C60 Echoes Of Creation

"You must calm yourself!"

But his words fell on deaf ears as Vanessa's primal instincts consumed her, driving her into a frenzy of violence and chaos.

Her crimson eyes blazed with a ferocity that made Vlad shudder, her fangs bared in a snarl of unrestrained fury.

"Calm MYSELF?!"

With a roar that echoed through the chamber, Vanessa lunged at Vlad, her hands curled into claws as she sought to unleash her wrath upon him.

Vlad instinctively raised his arms to shield himself, but he knew that his efforts would be futile against the strength of his enraged wife who was even stronger than him then her switch got flipped.

"Vanessa, please!"

He pleaded once more, his voice trembling with fear because deep down he was truly and utterly terrified of his wife.

"I beg of you, my love please calm down!"

But Vanessa was beyond reason, lost in the grip of her primal instincts.

With a strength that belied her slender frame compared to Vlads, she seized Vlad by the throat, lifting him who was a whole 20 centimeters taller than her off the ground with ease as she pinned him against the wall causing a dent to appear.

"If you don't return our daughter safe and sound to me..."

She growled, her voice low and menacing.

"... I swear I'll rip you to pieces and throw you're remains Into a star"

Vlad could feel the air being crushed from his lungs, his vision swimming as he struggled to draw breath.

He knew that he was at Vanessa's mercy, and that mercy was something she had little of in her current state.

They had been trying to conceive a child for as long as their civilization existed and somehow despite their race's almost zero fertility rate.

Because their main reproduction method was by Infecting hosts with their cells and turning them Into one of their kin.

But the allure of having a child born out of you're own flesh and blood Is too tempting for any self-aware species that's why the two most physically powerful beings I'm the whole galaxy never gave up.

And despite all of the odds they finally did It and that was why Vanessa would go bunkers as long as It came to their daughter.

"Got It?"

Vanessa hissed as she did Vlad started nodding his head like a chicken.

"You're sleeping on the couch Vlad"

Vanessa said as she let go of her husband whose almost crushed to meat pace neck returned to prestige condition In seconds.

"F... for how long?"

Vlad asked cautiously while massaging his sore neck only to flinch like a cat whose tail had been stepped on upon seeing Vanessa snap her head back at him.

"G...got It..."

Vlad muttered as he left the study room, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the air.

Vanessa's wrath was a force to be reckoned with, and he knew he would pay dearly for his failures regarding their daughter, Isabella.

With a heavy heart, he made his way to his master bedroom and slumped onto the couch, knowing that his punishment was well-deserved.

As he lay on the uncomfortable couch, Vlad couldn't help but replay the events that transpired in his mind.

Isabella's escape had been a blow to his pride as the Dread Lord, but more importantly, it had put their daughter in grave danger.

He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her.

But amidst his worry for Isabella, Vlad couldn't ignore the underlying tension between him and Vanessa.

Their relationship had always been tumultuous, fueled by love and hate.

As the hours passed, Vlad found himself lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Guilt gnawed at him for pushing his daughter to run off, while frustration simmered beneath the surface at Vanessa's harsh words and actions.

But deep down, he knew that Vanessa's anger stemmed from a place of love and concern for Isabella, even if her methods were extreme.

Eventually, exhaustion claimed Vlad, and he drifted into a fitful sleep on the couch, haunted by dreams of Isabella and the chaos that had engulfed their lives.

...

The sterile grey walls of the TIS Einherjar's medbay greeted Marcus and Morgana as they slowly regained consciousness.

They blinked against the dim lighting, feeling disoriented and groggy their augmented senses owerhwelming their still not adapted to their bodies minds.

As they looked around, they noticed the sleek, futuristic design of the medbay, with sci-fi medical monitoring equipment attached to their bodies covered in medical gowns.

Marcus rubbed his eyes which had a tinge of red to It's color because the additional organs Implanted Into him used Dracula's DNR as base material, trying to make sense of their surroundings.

"Where are we?"

He muttered, his voice hoarse from disuse and much more sharp than before.

Morgana with a string of white hair shifted beside him, her gaze sweeping over the room with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"I have no idea,"

She replied, her voice equally raspy, just then, my voice cut through the silence, echoing in the medbay.

"Welcome back to the land of the living,"

I joked as I and Jameson stepped Inside the room with a team of medical personnel following behind us, my tone calm yet authoritative as I approached their beds.

Marcus and Morgana turned their heads to face me, their expressions a mix of confusion and curiosity.

I couldn't help but notice the changes in their appearance.

Marcus now stood at 217 centimeters tall, his physique resembling that of a bona fide bodybuilder, with rippling muscles pulsating beneath his slightly pale skin covered In surgical scars.

Compared to his earlier one which was of a dad bod who lifts iron regularly.

Morgana, on the other hand, stood at 203 centimeters tall, her feminine features enhanced to the limit, with lean, ripped muscles visible beneath her surgical scars.

Despite her slender frame compared to Marcus she could still easily wipe the floor with Thraes ultimate fighter In hand to hand combat thanks to he sheer physical prowess.

As they processed their transformations by taking In their own and each other appearancs Jameson, the ship's medical officer, spoke up from the side.

"As surprising as it is, there are no abnormalities, Imperator,"

He commented, his attention focused on his holographic tablet.

"It's as if they were made to be augmented their like a blank sheet of paper."

Hearing this my brows furrowed in contemplation as the possibility of someone artificially creating Thraens crossed my mind.

After all, where there's smoke, there's usually fire.

The story of Adam and Eve could be interpreted in various ways, perhaps as the result of a being from an advanced civilization with too much time on their hands or a profound sense of boredom. They may have played the role of a deity simply because they had the capability to do so, or perhaps humanity was created as a means to achieve a particular end.

The motivations behind such actions could be numerous and complex, leaving me to ponder the true purpose behind Thraena and my own existence.

But before I could delve deeper into speculation, Morgana's voice broke the silence, her tone uneasy.

"The scars... can your technology do something about it?"

She asked, her fingers tracing the neat and perfectly healed laser scars on her skin.

Jameson and the medical personnel froze at Morgana's request, clearly taken aback by her desire to remove her scars.

"Senior Lieutenant Schmitt we can, but why would you choose to remove them?"

Jameson inquired, his brows furrowed in confusion, because to him an devery Terran each scar was a badge of honor that they would never remove unless It Impacted their combat effectiveness.