The innermost building on the VIP floor is a suburban private hospital. The corridor between the rooms is lined with the bodies of officers and nurses. The body is proportional, stepping over the last soulless body from which he has just taken blood to strengthen his power.

 

Dozens of unfortunate people are a good source of energy that makes Faratu in Jett's body even stronger, to the point of stealing Jett's memories. He is satisfied with the liquid he pumped into his body.

 

"Ah, ug"

 

However, the fat male nurse's body, which should be stable, turned over and lay on his back, looking at the ceiling. Faratu stopped walking out of the necessary dining room. Back to the person who moved back and forth, the well-proportioned body, thick hands, pulled the body that was not soulless, leaving sharp fangs buried in the thick skin. 

 

The fat layer sucking the blood until the last drop, until the big body was still again. He lifted the end of his shirt to wipe his bloody lips. Move the shirt straight to check the neatness. Turn the neck that had begun to tighten until it was loud, like crushing a plastic bag, before heading to where the body owner called the House.

 

Because in the body of Jett, who is like the hunters' leader, no one doubts the arrival. But who knows that under the familiar body is not the spirit of the leader of the Hunter. Faratu found the reason for the hunters' group. The killing was done out of a grudge against vampires. It was even bigger when he knew that these dirty humans chased hundreds of their species.

 

"Oh, where has Jett been missing all day?"

".."

 

"Caster can create the weapon you want."

"Are you okay?"

 

Paul raised his hand and flicked through Hunter's leader's face. The other party refused to answer; they had just stood still since arriving. The unusual situation made the older twins frown, as they were confused about what was happening.

 

"Will...."

"Ugh!!!"

Faradu doesn't care about anyone. He threw the older twins to the ground until Paul couldn't get up and fight back. Caster in the laboratory saw the incident. I don't know why Jett was so rampant. Hurry to contact Elise. As for himself, who was not skilled in fighting, he pulled the trigger of the gun to prepare to intercept the person in front of him, who didn't seem to be his leader.

 

Faratu, in Jett's body, approached Caster straight away. The slender fingertips pressed the latch to send a silver bullet to the face, Poking the tip of Jett's hair until it blows up, but the mind that dominates the body is not afraid. He reached for a small firearm and twisted it until Caster's hand was deformed.

 

The weapon fell to the ground before throwing the body of the younger twin against the bulletproof glass until it cracked because of the force that was not spared.

 

"Caster!"

".. ..."

 

"Jett?"

"Is that you?"

 

"Probably right?"

 

Elise opened her eyes. The girl didn't even blink her eyes, but Jett's body returned in front of her. Thick hands lifted her body off the ground. The toes of her feet struggled with two hands, trying to pull the hands that were as tight as steel. Faratu did not wait for Elise to suffer for long. He inhaled the fragrance from the girl's skin. It moved the hand around the throat to loosen it a little, opening the gap for the sharp fangs that emerged from the lips to bleed, restoring the lost energy back to the same.

 

"Ugh!"

"Jett"

 

The little boy with pitch-black eyes stopped the tall glass in his hand. Jett let go of it from his lips. Slender eyebrows furrowed his face, tilted up. In his mind, he thought that he had just heard Elise call. Jett tried to look for the sound of someone calling his name. Clear eyes swept around Father Dragul's bedroom.

 

"Jett"

"Yes, father."

 

"Drink it"

"Drink it, baby, it will end the ceremony."

 

"Ja Jett"

"Why did you call me, Elise?"

 

He separated his fangs from his throat in a hoarse voice, even though it was Jett's. But Elise knew immediately that it was definitely not Jett. The girl assessed herself and said she couldn't stand it. The pink eyelids from the makeup closed tightly, accepting fate.

 

Pug!!!

 

"!!!"

 

In the basement of the entertainment venue, there is no way that any bird can fly through to this place. But a big black crow flew down and flew into the already cracked glass, forming a long line near the edge of the cement before slowly collapsing and crashing loudly into the concrete floor in the basement room.

 

I'm confused!!!!!

 

Faratu moved his attention from Elise, who was unconscious. He let the girl fall to the ground like throwing garbage. The only thing that caught his attention now was a flock of dozens of black crows that soared outside the door and flew into the room. Faratu raised his hand to poke at Pokpong's body from the slender mouth that pecked at its body before the group of dozens of crows merged into the body of a young man in a black dress.

 

The visitor is more than just the man standing before him. In just a fraction of a second, the powerful user's body appears before him, along with the attendants, with a discreet face he knows well.

