It must have been unbearable, yet she’d made that choice, as if she’d decided to bear the pain rather than betray… well, me, I suppose.

“That must have been painful,” I said, my voice softer, a trace of sympathy I hadn’t intended to show slipping out. “People’s blood and animal’s blood… they must taste worlds apart.”

A faint chuckle escaped her, dry and laced with irony. “You’re not wrong.” Her eyes gleamed with a dark amusement. “Mortals’ blood and devils’ blood… they’re in different leagues entirely. My master’s blood”—she flicked her gaze at me, her smirk growing—“it set a new standard for my taste buds. After that, mortal blood tasted like… well, like absolute shit to me.”

Her tone was casual, but the weight of her words lingered, like a confession she didn’t care to hide. Red had always been unapologetic, but this? It was something else—a raw honesty I hadn’t expected. Katrina and Penelope exchanged glances, visibly uncomfortable.

“You’re crazy about him, you know that?” Katrina muttered, her voice a blend of irritation and resignation.

Penelope crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on her mother with a mixture of disbelief and exasperation. “Forget about him. It’s been centuries, Mom. Move on.”

Red’s gaze didn’t waver. “I can’t,” she said, her voice soft but unyielding. “Never.”

The twins looked at each other, something dark and knowing passing between them. It was a silent conversation, one only they understood, but I could sense their frustration, their helplessness. They couldn’t change her mind, no matter how hard they tried, and it gnawed at them.

Katrina huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re stubborn, as always.”

Penelope sighed, shaking her head. “I don’t understand why you suddenly took Dr. Allen’s side. Why you’ve suddenly been so… nice to him, so tolerant. It’s not like you, Mom. It’s like you’re under some kind of spell.”

Katrina crossed her arms, fixing me with a sharp gaze. “But we think we know why. You’re different. Your blood… it’s not like the others, is it?” Her eyes narrowed, suspicion gleaming there. “It has to be something beyond mortal blood.”

Before I could respond, there was a flash of movement. In an instant, Penelope and Katrina had snatched the knives from the table, their movements swift. In a blink, they were at my sides, each with a knife pressed lightly but threateningly to my neck.

Katrina leaned in close, her voice low and venomous. “We brought you here so she can taste your blood. Let’s see if it’s really worth her obsession.”

I didn’t flinch, didn’t move a muscle. The cold steel pressed against my skin, sharp and deliberate, but I kept my gaze calm.

"Bold move," I said quietly, letting the corners of my lips curl into a faint smile, my gaze steady on Katrina as she leaned dangerously close, the edge of the knife cool against my neck. “But do you really think this will go the way you’re hoping?”

Katrina’s smirk faltered, her confidence shifting into something more cautious, but she held her ground. “I don’t know,” she replied, voice low, challenging. Her lips brushed close to my ear, and her tone turned into a whisper, tinged with a dark thrill. “But we won’t know until we try, right?” She let her words linger, the blade pressing just slightly, her warm breath at my neck.

“Katrina!” Red’s voice sliced through the air, commanding and cold. “Children, stop it!” She was fierce, her authority unmistakable, and for a second, both twins hesitated. But I could feel their tension, the way they were both trying to reconcile Red’s fierce loyalty to me with their own desire to protect her, to uncover whatever secrets they believed I held.

Instead of pulling back, I chuckled—a dry, mocking sound that reverberated in the quiet room. They both stared at me, confusion flickering across their faces, but I let my chuckle fade slowly, studying them with a glint of nostalgia.

“Your children…” I began, my gaze shifting to Red, memories surfacing, thick with irony. “They remind me of the first time I found you, Red. When you first woke up.” I paused, watching their curiosity grow, their brows knitting as I continued. “You were hungry, wounded… yet the first thing you did was grab a knife nearby and point it at me.”

Red’s eyes softened, a rare vulnerability surfacing. “My apologies for that, My Lord.” She inclined her head, an old habit from days gone by. “I was… a naïve teenage vampire back then.” There was a hint of regret in her tone, yet it was tempered with something warmer, something that spoke of shared battles, of memories no one else could understand.

“I know.” I held her gaze, allowing a faint smile to soften my expression. “And I suppose that’s why I allowed it.”

A sharp intake of breath from Penelope, then Katrina’s eyes widened in shock as the realization hit them both.