From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 184: Camarilla

Of course, Charles Luau had no chance of escaping. The moment he turned around, his pursuer had already caught up to him.

Then, he was grabbed by the scruff of his neck. The pale-skinned man hoisted him up and looked him up and down.

"Hmm... an unexpected delight. This body is quite suitable for me..." Then, Charles's vision went black as he completely lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he could neither speak nor move. The only thing he could still use was his consciousness.

His body no longer seemed to belong to him. It was possessed by some other entity, slowly walking forward with the crowd!

Fear expanded in his heart, and terrifying speculations echoed in his mind. Yet, he could not make a single sound. He could only trail along woodenly with the people around him, like a puppet—voiceless, invisible, a complete nonentity.

He screamed in terror, he roared in helpless rage, he tried to express even the simplest thought, but nothing came out.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, drawing Charles's attention like a beacon in the darkness.

"Oh, isn't this someone from the treacherous Giovanni clan?" a scrawny, ugly man suddenly sneered, turning his head as he walked past Charles.

"Charles" remained expressionless. "If you are that hideous, you shouldn't speak in public. You will scare people.""You wretched descendants of loan sharks, you damned greedy bastards, you detestable parasites, you thieves who infiltrated our race..." Those words seemed to hit a nerve, causing the man to scream curses at him.

But "Charles" maintained his impassive look and continued, "As a member of the Nosferatu clan, didn't your elders teach you to stay far away in the sewers if you are ugly, rather than coming out to frighten others?"

This remark clearly pushed the other man over the edge. His eyes rapidly turned crimson, looking as if he were about to explode.

The man was furiously enraged, yet he made no move to attack. After glaring viciously at Charles, he bellowed, "You coward who only dares to hide behind a puppet! If your true body were here, I would tear you to pieces!"

"Charles" kept his indifferent demeanor and pointed a single finger at him. "You are ugly."

Crash! The furious man stomped his foot, shattering the ground of the football field. He was completely infuriated, yet his anger ended right there.

At this moment, someone nearby spoke up. "A thousand years have passed, yet the conflict between the Giovanni and Nosferatu clans hasn't eased in the slightest!"

"How could it be eased? Among the thirteen clans back then, the Cappadocian and Nosferatu clans had the best relationship. Giovanni murdered their sire to seize power and purged the Cappadocians. How could the Nosferatu ever look favorably upon them?"

"That was a story from two thousand years ago. Their grudge seems to be growing deeper by the day!"

"What is there to fear? With His Highness the Prince present, do you think they would actually dare to fight here? If they did, wouldn't they be slapping the Prince in the face? Everyone is terrified of a Blood Hunt!"

Hearing this information left Charles rather bewildered. What clans? What names? Why had he never heard of any of this before?

If it weren't for the man shattering the ground moments ago, he would have thought this group was just playing some tabletop role-playing game!

Soon, the group gathered together. There were exactly thirteen of them, standing on the broad turf of the football field.

Then, one of them waved a hand, and a chair materialized behind each person. They all slowly sat down.

This scene was clearly much more comfortable than the situation being at daggers drawn between the two men earlier, and their discussion seemed much more normal.

"Charles" did not speak. He watched quietly, listening to the conversations of the others.

"Where have you all been recently? Where are you making a fortune in blood?"

"We are over in Colombia, South America, but unfortunately, things aren't going so well anymore. The locals seem to have found the divine priests of the Indigenous Americans and are trying to drive us out of the land!"

"Same here! The blood supply in the Nordic region is no longer stable. I heard the gangs in the Nordic Five countries have stopped their tributes!"

"Then we are a bit luckier. The wars in the Middle East haven't stopped, so our blood supply won't stop either!"

"We are doing quite well too. In Central Africa, we don't even need a war to harvest enough blood!"

"Eastern Europe is where it's at! Those Ukrainians desperate to flee are using their blood as bargaining chips!" ...

Through these words, Charles saw what looked like a group of businessmen exchanging trade secrets, except their currency was blood.

A terrifying suspicion formed in his mind, but he immediately pushed the thought away. 'Impossible. Absolutely impossible. How could such an absurd thing be real?'

Right at that moment, a distinct voice echoed in everyone's ears. "Are we all here? Then let us begin."

Upon hearing this, everyone stood up from their chairs and looked toward the sky, chanting a respectful title in unison. "Your Highness the Prince!"

"In this era of divine descent, under the watchful eyes of the gods, and in the shadow of the Unspeakable One, we have gathered together once more!" The ancient and majestic words rang in everyone's ears.

In the center of the football field, a man dressed in an Italian-style suit slowly descended from the sky and landed before the group.

He appeared to be the "Prince" they had addressed—a title rarely used in modern Europe.

He landed before them with an incredibly elegant posture, nodding gently. "Finally, the bell of the Thirteen Clans has summoned our thirteen representatives!"

"Gentlemen, please pass on my regards to the princes and elders of your respective clans!"

Hearing this, the crowd nodded repeatedly. "Of course, Your Highness. Our princes and elders send their regards to you as well!"

"Excellent." The man nodded, accepting their greetings before continuing. "Now, let me explain why I have summoned you all here."

"The ancient covenant has been sounded, and the deaths of the past are being forgotten. But gentlemen, I sense the shadow of the old world. Hell, which has remained sealed, has finally sent a reminder from its master!"

"Yes, gentlemen. The final holy war has not yet arrived, but there are omens that the gates of Hell are preparing to open!"

The entire group seemed to buzz with excitement at those words. They scrambled to ask questions. "What? The covenant has begun? The gates of Hell are opening?"

"Has death finally descended once more? Is it time for us to emerge in full force again?"

"Wonderful! We haven't tasted fresh blood in so many years since that terrible disaster. This time, we will gorge ourselves on gore!"

Hearing their eager voices, the man in the center quickly poured cold water on their enthusiasm.

"This is not the Middle Ages. Banish any thoughts of building your kingdoms like in the old days and clashing head-on with the Knightly Orders of The Church. You have been disconnected from this world for far too long. Familiarize yourselves with the modern era first!"

"Let me warn you, the gates of Heaven have already opened. The angels from those ancient legends are showing signs of activity in this world. If you do not wish to be slaughtered along with your entire clan, then keep a low profile!"

At that warning, everyone's voices vanished instantly, and they opted to wait in silence.

The man indeed had more to say. Once they were completely quiet, his commanding voice resonated in their minds once more.

"Perhaps when we finally make true contact with Lord Satan, we can recreate the grand spectacles of the past, but not right now!"

"I feel the aura of an angel. I sense the presence of the Holy Spirit. We are awakening, and The Church is awakening as well... Those former vampire hunters, those members of the Holy See Council, they also seem to be waking up!"

"Therefore, I am giving you a directive. Since we have awakened before them, we must track down their traces and strangle them in the cradle!"

With those words, the Prince vanished from his spot, leaving behind a bat-shaped mark. "The Knights Templar, the Inquisition, the Holy See Council, the Religious Tribunal... Their inheritors are also returning, but they lack their ancient memories. They do not yet know the truth!"

Many looked perplexed upon hearing this. They glanced around. "But we don't know where they are either..."

Then, the entity possessing Charles suddenly spoke in a sinister tone. "Isn't that simple? Just kill anyone you suspect!"

"We have already descended upon this world. Are you still afraid of shedding blood?"

Hearing these words, an indescribable fear suddenly washed over Charles. Just what kind of monsters were they? They had actually formed clans, and they talked of murder so casually!

Those names sounded like organizations from The Church, and they had just mentioned Satan. Did that mean this group was made up of... demons?

His speculations continued, while the crowd before him began to stroll out of the stadium!