 

The Sacred brother of the Jonoèl family.

 

"Pussy"

"Long time no see"

 

"My brother"

"Faratu"

Ciar came back with bad news that almost caused Pann to collapse. The black crow followed until he found out where Jett hid the body of the pastor of the orphanage, but everything was too slow. The condition of the hospital corridor made him almost vomit—dozens of bodies lined up in a mess on the floor of the room. Everybody was frozen, their eyes wide and their throats bared, their sharp fang marks visible.

 

Although he is indifferent to death and disgusted with dirty humans, there is no denying that Ciar can't accept what the enemy of birth made him step over. Through the empty soul to the end of the corridor, the smell of blood hits the nose, and the room opens the door wide. Guess by intuition that this place will allow Jett to hide the benefactor's body, whom he never knew, under the tall body, the kind posture contains the brutal mind of Jonoèl, the younger brother who rebelled until he was expelled from Green Moore.

 

Ciar stopped beside the bed in a spacious room. On the clean mattress, a thin body appeared, leaving only skin covered in bones, so it was almost impossible to see what the other person looked like when he was alive. He explored Faratu's soulless body. Slender eyebrows furrowed together. Feeling confused in his heart, he wondered if it was possible that if it left the body like this, how could dozens of corpses outside happen?

 

".."

"Or is it?"

 

The black crow didn't let himself guess for a long time. Ciar broke down into dozens of black crows before soaring out the door through the corridor with dozens of corpses lined up to a destination far away on the other side of the capital to report the news that made them all move quickly with speed and power, not even the doctor, who had reduced and stopped travelling by vehicle temporarily.

 

Except for the little human who was told to join, even though the king of Jonoèl had instructed him, out of concern. But Pann did not give up. Stubbornness led him to take a car from the Jonoèl Hotel with Ciar's crow accompanying him.

 

"Long time no see"

"My brother"

 

"Faratu"

"Do you remember your brother's name?"

There was no fear evident in the brothers' eyes. Faratu used the power of speed to get close to Ramil, who stood still, not moving. Thin lips smirked, tilted his neck, exploring the face of his separated brother.

 

"Long time no see"

"Are you still..."

 

"Looks like the same outside the box as before"

 

"Huh," Ramil said, turning his head to dodge. The tall body laughed at his younger brother's posture. It seems that Faratu has been sleeping for a long time until he forgets who is out of the box.

 

..."

"Is that an outsider you?"

 

"!!!"

 

Ramil did not delay the other person's delirium for long. Red eyes, thick palms held the body's neck. Throwing the other person through the broken glass and hitting the innermost wall of the laboratory before he used the power of speed to move as if disappearing close to another body, ready to collide with the soles of his feet on the chest until Faratu, in the human body, burst out red blood.

 

While outside, Methus rushed to take Elise out to the safe area. The only girl looked worse than the twins, Paul and Caster, who managed to pull themselves out of the basement without help. Ciar waited to see the situation below. Another person has already calculated that Ramil looks like he can't stand it. Will join the clash on time, regardless of whether it's 2 groups or 1. There are no fixed rules in this situation anyway.

 

Two Solay bloodlines help restore the bodies of the three Hunters atop the entertainment venue. Fortunately, the twins have no symptoms to worry about. The treatment focuses on Elise, who is still short of breath.

 

"Elise!"

"Pann defends?"

"What happened? Where is Mr Ramil?"

 

The crow of the DR did not report that, in addition to Pann, the Pokpong was also attached. It became a concern that warrants attention.

 

Pann brought only one older brother. Now I have to share it with my younger brother, who looks stunned by the incident until he cannot keep his face in panic.

 

"Your master is below, Ta..."

"Pann, don't go, Pann!"

 

"P'Pann!"

"You're not going with me, I'll go by myself."

 

Pann didn't listen to the order from the twin Hunters and Methus. Pann, running down the stairs to the basement, not thinking about his life with Paul, Caster and the eldest Solay, followed one after another.

 

Mekhin is equally worried. But can't leave Elise, who hasn't fought well. He reached out to Pokpong when he saw another person preparing to follow him. Dr Solay shook his head, then asked the other person to stay here to take care of Elise as a friend.

 

"Ta, but I"

"If you go down, it will be more dangerous than before."

 

"Stay here and help me."

 

Pokpong nodded even though he was worried about his brother. But as the doctor said, if he went down, he wouldn't be able to help much. Risking being a burden for others to take care of.

