Bloodbound Tyrant: The System Made Me Unstoppable-Chapter 21: The Crimson Throne Beckons

The gates shattered like glass under pressure. Red flames licked the sky as the city’s outer protective runes buckled and cracked.

Lucien stood tall, blood-soaked and glowing. His body pulsed with power—Seraphina’s magic still clung to his skin, a red lace of divine seduction. Behind him, Liora armed herself in blackened armor that wrapped around her curves like a second skin, her bare thigh glinting with silver glyphs of old protection.

Seraphina, pale and breathless, leaned against a pillar, blood dripping from her lips. "She’s not just coming. She’s already here."

Boom.

A blast of wind tore through the mansion. The walls bent and cried out.

Then—she emerged.

From the ruins of the burning courtyard walked a woman who looked like sin molded into flesh. Tall. Hourglass body clad in nothing but flowing blood mist that pulsed like a living gown. Her eyes were glowing pits of molten red, deeper than hellfire itself. Her long silver hair floated around her like a storm cloud. Every step she took killed the grass, cracked the earth, and melted barriers.

Lilith. The First Vampire.

Lucien’s body went rigid. Every instinct screamed to kneel—but he fought it. His system buzzed, resisting her pressure, calculating her presence.

> [WARNING: ANCIENT ENTITY DETECTED — LILITH: PRIMAL VAMPIRE]

> [Your bloodline mutation grants resistance... recalibrating...]

Lilith smiled, her lips like petals of death. "You’ve grown, Lucien Mason. Too fast. Too far."

"I had help," he growled, standing before Seraphina and Liora.

"Oh, I know. I could taste her from leagues away." She flicked her fingers. Seraphina cried out, her body lifting from the ground. The red mist wrapped around her like chains, pulling her toward Lilith.

Lucien’s hands ignited in crimson-gold fire. "Put her down."

Lilith raised a brow. "Or what? You’ll fight me? With that filthy godseed barely stabilizing in your veins?"

> [SYSTEM: BLOOD DOMINION — ACTIVE]

Lucien clenched his fist. Around the city, vampires and beasts dropped to their knees. The night pulsed with his name. Even the shadows seemed to curl toward him.

Lilith’s smile widened. "Oh, you really are delightful."

Suddenly, she vanished. Blinked.

Lucien spun—but it was too late. Her hand gripped his throat, lifting him into the air like a rag doll. Her lips brushed his ear. "You smell like rebellion, child. I made your bloodline. I carved your ancestors from lovers and corpses."

He choked out, "Then you made a mistake."

> [SKILL ACTIVATED: BLOOD FURY — BOOSTING ALL STATS 300%]

A burst of energy exploded from Lucien’s body, knocking Lilith back. She slid a few meters, laughing.

"Oh, now that’s better."

He landed, coughing but alive, his fists burning. "You came all this way just to gloat?"

"No, Lucien," she said, her voice suddenly serious. "I came to test you."

And then—she vanished again.

> [WARNING: Spatial Magic Detected — Rift Opening Beneath You]

Before he could react, the ground disappeared. A vortex of blood and shadow opened beneath him, dragging him into a swirling void. Seraphina screamed. Liora reached out, but too late.

> [SYSTEM ALERT: YOU HAVE BEEN SUMMONED TO THE BLOOD THRONE TRIAL]

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Lucien landed hard on obsidian marble, coughing blood. Around him stood towering pillars, all soaked in ancient blood. The air stank of iron and despair. Shadows crawled like serpents across the floor.

He stood. "Where..."

A voice echoed from the void. Lilith’s.

"Welcome to the Throne of Crimson Judgment. If you want to keep your new power... survive."

> [TRIAL STARTED: BLOOD THRONE ASCENSION]

> [Objective: Defeat the Three Heralds of Lust, Wrath, and Betrayal]

> [Time Limit: 30 Minutes]

> [Failure Condition: Death or Submission]

Lucien’s breath fogged in the cold. Then the first gate opened.

A figure emerged—tall, bare-chested, obsidian skin wrapped in gold chains. His eyes glowed with pure red hunger.

The Herald of Lust.

