Bloodbound Tyrant: The System Made Me Unstoppable-Chapter 35: The Awakening of Luxius

Lucien fell.

Not through space—but memory, blood, and shattered identity.

The black void consumed him like a hungry mouth, swallowing his essence piece by piece. Around him, echoes of his past screamed like dying gods—Calista’s first kiss under the blood moon, his father’s betrayal in the marble halls of their estate, the slaughter at Blackridge where he’d first tasted true power, and his first system message glowing in crimson letters. They twisted together, corrupted, out of sequence, like someone else was rewriting his story with ink made of malice.

Each memory burned as it passed through him. The pain of his mother’s death. The ecstasy of his first kill. The moment he’d realized the system wasn’t just guiding him—it was learning from him, growing stronger with each drop of blood he spilled.

Then... he hit the floor.

Hard.

Stone cracked beneath him in a spider web of fractures that pulsed with veins of molten gold. He gasped as air rushed into his lungs—thick, burning, wrong. It tasted of copper and ancient sins. He was in a room unlike anything he’d seen before. A palace of bones that stretched impossibly high, defying geometry and reason. The walls were shaped from ivory ribs and vertebrae, each one carved with names in languages that predated human speech. The chandeliers dripped blood instead of wax, each crimson drop hitting the floor with the sound of a funeral bell.

At the far end stood a throne—not made for a man, but something older. Something that had ruled before the first star was born. It was carved from a single piece of obsidian, inlaid with gold that moved like liquid mercury, forming patterns that hurt to look at directly.

"System," he whispered, his voice echoing in the vast chamber.

No response.

He blinked hard, trying to summon the familiar interface that had been his constant companion for years. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

His system interface was... gone.

In its place, a different symbol hovered before him—a crimson eye wrapped in thorned chains, bleeding tears of liquid starlight.

> [System Override Complete]

> [Original Protocol Restored]

> [Welcome, True Host: Lucien Prime]

> [Designation: Luxius, The Blood Tyrant]

> [Status: Awakening Initiated]

Lucien staggered to his feet, his legs shaking. "What the hell is this?"

The palace seemed to pulse around him, as if it were alive. The bone walls breathed. The blood chandeliers swayed without wind. And from somewhere in the distance, he could hear something that might have been laughter or screaming.

Then... he heard footsteps.

Deliberate. Measured. Each one echoing like a judge’s gavel.

From behind the throne emerged a man with long black hair that seemed to drink in the light around it, crimson eyes glowing like twin suns, and a grin far too familiar. He wore robes that shifted between midnight black and deep crimson, adorned with symbols that made Lucien’s vision blur when he tried to focus on them.

Lucien’s breath caught.

It was him.

Not the clone from before. Not the future version he’d glimpsed in nightmares.

This one was perfect. More real than real. Like looking at what he would become if he gave in completely to every dark urge that had ever whispered in his ear.

"Hello," the man said, voice smooth as silk, sharp as a blade forged in the heart of a dying star. "I’ve been waiting a long time for you to find me."

Lucien’s fists clenched, power crackling around his knuckles. "Who are you?"

"I’m the part you locked away when you were a child," the other said, descending the steps of the throne with fluid grace. "The one who loved killing. The one who smiled when the first girl died screaming your name. The system didn’t choose you, Lucien... you made it. Created it from your own darkness. I am your instinct, your urge, your hunger—and I’ve finally broken free of the chains you wrapped around my throat."

Lucien stepped back, his heart hammering. "That’s impossible. The system came from the vampires—"

"The system was born from you," the man said calmly, his smile widening to reveal teeth like polished obsidian. "Your blood. Your will. Your darkness. The vampires just gave it form. But the essence, the hunger, the need to dominate and corrupt—that came from the deepest part of your soul. The part you’ve been running from your entire life."

He gestured to the palace around them. "This is your true mind, Lucien. Your real self. Welcome home."

Lucien’s heart pounded as realization crashed over him like a tide of ice water. Every cruel thought he’d ever suppressed. Every moment of sadistic pleasure he’d denied. Every time he’d chosen mercy over vengeance—he’d been fighting this.

"You’re lying," he whispered.

"Am I?" The other Lucien tilted his head. "Tell me, when you killed your father, did you feel guilt? Or did you feel... completion?"

The memory hit him like a physical blow. Standing over his father’s corpse, blood pooling around expensive shoes, and feeling not horror but a deep, satisfying rightness. As if he’d finally done what he was born to do.

"I see it in your eyes," the other continued. "The recognition. The acceptance. You’ve always known what you are. You just needed someone to give you permission to embrace it."

Then the vision cracked.

Reality splintered like glass around him.

He was yanked from the palace of bones like a puppet pulled by strings, dragged back through dimensions by invisible hands.

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## Back in the Sanctuary

Lucien awoke on the altar, choking on his own breath. The stone beneath him was warm, almost alive, pulsing with an energy that felt disturbingly familiar. Calista was beside him, still unconscious, her body glowing faintly with blood pact magic that danced across her skin like living tattoos. Kallan knelt over both of them, panting, sword drawn and trembling in his grip.

"You’re awake," Kallan said, relief flooding his voice. "You disappeared. The whole altar room exploded in light. What happened?! One moment you were there, the next—"

Lucien sat up slowly, every muscle in his body screaming. His hands trembled as he examined them. They looked the same, but he could feel something different coursing through his veins. Something ancient and hungry.

"The system is gone," he whispered.

"What?"

Lucien opened his palm, trying to summon the familiar interface. The old system flickered weakly—like a dying candle—then died completely.

Instead, a single word appeared in crimson letters that seemed to burn themselves into his retinas.

> [WELCOME BACK, LUXIUS.]