 

The small body fell to his knees and sat down, looking around, being careful that nothing strange would come out of nowhere.

 

"Ah, weapon"

"Ms Elise?"

 

"Jett just knows where to hide the weapon"

"What weapon, Ms Elise?"

 

"The weapon that will.... Just make it."

"...

"Ra Ramil can't use the power to understand the mind."

 

Elise was taken to wait in the car outside. Although his condition was improving and he was conscious thanks to his recovery, Mekhin could not risk joining a small-scale war in the basement. Confident that Elise was in a safe place, the two rescuers rushed to the room under the entertainment venue.

 

No one dares to break the arena of the Jonoèl bloodline that is clashing fiercely in the laboratory. Ramil is still there because of the strength that is stronger than the tall body, dodging all of Faratu's postures and taking them back, not letting the other person rest.

 

The outside of the laboratory is full of immortal races and humans watching the battle, no different from watching an action scene from a good movie. But Pann's cold mind will bring his body in the way many times until the twins have to lock their arms on each side.

 

"Anyway, that vampire won."

"If you go in, it's empty, Pann."

 

"What about Jett?"

"Jett is still in that body, right?"

 

"Still here"

 

Methus was the One who answered the question. The Solay bloodline responded with a confident look, having secretly observed the way of fighting from the beginning. There were times when Faratu acted as if he were communicating with someone who was violating his control. The ritual of possessing the body would not work one hundred per cent as it was intended. So if Ramil killed Faratu in Jett's body, it's equivalent to praying to send Jett's soul at the same time.

 

"And like this, if Ramil kills Faratu, Jett will be fine?"

"That's why you didn't kill it somewhere."

 

Methus realised that his creator saved his hands, as if playing with a child. Ramil would be looking for a way to get rid of the mind that controlled Jett without affecting the real owner of the body, who was fighting inside. But the king of Jonoèl probably underestimated the value of Faratu, who was too low. The body was as high as the hand until he made a mistake. Fell, slid to the floor, and hit the basement wall.

The light bulb in the middle of the ceiling swayed and fell until its arms were strong enough. He had to raise his hand to protect Pokpong from sharp fragments. Ramil left the defensive rhythm for a moment. Still, it was enough for Faradu to possess both the body and the memory of Jett to know that in this laboratory, there were weapons that the twins were inventing to await the experimental day.

 

A weapon that was created according to Pann’s story about the power to go into play with the mind, turn good into bad, the power that makes Ramil Solay Jonoèl bigger than him.

 

Faratu used it when he accidentally opened the black velvet box in the caster's working area. He unlatched it with his fingertips attached to the automatic button—the lid of the square box unlocked before the owner's body opened it.

 

The slender black jewellery is a long chain that forms a circle around the head, in the middle decorated with a pitch-black gemstone, made from a mineral that has power over intuition. It has never been proven. Because the only person who has mastered this problem's power has never seen it before, Faratu wears it on his head. The body is proportionate to turn around and ready to absorb the impact of people moving at speed. But this round is not that easy.

 

Ramil calculates the right time to use the power of insight with Faratu, the king of Jonoèl, which means getting close to himself. This time, he will run around in another mind to find a way to make Jett give up on the fight, so that Ramil himself can feel that the owner of the body is not sleeping.

 

"Wait a minute, Caster."

"It's gone, Radklao!?"

 

[Radklao is the headpiece that Faratu wears]

 

"It is..."

 

Prib!!!

 

However, the red eyes reflected the jewels on the forehead of the body in front of the body in front of him. The power was like a giant sea wave that hit the body until the tall body floated from the innermost floor of the laboratory and collided with Mekhin, who walked down to the rhythm. Immediately, "Ugh!"

 

"Oh!!"

 

The birth and the little Solay bloodline were supported to get up. Fortunately, it was not a big deal. The red eyes of the immortal races could not hide the pity from the black jewellery on Faratu's head in Jett's body. The inventor of it briefly summarised.

 

"That gemstone is made of minerals that have the power to reflect the power of the mind."

 

"I've never tried it, but it seems to work."

 

Faratu's body power, who doesn't know where it comes from, so he doesn't have time to think. DR relies on the rhythm of breaking the body like a flying crow to destroy the focal point. The same goes for Pann, who used the chaos to reach the body of his best friend, intending to stick the dagger that he pulled out of the caster's weapon bag in the middle of the left chest.