He didn’t speak—just moved. So fast Lucien barely blocked the strike. Their fists collided, sending shockwaves through the arena. Lucien countered with a flame-kick infused with his godseed, but the Herald danced around him, grabbing Lucien by the neck and slamming him into the ground.

> [WARNING: Critical Damage — Ribs Fractured]

Lucien groaned but smiled.

"Is that all Lust has?" He flared his aura—mixing Seraphina’s magic with his own. Blood and seduction twined into a red mist that coiled around the Herald.

> [NEW SKILL UNLOCKED: BLOODLUST AURA]

> [Effect: Any being of lustful nature is weakened 40%, charmed 20%]

The Herald stumbled, eyes dazed, erection tenting his loincloth as the aura twisted into his mind.

Lucien grinned. "You like that? Let me turn it up."

He grabbed the Herald’s head—and fed him a kiss charged with blood magic.

The Herald howled, magic exploding out his spine. Then his body burned to ash.

> [Herald of Lust: DEFEATED]

> [Skill Gained: Crimson Seduction — Charm or dominate any sexually active being]

Lucien wiped his mouth. "That was just the warm-up."

Gate Two creaked open.

The Herald of Wrath stormed in. A ten-foot-tall beast, molten armor fused to his skin, wielding a blade made from the bones of giants.

Lucien didn’t wait. He surged forward, meeting steel with fist. The clash sparked an explosion that cracked the entire arena. They traded blow after blow, raw fury against raw dominance.

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> [Stats Boosted x4 Temporarily]

Lucien went berserk. His blows dented the Herald’s armor, fists moving like machine guns. Blood poured from his knuckles, but he didn’t care.

He let go. Gave in.

And with a final roar, drove his arm through the Herald’s chest—ripping out the burning core.

The beast fell.

> [Herald of Wrath: DEFEATED]

> [New Trait Gained: Wrathkin — Your rage fuels your regeneration and strength in combat]

Lucien collapsed to one knee. Two down.

Then the final gate opened... and he froze.

A woman walked in. Dark skin, violet hair, wrapped in transparent veils. Her eyes shimmered with ancient betrayal.

Lucien whispered, "Lilith?"

She shook her head. "No. I am the Herald of Betrayal. But I was once your mother’s sister."

His heart stopped.

> [WARNING: Emotional Link Detected — Combat Efficiency -30%]

She whispered, "You were never meant to exist. Seraphina was chosen for sacrifice, not union."

Lucien stood. "Then maybe I’m the betrayal."

Their battle was not one of fists, but of mind and memory. She twisted illusions—of Seraphina dying, of Liora leaving, of Lucien being torn apart.

But he refused.

> [Bloodline Stabilized — CRIMSON GOD PROTOCOL: 78% SYNCED]

He summoned all his aura, broke through the illusion, and embraced her.

"I forgive you," he whispered.

She wept... and faded.

> [Herald of Betrayal: DEFEATED]

> [Trial Complete]

> [YOU HAVE CLAIMED THE BLOOD THRONE]

> [New Title: Crimson Heir Ascendant]

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The throne pulsed beneath him. It bent to his will, reshaped by desire and rage. His powers flared to divine levels. A crown of fire and blood formed above his head.

> [You may now command the Crimson Line. Issue your first command.]

Lucien clenched his fist. "Send my enemies a message."

A wave of red shot into the sky. Every vampire, night beast, and coven across the continent paused.

They felt him.

A new god had risen.

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Back in the real world, Liora held Seraphina as she bled, eyes widening.

"He’s done it," Seraphina whispered. "He survived the trial."

Then the sky split open. A beam of red light crashed into the mansion.

Lucien stepped out—nude, crowned, eyes glowing.

He said nothing.

But the world shuddered.

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Far away, in a prison beneath the ocean, another figure stirred. She was chained in starlight, skin cracked with divine ruin.

Her eyes opened.

"My son... lives?"

> [SYSTEM NOTICE: PRISON SEAL COMPROMISED — ENTITY: SCARLET MOTHER — INITIATING RELEASE SEQUENCE...]

The chains began to break.

And the world would never be the same.

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