Married To The Mad Vampire Lord
Chapter 249: Bloodline

Chapter 249: Bloodline

"I know you’re a demon. Why do you keep invading my mind? What do you want from me?"

Rohan asked coolly, not in the mood for conversation with a demon. He had never seen one before until now, and even though he was looking at this one, he still couldn’t make out his face. The distance and the backlight of the moon turned the figure into a shadow.

The demon laughed, a laughter that chilled Rohan to the bones.

"Is that how you greet someone who crossed realms just to say hello?" came the words of the demon, making the corner of Rohan’s lips pull up into a mocking snarl.

"And who sent you to come?" Rohan mused with sarcasm as he eyed the demon with a look of disinterest. Meanwhile, his hands, tucked inside his trouser pockets, clenched tightly as he tried to stop his body from trembling in the presence of this creature.

"Oh, but I wanted to come," the demon said. "I couldn’t miss this chance, young one. I’ve waited so long for the day you’d need something so desperately that you’d do anything for it."

Rohan’s eyes narrowed. "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"I should be the one asking that, little boy. What do you want?" the demon asked, making no attempt to close the distance between them. He still hovered midair, wings flapping softly to keep him there. "I can give you whatever you want. Name it."

Rohan made no move to fly up to him either, he wanted nothing to do with this stranger who made him feel so unlike himself in a bad way.

"I don’t need you to give me anything. You’d be doing both yourself and me a favor by leaving. I don’t want you invading my head again," Rohan warned with a blank look that only made the demon laugh even harder.

"You need me, boy. I’ve come from far away because I can feel your desperation to protect the one you believe you love," the demon remarked, arms crossing over his chest.

Rohan’s scowl deepened. "What do you mean by that?" he asked sharply, turning his body to fully face the unknown creature.

"You know what I mean. Demons hardly love—we don’t even know the meaning of it, nor do we feel it the way we think we do. What we feel is merely an illusion, something that passes through us from another person, not the real thing. We only know obsession. We become obsessed with people and things that amuse or intrigue us, but we don’t love. Tell me, now that you are away from the person you thought you loved, do you still feel that love in your heart? Does your heart feel warm?"

No, that was the answer. But Rohan had no intention of giving it voice. Instead, he said, "I’m different," his tone low as he looked up at the stranger, hating that he was indulging this conversation at all.

"Then why is it, you never told her you love her?" drawled the demon, his voice dripping with mirth as he watched the boy he had fathered many years ago to carry on his bloodline.

Rohan felt himself stiffen at that question. Why had he never spoken the words to his wife, who was desperate to hear it from him? Why had he always avoided it, when it was a simple word and he knew he felt it—or did he not? But more than anything, how did this demon know about this?

"I can tell you why, boy. You are not someone who lies. You know deep down what you feel is questionable, so you decided to keep it to yourself and never have to lie about it. You like the fact that she loves you, shows you the care you lacked. You like the fact that she is a family, one you never had. But your heart is not meant to give love. You are obsessed with her... but the truth is, you don’t—"

"What is the point you’re trying to make?" Rohan demanded coolly.

"My point is, obsession is easily overcome when you’re away from the thing you desire. You can live without her and still be all right. You can forget her easily, because your heart is not truly invested. You do not love this woman; you only adore what she gives you, and the—"

"Shut the fuck up, demon!" Rohan growled deep in his throat as he glared murderously at the demon trying to plant a seed of doubt in his head about his feelings for his wife.

The demon only laughed. "You can be obsessed for all I care, but you can’t hide from the blood that flows through you—the blood of a ruler. You can’t live without wanting to rule, which is why you want this throne. You can’t hide from who you truly are."

Rohan had had enough of the demon spouting nonsense. He acted before he could stop himself. His wings burst open as he flew toward the figure, aiming straight for his heart, where he could hear the steady beat, intending to rip it out and silence him for good, so the demon wouldn’t twist his mind any further with reasons and excuses for his actions.