 

The owner of the light brown eyes was taken away from the person who was only the tip of his nose. He was not afraid of the weapon in his hand. The more the other person moved away, the more he smiled secretly. 

 

Pann swallowed sticky saliva down his throat. For a second, it lasted more than a minute. Sweaty hands that held the sharp dagger, he didn't even dare to lift it, repeatedly, when a familiar voice came out of the body of a friend.

 

"Pann"

"Will Jett?"

 

"It's me"

 

Plug!!

 

"Be sober, Pann. That's not Jett!"

 

The sound of the twin Hunters echoed through the body of Vinna, as the older brother, whom the king of Jonoèl had hugged in time, was taken. The owner of the thin body in his arms was not brave enough to stick the knife edge into the body of his friend. Pann lost his posture to Faratu, who pretended to deceive.

 

But the black crow of the Solay bloodline did not let it wait for long. Dozens of crows soared into a body that was proud of successfully fooling the child. Faratu was slightly shocked but still returned. The owner of the body picked up a piece of glass embroidered with its sharp embroidery on the body of the unlucky crow. Moomin, Ciar's companion, broke down in mid-air, leaving only the hair that fell off as a different face of The master.

 

Ciar gathers his body back as before. The leader of the black crows can't control his anger over the loss of his best friend. The tall body is close to Faratu's fists. The face of the owner of the body turns to the impact force before using a good rhythm. Ramil breathes. Move the body with the power of speed stacked on the back. Send the whole body to the other person until the black crow collapses to the ground.

 

"Ciar!"

 

Pann shook himself out of the shield named Ramil. The thin body ran in the way. Light brown eyes without fear reflected, a sweet face, sweaty, beautiful hands, trembled until they held the end of their shirt tightly.

 

"Jett"

"...."

 

"Jett, did you hear me?"

"Again! Cha... Help"

 

"Jett!!"

 

The posture of the body in front of the body is strange. Two hands raised to hold his head. Bow your head down to look at the ground, the sound that made Pann rush to support the person who was about to fall. He supported the body of his best friend, who was still in his arms. He bowed his head and refused to look up. The body trembled until it was silenced in the basement, which had once been a small battlefield.

 

"Jett?"

"Huh"

 

"Haha

 

Pann made a mistake again. He moved his hand up to hold the white neck. Two small hands tried to keep him out of the bondage. Ramil did not let his lover suffer even for a fraction of a second. The speed and power enabled him to arrive in time, but he was slower than Faratu. He threw Pann’s body against the group of people behind him until he fell before turning to deal with Ramil, who was angry until his face was bleeding.

 

Elder Jonoèl is no longer sober, and that's what Faratu wants. If Ramil is unconscious, the hidden power of the magic gem on his forehead may be more powerful.

 

"Don't touch my people."

"Is that so?"

 

"But I already touched it."

 

Ramil can't distinguish his emotions, no matter how hard he tries to stabilise them. The more he sees it, the more the fire within his body erupts, making him the king of all vampires.

 

Punch down as soon as the last sentence ended. The face repeated "blood" and laughed loudly, as if it were a joke. The flame blocked the sound of a heavy punch, multiplying the resentment without caring who forbade it. Breathing is frequent, not inseparable from managing the younger brother.

 

"Mr Ramil!!!"

"Sir, please!"

 

"!!!"

 

"Mr Ramil, stop!"

"Haha"

 

It's like someone turned on the dark light switch. His arm was scrubbed with Methus's body. While Pann hugged his waist, pulling the unconscious body to stop the stiff fist that hit the face of the Solay bloodline that he gave birth to. It's not Pharaoh, as he thought.

 

"Why?"

"..."

 

"Ciar, I..."

 

Ciar is in an almost invisible state. Mekhin quickly supported the other person out of the battle radius. The group's nursing team would not lose even if it were nearly exhausted. The doctor used his strength until his body turned pale, but he had no way to stop the black crow from happening.

 

Meanwhile, Ramil was still confused as to why he saw Ciar as a faratu, the body of the younger brother, moving to sit on the desk in the middle of the laboratory. It swayed its toes back and forth to send laughter.

 

"So why?"

"Caster, what power does that gem have?"

 

"It can reflect the power of insight."

".."

 

"It means that if Ramil uses the power of mental insight on it, it will reflect. Go back to understand Ramil's mind instead."

 

"How did you invent it, Caster?"

 

The older twin praised the younger one for not looking at the situation until the caster had to stick their elbow into the stomach of the person who didn't know what to say to shut up.

