The Fatherless Overlord Pt. 2

I went to Angeles City to buy a luxurious mansion. I stayed inside for a few days without eating or sleeping anything but alcohol mixed with iron tablets to make it a blood wine.

As the thirst for blood ran through my veins again, I seemed out to Clark City/Angeles City borders of the districts of the Walking Street that looks literally like Kamurocho Tokyo, Japan.

I was wearing my red suit, red coat, red fedora, red sunglasses, red boots, and red pants.

I was the centre of attention, and it started to annoy me.

"Hello, handsome~," says the prostitute.

I paid her to have a one-night stand with me as I drained her blood dry, leaving her alone in the motel room, but I granted her the eternal life blessing. Which is my blood. My essence, MY DNA!!!

That's all I wanted. And then, I went to Telabastagan Hospital Building for my mental check-up appointment. I called recently a few days ago.

"So, you'd rather call a psychologist because they give you therapy and psychiatrists gives nothing but medicines that don't help you?"

"Yes, to be frank."

"Okay, so Mr… James! How are you feeling today?"

"I am a Bipolar patient. I need training and exercises for my mentality to focus instead of drugging myself out. They make me worse, the medications. As much as I love the Happy Pill Prozac, I wanted to get out of drugs."

"Alright, take these tests."

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"Ah, you are done. Let's see… oh my… you are a psychopath… and you don't seem bipolar… you just have persistent depression."

We had a long talk about my life story.

"So… that's what happened… I see… very… traumatic yet interesting, James. I hypnotised you and you proved that you are a vampire."

"I can see through all illusions, Doctora. But. If you please, tell me what I must do?"

"You already did the first step. You stood up for your freedom and you got out of your stressful environment that triggers you nonstop."

"What's the next step?"

"Oh yes, there have been records that you've been here before, and you were locked up in the lunatic asylum, yes? Let me read them first."

"..."

"Sadly, I cannot help you. I don't know what your correct diagnosis is or what I can advise you, but you should call a priest."

I sighed, "But I am fine now, well, until I got traumatised by that death of my father's...."

"Well, it looks to me you look rather ill."

"You think so? Or this is one of the psychologist's tricks again."

"No, no catch. I know one of my patients has Renfield Syndrome, clinical vampirism. I'll give you the number, knows a lot of things about vampires and mental health more than me."

She gave the number to me after writing and exited the hospital.

A beautiful view of the city…

I went for a walk in the districts of Pampanga, of Angeles City.

"This is the Nepo Mall where father and I used to go always… no matter how far this was from our home… where my previous home was… I hope their coffee store is still in business."

I went inside after asking myself to be invited.

I went to the coffee shop, but it was closed for business already. I just remember the last time we went here, it was closed already. Good thing their mask store is still open.

"May I buy that Jason Voorhees mask?"

I paid after receiving it and went to SM Malls.

"Welcome, sir!"

"Much obliged."

"Please disinfect your hands with this sanitiser for free and let us check your temperature."

"Why, of course!"

"Oh my… 28.1 degree Celsius… are you okay, sir?"

"Don't worry, I'm a vampire. But I intend no harm; I'm here for business as such as buying stuff from your store, madam." I kissed her hand elegantly, and she blushed as the other staff giggles.

"Voltaire is my name. Remember that. Now! I would like to purchase a violin."

"Oh! Here we have our best finest violins! You came to the right place sir because you see… these violins are vintage because no one has bought them for years since this place was founded."

"Excellent. I choose the oldest."

I made the transaction and everything and left.

"Wait! Where are you going Sir Voltaire?" asked the same woman a while ago.

"If you'd like, I can take you out on a date with me after your shift."

"But you will have to wait…."

"That is fine. I have an eternity to spend. Especially with you…."

And then we headed outside and treated her to chocolate cake.

"Do you like it?"

"How old are you?"

"My documents say I am 21, but I was born in 1762."

We laughed together

"So, where is your place? I want to sleep in with you…."

"I'm afraid I can't do that. Here's my number. Contact me if you wish to go on another night date with me. But you have to treat me if you ask me out. I'll only treat you if I visit your shop again. Again, thanks for the Violin."

"No problem, Voltaire!"

And then we kissed, and she left going home.

I went home as well. Her name was Sophie.

I went to my GSM Blue Vodka, cranberry juice, and iron tablets and mixed them together to drink for the night.

I did not get drunk; however, a euphoric feeling from the blood wine I invented as a good recipe.

After passing out, I woke up at dawn. Again. As usual.

I went outside of my mansion and went to a violin mistress that could teach me.

"Top of the morning, Miss or Misses?"

"Misses, I have a husband and happily married."

"Then I shall not intrude on your love life no longer."

She laughs

"May I come inside to learn the violin?"

"You may come inside, Mr Voltaire!"

I went inside and learned more than I could surpass her in one day.

I went home practising Danse Macabre and Devil's Trill Sonata.

Those two masterpieces are the best I love the most than Beethoven.

Chapter 6 - An Alternate Reality/More Illusions Ahead

"The night is young. There are many wonders you cannot see for they are hidden behind the shadows…" -Voltaire 2020.

By the morning, my father never woke up from his peaceful slumber…

I took his keys and announced his to the Village staff and officers.

They took him to the hospital. They took me with them and interviewed me as I honestly answered all of them thoroughly.

They even mentioned I'm smart, too smart for my own good. I get that a lot… too many times in a lifetime of an eternity.

Father has been ill that never showed it to me. But I've seen many spiritual omens of his death coming nearer and nearer.

And thus, the family gathered for the funeral.

The 1st day of mourning

My mother died from a heart attack after seeing my father lying under a coffin in our own homes.

However, my brother was more than upset than I have ever witnessed from him, not even since childhood.

2nd day of the funeral

All of our relatives gathered around. No matter how much of my soul and skin will burn over a prayer with the priest just to get him to heaven… even though he lost his faith after he knew his son, myself, has a mental disability called Bipolar Mania that cannot be cured, pray all around together.

3rd day of the funeral, the burial.

Goodbye… father.

I got all of his inherited money and spent the money on my absolute freedom from his chains over my neck.

The house being renovated was cancelled; my mother's inheritance money came to me. My brother took me to America with him.