However, Rohan had never expected his own body to pass through the demon’s like water. He swirled around to see the demon still flapping his wings and keeping himself mid-air, his body rippling like the surface of a lake.

"You can’t harm me, boy. I am not physically here." A smile pulled at his face, and because Rohan was now standing closer to the form, and because the demon had turned to face the moon, he could finally see his face and features clearly.

He stilled, frozen in disbelief.

The demon’s hair was long and the darkest shade of blue, his eyes dark as a moonless night, his skin like pure gold, it glowed in the moonlight, shimmering so brightly it hurt the eyes. That wasn’t what had made him go still in shock. It was the fact that the face he was staring at looked like a mirror of his own. It was like he was looking into a mirror of himself, with longer hair.

"You..." Rohan had never been lost for words, but for the first time, he was, as he stared at the man before him.

"You are of my blood, young one," said the demon, as if it was not already obvious from the resemblance.

When a demon made an offspring, it was a known fact in the demon world that their entire bloodline would look alike, and that when they stepped out, there would be no mistaking which demon clan they belonged to.

Once Rohan recovered from the shock of seeing the demon who had sired him, because to him, he had no father, his expression turned indifferent. He realized the man wasn’t worth any of his feelings. His fingers slowly unclenched as he said,

"Did you think just because we look alike, I’ll grovel at your feet and believe every ounce of shit that sputters out of that hole on your face, demon?" he asked with a dry chuckle, tilting his head to the side in amusement. "You are nothing to me. The blood that flows through my veins is mine. My feelings for my wife are mine. And I certainly don’t need a nagging old demon on my back, telling me what I feel."

He clicked his tongue and shook his head slightly. "Tsk. How pathetic. Get lost and crawl back to wherever you came from. I don’t need your help."

Rohan took satisfaction in seeing the demon’s eyes harden, but it quickly melted back into mirth, like his words had done nothing to change his mind about why he was here, after all these years of hiding.

Even though he needed help, this demon was the last person he would ever ask, Rohan thought as he stared at the creature, his gaze unwavering even as thick clouds drifted back across the sky, blocking the moon once more. Lightning flashed brightly overhead, illuminating the darkness and signaling the coming rain.

After a lengthy, tension-filled silence filled with nothing but mutual glares, the demon finally spoke again.

"You can’t deny that my blood flows in you. I am not your enemy. I can help you kill the king you want dead and give you the throne," he proposed. "You want to protect your wife, don’t you?"

Rohan’s expression didn’t change at those words. He merely stared at the demon, saying nothing, knowing the man wasn’t done talking.

If he had stayed hidden for years while his son suffered hell on earth, locked away and tortured in the asylum without once interfering—then Rohan knew he hadn’t come now out of love. He had come because he wanted something in return for this help he was so eagerly offering.

Why would he offer help now, especially after trying to lecture him about his feelings for Belle?

Coming to help now wouldn’t erase the past, and it wouldn’t change the fact that Rohan would never accept him. But still, he wanted to hear what the demon wanted.

"I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted."

"In exchange for what?" Rohan asked calmly.

The demon king smirked, clearly enjoying the fact that, unlike many he’d bargained with before, his blood was as smart as he was and ready to get straight to the point.

"It’s simple. All I want is..." He patiently explained what he wanted like it was an easy thing to get.

But as soon as he finished explaining his deal, Rohan laughed in his face and said, "Not in this lifetime. I don’t need your help with killing my enemy."

With that, Rohan decided he was truly wasting his time and turned to leave.

As expected, the man appeared right in front of him again, blocking his path.

"I know the reason you’re refusing this," the demon king said. "But it’s worthless, because the reason you’re holding onto won’t last. She’s not meant to last."

Before Rohan could reply, he added, "I’ll give you two hours to call me back and tell me you’ve changed your mind. If you don’t... I’ll make sure you become desperate enough to accept my offer.

"Don’t make me your enemy, young one. I am far too powerful for that. I could destroy you easily. I’ve waited long enough—and in a few days, your son will be welcomed into the world. Do as I say, and I will give you what you want."