 

"Then the only way you can do now is to destroy that radklao."

 

"Young..."

"Have you finished the meeting yet?"

 

"!!!!"

"So I can start for once"

 

Faratu appeared in the middle of the circle in time for anyone to set up. It swept the Hunter, and the vampires scattered the group. The power that has more might be because it can control Jett's mind almost 100 per cent.

 

The long arms flicked against the tall body of the older brother, splashing out of Pann before the thick hand gathered Pann’s neck. It moved at speed. No matter how much the mystical human will suffer from the use of power. The well-proportioned body stopped at the back. The other hand grabbed the small body's neck. Now the two brothers are in Faratu's clutches.

 

"Pann!"

"Pokpong!!"

 

"Huh?

"If you have a grudge against me, go down to me, Faratu."

 

"You're not interesting anymore, Ramil."

"But if you want to help both of them"

 

"Take the throne in exchange. Give them to me." 

 

Hands clenched tightly. The two brothers squirmed as if they were heartbroken in the clutches of death, their toes squirming, floating above the ground.

 

"Why don't you accept the fact that you are not suitable for once?"

"What's not suitable for you, asshole?"

 

"You!"

"If I have all four powers now, is there anything I lack? Methus?"

 

"Pussy"

"I agree"

 

"Let go of those two children."

 

Ramil collapsed to the ground. The vampire bloodline found itself in a difficult situation, unable to bear what was in front of them. Methus wanted to pull the master's body to stand. But when he saw the other person bow his head, signalling something from the corner of his eye, the eldest Solay surrendered to any plan and collapsed to his knees. The floor bowed its head at the master's command.

 

Faratu, I'm louder than before. He slowly moves closer to the elder. Let go of his hand from his neck, but still do not let him get out of the bondage. His face was stained with a smile on his cheeks, standing straight, facing the stairs, about to mock his beloved brother.

 

However, the tall shadow that passed over the body from behind was happy with Mahrosop. The big set stopped firmly. Slowly loosening his hands before turning his head to look at the cause that made Ramil smile.

 

"Why is my darling acting like this?"

 

Panng!!

 

At the end of the trigger, Pann escaped from the bondage and returned to the embrace of the person who knelt on the ground. Ramil hugged another body and took him to hide in a safe area like other vampires—Hunter twins and Pokpong with Methus to help again.

 

A silver bullet almost hit Jett's face, burning a hundred on his cheeks, and he moved backwards. Defending the coming of the man they called "Mr Van", the patron of the orphanage, supported dozens of children under the supervision of Father Dragul.

 

The tall body stepped steadily without fear of any power. The shotgun was almost as long as an arm, aimed at the cause that made Mr Van give up his hobby. Because of the phone call from the person he considered another daughter like Elise, the trembling voice recounted the incident from beginning to end. The hand that used to hold the brush flicked on the large canvas frame, turned into a shotgun loaded with silver bullets, and appeared at the entertainment venue in a few minutes.

 

Panng!!!

 

The small arena was recreated in a laboratory, with almost no remains. Many lives are watching from the outside, ready to take action if it were to happen.

 

What's up? Except for the unlucky Ciar, who is not very good at it. Ramil, from his middle bloodline, whom Dr Mekhin is restoring, came back to stand on top of Pann, whose face is not very good now.

 

"Mr Ramil"

"Can you help Jett?"

 

"Help him out, I don't want him to die."

 

Ramil can't think of this situation. The best choice is to get rid of Faratu in Jett's body and accept the fate that Jett has to leave with a soulless body. He doesn't want to promise the owner of the light-brown eyes who looks pleadingly. The king of Jonoèl turned his head to ask for help from the creator of it.

 

"What should I do?"

"If you get Faratu out of Jett's body, I don't know."

 

"But if you can destroy that radklao, the power of your mind will work for Jett."

 

"The jewel in the middle, if it hits a silver bullet, will lose its power as well," Caster replied. The smart twin brother is an inventor who can create anything he wants. Happy to present new weapons that he can always think of. There has never been a time when he was not proud of his invention. But this is the first time that if he can go back, the caster will smash this belt before it becomes effective.

 

"The jewel in the middle of the forehead!!"

 

Without waiting for any time to slow down, Pann, who heard from Caster, quickly shouted to the person who approached Faratu without fear. The tall body stopped listening to the boy. Another person called before changing the position of the tip of the gun from the left chest to the forehead.

