Victor_Weismann

Victor was a normal 21-year-old man, he grew up in a loving family that helped him take care of himself knowing that he had a practically incurable disease, the RH null blood, he was the owner of a rare blood type...

But what Victor didn't know, is that this blood type was a delicacy in the supernatural world, creatures that fed on blood loved his blood type...

And that blood he hated would be the factor that would make Victor the greatest vampire of all time.

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My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires.

Chapter 911: "My son, born from darkness."

Seeing that the conversation had ended, Victor asked, "Where is Sloth?"

Again, he didn't need to ask this. With his current senses, he could feel the entire Castle like it was in the palm of his hand, but a certain kind of display was necessary, especially now that he had 'visitors' with him.

Whether or not they were aware of his intentions, Zahal responded in a loyal tone as a good subordinate would, "The Sin of sloth, Sloth Abyss Verneila, currently claims Your Majesty's fourth lower chamber and has been sleeping there ever since."

Victor's face twitched slightly upon hearing those words, a display of emotions that did not go unnoticed by the watchful eyes of The Heavenly Father and Ariel.

"That lazy woman..." Victor muttered. There was a reason Victor kept such an inefficient person around—precautions.