Desire on the other side of blood

The scene in my mind suddenly changed again.

"Welcome back, my boy," the voice said again when I opened my eyes.

I sat up, glanced at the two men standing by my bed, and covered my eyes with my hands.

Father...Richard...

After running away for so long, I finally came back.

"Chris, you're finally awake!" The younger man hugged me in surprise.

"Yes, Richard." My throat was dry because I hadn't spoken for a long time, I smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Can you pour me a glass of water?"

"Of, of course!" Richard was stunned for a moment, and then smiled happily. He didn't notice the alienation in my smile at all.

After drinking a glass of water, all the functions in the body started to work again.

"How long have I been asleep?" I raised my head and asked the green-eyed man, the king of Sabat, my father, the man who turned me into a blood-Dicklan Galbraith.

"50."

"Really?" I said with a chuckle, lowering my eyes, and the blurry realization became completely clear, "So it's been so long."

"Now that you're awake, let's start preparing. I have a lot of things for you to deal with," Declan said.

"I?"

"Chris?"

Not only me, but even Richard exhaled in surprise.

"Yes." Declan glanced at Richard lightly, and Richard immediately lowered his head.

"Really? Hehe...hahaha..." I laughed, the louder and louder I laughed, the more insolent the laughter, the whole room was silent, only my laughter kept echoing.

I stopped laughing abruptly, and I stared at Declan, without concealing the disdain on my face, "Isn't my job lying on the bed every night waiting for your blessing, my father?"

If it were the former Chris, I would never dare to say such things in front of Declan, but now I am different, and all the memories of being abandoned by the real Chris flooded into my mind, just like me As natural as I have experienced.

It makes me feel like Chris and I are the same person.

I thought Declan would get angry, but to my surprise, he just frowned, not angry.

"It's almost dawn, you can go to the rest meeting. I have a decision to announce at the elders' meeting tomorrow, and I hope you can participate." After speaking, he turned and left without looking back.

"Chris, rest, I won't bother you anymore." Richard was about to leave, but I stopped him again.

"Richard." I closed my eyes and flashed the image of him doing those things to me. "You can come to me anytime you want."

Richard was silent for a while, then blushed and walked away quickly.

When the door slammed, I opened my eyes and looked at this almost unfamiliar room.

I lived in this room when Declan brought me to Werme, the capital of Sabat, although I didn't actually live here a few times.

Yes, this is Sorensalburg, the administrative center of Sabat.

What I experienced at Hermons was like a dream to me, or rather, it was a dream at all.

I remembered it all, everything.

It turned out that during the 50 years of my sleep, I have been living in my past.

……

After I was raped by Declan in that hut, I remembered the memories that Lilith erased for me.

The flood of memories that flooded me quickly made me miserable.

I frantically went to Pegdana Castle to find Firian.

In his bedroom, there were empty wine bottles all over the floor, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of wine.

At this time, he was no longer elegant, his face was full of depression, and there was even endless bewilderment and despair growing on his chin.

I told him about my past and his expression was numb.

My gut told me he already knew.

Because of Lilith.

I cried and begged him, seduced him, pleased him, told him how much I loved him.

I wanted him to fuck me, fuck me hard, to erase the marks Declan had left on my body.

He satisfied me, with all his heart and soul.

But at the same time, it drove me to the bottom of hell.

He said that he could love anyone, even human beings, but he would not love a Sabatite.

He said that he would never love me, that I was just a toy to vent to him, nothing more.

After saying this, he came out like crazy, inside me, and threw me off the bed.

Declan found me curled up in a corner outside Pegdana Castle.

He took me back to Werme.

I locked myself in my room and fell into a deep sleep.

In this sleep, 50 years have passed.

For 50 years, my time has been stagnant in the past, while the blood clan society has undergone great changes.

The relationship between Sabat and Kamarilla deteriorated sharply, and the barely balanced balance between the two parties was broken.

These wars have been hailed as the reappearance of the Millennium War.

Because both sides suffered heavy losses, the two parties signed an armistice agreement in the Maismi area three years ago. The agreement stipulates that no one can start a war again in the next 100 years.

The war destroyed almost one-third of the entire blood race, and now both sides are in the post-war recovery period, vigorously developing the economy and stabilizing the hearts of the people.

Although he was impeached by the Presbyterian Church 50 years ago, the emperor of Camarilla is still Felian.

Camarilla recovered quickly under his leadership and was able to return to pre-war levels in no time.

Fierion would undoubtedly be a good emperor, yes, I always thought so.

……

The next day, I attended the Council of Elders, as a descendant of Declan, the king of Sabat.

"What?" When Declan said his decision, almost all the members of the Elders present immediately objected.

"Let Chris be the foreign secretary?" With these words, everyone's eyes shot at me.

"Yes." Declan sat at the front, crossing his fingers and said calmly, not aware of how incredible the decision he made was.

I sat with Declan all over, deadpan, as if what they were talking about had nothing to do with me.

"Your Majesty, you forgot that all the positions of ministers can only be held by nobles of noble birth, Er Chris, he is...he is..." Members of the Council of Elders stood up to object, although he hesitated to speak, but he did not finish Everyone understands the words.

Sabat is a highly centralized society with almost no human rights at all. The nobles can kill civilians at will, and the relatives and friends of the victims must shout "Long live", otherwise they will be punished for treating the nobles.

Sabat advocates violence and sexual openness. The Maeslow banquet twice a year is a good proof. People who become blood clans at the Maeslow banquet have the lowest status in this society, like ants. Even ordinary civilians can trample them under their feet.

And I became a blood race at the Maeslow Banquet, more than 200 years ago.

"I'm the one who turned Chris into a lease extension, that's enough." Declan stood up, his green eyes swept over everyone who was doing it, "Chris is my descendant, he has The qualifications for this position, and…”

"None of you have the right to say 'no' to the decision I made!"

Following the pitiful words, many kinds of negative emotions were immediately mixed into my vision, including disdain, contempt, and hatred.

Everyone here is well aware of who I am, that in their eyes I'm just Declan's sex toy, even though that's the truth, and now I'm trying to climb my ass to be Foreign Secretary.

Unlike the Elders in Camarilla, Sabat's Elders are in the final analysis just a decoration to obey the orders of the emperor alone, and have no real rights.

Declan's stronghold was quickly determined.

I don't know what he meant by doing this.compensation?I don't think he would do such a pointless thing.

And, why the foreign secretary?

As the foreign minister, he is bound to meet with Felian.Although 50 years have passed, I still don't know how I should face him.

The last time with him, the words he said to me are still deeply engraved in my mind, and 50 years have not peeled off their color.

I am still at a loss.