 

The black stone reflects the image of the gun's tip. The person holding Visasa took it and put it in without asking for permission. Use speed to find a way out of the basement. But the hunter grabbed the trigger of the shotgun along the body that almost disappeared, releasing the trigger of the gun and hitting the tip of the foot until Faratu fell and hit the ground.

 

Mr Van came close. The tip of the barrel is as long as the arm, pointing to the jewel in the middle of the forehead. The sole stepped on the middle of the chest before the silver bullet hit the black mineral. Faratu's eyes in Jett’s eyes are wide open. Thin lips forgot how to get air into the lungs. A small silver bullet is planted in the middle of the jewellery. The strength of the shield that the Caster twins made was so durable that it could not penetrate the brain.

 

The gun's soot was dirty all over his face. Mr Van bent his knees down and pressed against his Chest, sending eyes to call reinforcements to manage their duties.

 

"Keep it for you"

"Please, sir."

 

Ramil sent the strap that had been removed from Jett's head to Methus, who was helping him nearby. The body was still and regained consciousness and squirmed from the arrest in both limbs.

 

Paul volunteered to take over from Ramil, who was preparing to use the power of intuition to find the real owner of the body, who didn't know where to run and play to come back to claim his body. The black eyes of the darkness turned red. The ceremony began, but it was performed with the person who had shortened his body next to him.

 

"Can you take me in with you?"

 

"I think I know where Jett is in his memory." Ramil knows that he doesn't have any information about Jett right now. If you don't get it right, you can't find the lost mind. They don't have time to spend days travelling to Jett's memory world. But entering the mind at the same time, both of them have never been in any textbook.

 

"I'm not sure"

"Can you try it first? If you can't, it won't hurt anything."

 

"Yes"

 

Ramil once left a piece of the power to see the mind on Pann. When he was a child, he thought that there was a high possibility that the other person would enter Jett's memory with him. But what Ramil was afraid of was not knowing what Pann would do differently from finding while reciting Jett's memories, until the line of memory changed, just like he had done with him.

 

"I...."

 

"Let me help you. We will end this together."

"Promise me that you won't do anything to harm yourself."

 

"I promise"

"And don't let go of my hand"

 

"I promise."

 

The king of Jonoèl nodded in agreement. The thick hand moved to hold Pann’s other hand. The other hand touched the forehead of the person who had not stopped. The red-colored eyes were fixed on Jett’s eyes. At the same time, the person's heart is the greatest power of all. It forced his power to spread to the owner of the soft hand that held the other tightly. The eyelids of the two power users slowly closed before the body sitting on his knees next to the body of the Hunter leader would be as if he were sleeping.

 

He returned to the orphanage again. This time, the atmosphere changed from a celebration to a weekday atmosphere. Two translucent bodies swept their eyes around the central hall of the religious ceremony. Now the sun is about to set. It weaves the light through the windows and doors that are being opened from the destination behind.

 

Two hands held tightly and turned to meet each other's eyes. When the front appeared, Jett and Father Dragul were walking back after the couple went outside to run errands.

 

"It's not Christmas Eve."

"It was before that."

 

Pann spoke softly, even though no matter how loud it was, no one was in this memory. In addition to the person standing next to him, the two bodies penetrated through the translucent body while talking. The sentence that Ramil is familiar with is because he has heard it once at the dining table on the night that is the eternal nightmare of children in the orphanage.

 

"After the sleep test, come to see your father in the room."

"Yes, father."

 

This is like an answer to Ramil, who wondered why Jett was not afraid of the order, since it was not the first time Dragul had ordered this child to wake up at night to meet him in the back bedroom.

 

The little boy nodded in response to the order before separating to go on a mission with two other friends who were waiting on the stairs. Elise and Pann waved to speed up to the slow people. Hurry up. The two bodies followed the children to the familiar path, closer to the shared bedroom. The more the corridor, the tighter the hands. He glanced at the small figure. Next to the body, he noticed that the other person was still normal.

 

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay."

 

Time passed, like every time I visited, the memory of two close friends, still managing themselves as the last number of the orphanage. The orphanage, Pann, at the age of 12, ran to bring his friend back to bed. The small body was tucked in a thick blanket, waiting for the guard to arrive. Not long after, Father Dragul, the man who controls the rules of the orphanage, appeared. The footsteps were so light that they could hardly hear the sound. The end of the clean white priest's dress was always long on the floor. Stepped through the figure who was standing inside, watching the situation and sweeping around the room, slowly, not in a hurry, before the door closed with a light.

 

The corridor that gradually turned off chased after each star in the silent room. The movement of the creature that went to sleep on time, but there was another person named Sat, moving slowly from under the blanket, the tallest among the children in the orphanage, looking around the room. Stopped at the best friend who breathed in and out regularly. Jett touched his toes on the floor, the glass wood, and began to get used to the darkness. Walk straight out of the door, opening and closing it lightly, like a whisper.

 

Two hands tightly followed the boy to the bedroom on the 1st floor after the ceremony. The door of the room opened, as it had that day. The little boy bowed his head respectfully. Before walking, he led the two translucent bodies into the inside where another person was sitting and waiting with a smile on his face.

 

"Drink before you start reading."

"Yes, father."

 

A small hand grabbed a tall glass stem from the benefactor's hand. Jett took the red-colored liquid into his body all at once. He sat down on Father Dragul's desk without waiting for orders. Slender fingers turned over the page that was separated by a thin wooden board. Before dealing with more than a thousand pages of scriptures, even if it was finished, with the owner of the room sitting on a wicker chair on the opposite side.

 

"What is it?"

 

"Grape juice. That glass is only for grape juice." Jett’s unpredictable memory continues. There is nothing more than Jett, who sits firmly reading a book, and Father Dragul, who does not take his eyes off the other person.

 

What!

 

"Jett!"

"Pann"

 

The Jett boy put his face down with the book; there was no sign of notice.

 

Pann was so shocked that he almost let go of his friend's hand to help him. But had to stop the action because of the call from the person standing next to him first. Ramil shook his head, not to let Pann do anything but watch.

 

The caretaker stood up fully. He put the book in his hand on the table next to the wicker chair. Walking to stop near the backrest of the chair of the person who had fainted as if someone had pulled out. Father Dragul crouched down to explore the sleeping face of the boy in the testimony. The two visitors could only stand, breathless, in the face of the situation before them. 

 

Slender fingers are on the collar. The tips of the nails that used to be short are now long, almost bending. The face is always smiling. Now there are long white fangs. Its sharpness reflects the fire on the desk, making Pann almost suffocate.

 

Fear collides with the mind until the hand of the person next to the body tightens and tightens. The light brown eyes let a drop of water pour into the clear cheeks. The eyes widened, looking at the father whom he used to worship with all his heart, who was leaving his sharp fangs on the neck of his friend and swallowing a bunch of red blood as food without haste.

 

"Yes, Mr Ramil."

"Ra, we have to help Jett."

 

"Then you go back out."

"Why?"

 

"I have no way for you to cross the memory line."

"But I have to do it."

 

"...."

 

"You may be able to deal with your father, but you can't call Jett back."

"I really have to do it, Mr Ramil."

 

The King of Jonoèl doesn't want to let Pann do what he wants. It's too dangerous for people who lack the power to handle it. But it's like what Pann said. Although he managed his brother in the stain of Bishop Dragul, it doesn't mean that he will wake up Jett, who was asleep.

 

Pann didn't stay still. The owner of the big, round eyes begged the other person to accept the request quickly. Because it took more time, his friend might not come back. Rahmil took a breath and nodded to accept the request.

 

The master of the power of insight suppresses the anxiety in the deepest part before the red eyes open up to meet the eyes of the same colour as Faratu, who is happy with saving the boy Jett's blood.

 

Plug!!

 

Bang!!

 

Ramil raised his toe to collide with the caretaker. Faratu splashed against the wall of the bedroom until the belongings on the glass cabinet fell scattered on the floor with the body that Kud Kuong bent because of the pain that did not stand up. At the same time, Pann rushed to get close to Jett in his youth. The boy fainted in the embrace. Small hands gently patted the white cheeks. Lips called the name.

 

"Jett”.

"Jett is sober. Can you hear me?" The King of Vampires uses the power of speed to approach the unprocessed body. Heavy punches hit the face—two hands around the younger brother's neck.

 

"Ugh!! Ra Ramil"

"You come... Ugg!!"

 

Ramil didn't pay much attention to say hello. He detained the vampire with two hands while his eyes kept looking at the lover from time to time.

 

"Jett, wake up."

"Jett, please"

 

Pann knows that they both don't have much time in this memory. If Ramil successfully manages Faratu, but he can't wake up Jett, everything is meaningless. Beautiful hands shake their friend's body. There is no time even to lift to wipe the tears that flow. 

 

Faratu used his last breath to hold up and put his hand on the neck of the tall elder, slowly standing straight and pushing Ramil's body against the wall. His face was calm, trying to twist away. But the two hands that were as tight as steel pliers tightened Ramil's toes and lifted and pushed Faratu away while remembering to let go of his hand from his throat. He used the speed power to get close again—this time, the younger one, who was conscious, refused to do the same. The two bodies of the possessor of the superpower took turns to be the game controller. Ramil sent an accelerated gaze that turned toward the line of memory. It might be even more destroyed if it took longer.

 

"Are you using the power to understand the mind with that child?"

"What am I playing in this world outside the memory? My brother"

 

Faratu, who was pressed against the wall, asked his brother. Of course, Ramil had no way to answer. He slammed the body of his younger brother against the wall. His body was weak; even though he wanted to fight, he couldn't resist his stepbrother. At the same time, the master of the power still knew that his mind began to control his consciousness. Ramil felt like he was going to be dark until he almost missed Faratu's move.

 

The King of Vampires thought that there would be a few minutes in this memory. Except for two empty hands, Ramil had no weapons to kill the man who caused it. With only two hands, Faratu would not easily leave the mould. But the rhythm is thinking of a way. The light reflects red light from the blood-drop pendant hanging on the neck. The sharp tip is at least enough to create a wound on the left side.

 

The thick hand that was good at releasing from around the brother's neck. Pull the family necklace until the line is broken. The knee that was pressed in the middle of the body pressed tighter before hitting the tip of the pendant down to the middle of the chest until Faratu let out a sound.

 

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

 

"Pann doesn't have time anymore!"

 

For the first time, Ramil was aware of the power of the clan pendant because he had never used it to hurt anyone. The red light was woven from the middle of the chest as both hands pressed the pendant almost two knuckles down until nearly the middle. Faratu howled as if he were heartbroken. The body squirmed as if someone had poured hot water on it.

 

"Jett, please wake up, huh?"

"Jett, please open your eyes."

 

Pann can't speak the words. The big, round eyes are handsome with a drop of water. Dripping down the face of the person in the arms who has no posture to return.

 

"Ahhh!!"

 

The king of vampires' sweaty face reflects worry, thick hands, the strong push of the family, pale lips, and counting down the numbers in his mind alone. If it's time, he will take Pann back without waiting for Jett to fall asleep.

 

Faratu almost didn't have time left. The younger brother's face, his eyes widened, was almost completely closed. Both hands were released, but they didn't have the strength to hold back what his brother did. The younger brother, Noel, seemed to be burning with a stronger power than any silver bullet he had ever seen, melting him from the inside. The necklace of Jonoèl's family hides the power. No one has ever written about it until today, that it is burning its bloodline alive.

 

"Ug!!"

 

"Pann, let go, hold my hand!!

 

With a short distance, Ramil extended his hand, released from Faratu, to the person still shaking his friend's body in tears. Pann didn't want to leave Jett, but he couldn't leave the promise made to Ramil either.

 

"3"

 

"Please, Jett, open your eyes!!"

 

"Ugh!"

 

Pann remembers to let go of the hand that supports the face. Send it to Ramil to possess the little heart; pray for everything you can think of at this time. While calling another name doesn't stop.

 

..2"

 

"Jett, huh... Wake up."

"Wake up, huh... Let's go back together."

 

"Ahhhhhh!!"

 

Ramil put all his pressure on the symbol of Jonoèl until the tip was always on his chest. Before he got up from his squirming body, the white part of his body had now gradually turned black in different areas.

 

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

 

The killer did not take his eyes off the work in front of him. He did not intend to pray, but the younger one did not intend to forgive the red eyes of the same blood. Faratu deserves to be punished for the filth he committed.

 

"Ah....

 

Its body is completely black, not even the eyes, leaving only the ashes on the floor of the room—the soul of the Jonoèl bloodline, who is always ambitious.

 

"Huh!!!"

"Jett!"

 

"!!"

 

Ramil fell out of the trance. Thick hands reached out and took the necklace his father had given him. Before turning to find that the owner of the memory had now opened his eyes, the unfortunate boy did not have time to wonder, to ask, to notice, because there was no time left in this memory line anymore.

 

Pann released his hand from the supporting body. Return to the embrace of the master who is above the power of the mind. Ramil closed his eyes and hugged the owner of the heart's body. Before everything was extinguished with the surge that made Pann almost vomit.

 

"Just a few"

"Sir!!"

 

"Pann!"