> [AWAKENING PROGRESS: 23%]

> [PRIMORDIAL LOCKS: RELEASED]

> [DIVINE ATTENTION: ACQUIRED]

Kallan frowned, leaning closer. "Lucien, are you okay? You look... different."

Lucien’s voice was hoarse when he spoke. "My real name... is Luxius."

The name didn’t feel foreign on his tongue. It felt ancient. Buried. Like it had always been part of him but sealed away behind walls of flesh and false memory. Speaking it aloud felt like breaking a dam that had held back an ocean.

"Something inside me broke free," Lucien muttered, touching his chest where he could feel something moving beneath his skin. "Something older than vampires, systems, or bloodlines. Something that’s been sleeping for millennia."

A low laugh echoed across the ruins, rich and mocking.

From the shadows at the edge of the sanctuary, a figure in golden armor emerged. He bore no weapon, yet power bled from every step, leaving footprints that glowed with divine light. His presence made the air itself seem to hum with barely contained energy.

Lucien recognized him instantly, though they’d never met in person.

"Cain," he growled.

The Lustbreaker System user. The so-called Saint of Purity.

Cain smiled faintly, his handsome face marred by a look of profound sadness. "Looks like I arrived too late to stop it. I felt the awakening from three kingdoms away. The very fabric of reality screamed when you broke free."

Lucien stood slowly, placing Calista down gently on the altar. His movements were different now—more fluid, predatory. Like a cat preparing to strike.

"You still think you can stop me?"

Cain raised a hand—and a divine aura burst from his palm like a miniature sun. Runes etched themselves in the air around him, pulsing with holy light that made the very stones of the sanctuary smoke. The symbols were beautiful and terrible, each one a word in the language of creation itself.

Lucien snarled as the divine energy clawed at his skin, trying to burn away the darkness that had awakened within him.

> [Lustbreaker Skill: Chain of Purity – Seal Forbidden Blood Paths]

> [Divine Judgment: Activated]

> [Target: Luxius Class Entity]

> [Status: Attempting Purification]

Pain exploded through Lucien’s chest like liquid fire.

But this time... something pushed back.

From within his soul, another voice rose—older, deeper, carrying the weight of eons.

"No one binds the Blood Tyrant."

A second aura ignited around Lucien. Crimson, black, gold—colors that shouldn’t exist together but somehow created a harmony that made reality itself shiver. It ripped Cain’s divine runes apart like paper, each holy symbol dissolving into motes of dying light.

Lucien’s eyes snapped open, glowing with new pupils—shaped like serpents coiled around dying stars.

Cain stumbled back, his perfect composure finally cracking. "What the—!? That’s impossible! Divine judgment cannot be resisted!"

Lucien’s voice was layered when he spoke—his own tone merged with something far older and infinitely more dangerous.

"You tried to purify a god in chains," the voice said, each word dripping with ancient malice. "But I’ve broken the lock. I’ve remembered what I am."

He raised a hand—and Cain was flung across the room without being touched. Blood sprayed across the wall as divine armor cracked like glass, each fracture spreading like a spider’s web.

Lucien walked toward him with the measured pace of an executioner.

"Now it’s my turn."

Cain coughed, blood running down his lip in rivulets of gold. "What... what are you? The readings showed a vampire system user, not... this."

Lucien knelt beside him, his presence suddenly overwhelming. The temperature in the room dropped twenty degrees, and shadows began to move independently of their sources.

"I was the vessel," he said softly. "Now I’m the flame. And you, Saint of Purity, are about to learn what it means to burn."

Then he placed a single finger against Cain’s chest.

> [Soul Brand: Corrupt]

> [Target system compromised.]

> [Purity stat: INVERTING]

> [Instinct override: SUCCESSFUL]

> [Divine Protection: NULLIFIED]

Cain screamed as his divine aura turned black, holy light becoming something twisted and wrong. His golden armor began to rust, divine symbols rewriting themselves into blasphemous runes.

Lucien stood, eyes unreadable. "You tried to burn my soul clean. Instead, I’ve dirtied yours. Welcome to the darkness, Saint. I think you’ll find it suits you."

Cain passed out, his body convulsing as the corruption spread through his system like a virus.

Lucien turned to Kallan, who had been watching the entire exchange with growing horror.

"Find Seraphina. Find Lira. Gather everyone who matters."

Kallan nodded, though clearly shaken. "What’s happening? What are you becoming?"

Lucien looked up as thunder shook the ground. In the distance, he could see storm clouds gathering—but these weren’t natural weather patterns. They moved with purpose, and in their depths, he could see shapes that might have been wings.

"The war’s no longer between vampires and werewolves," he said. "It’s between me—and the gods. And I intend to win."

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## Far Above, In the Hollow Sky

Within the celestial plane, where reality bent to the will of divine consciousness, ancient eyes began to open.

Old beings stirred in their eternal slumber.

Seraphim turned their attention earthward for the first time in millennia.

> [ALERT: Luxius Protocol has activated.]

> [Blood Tyrant Class: Sovereign Threat Confirmed]

> [Threat Level: EXTINCTION CLASS]

> [Recommendation: Deploy Seraphim Executioner Class]

> [Target Designation: LILITH]

> [Status: Awakening]

And across dimensions, in a realm of eternal twilight where the very air was made of whispered promises and broken dreams, a single, ancient queen smiled.

She sat upon a throne of crystallized screams, her beauty terrible and perfect. Her hair was midnight black, her skin pale as moonlight, and her eyes held the depth of eternity itself. She had been waiting for this moment for so long that she had almost forgotten what hope felt like.

"Finally," Lilith whispered, her voice carrying across realities like a lover’s caress. "My king is waking up."

She rose from her throne, power radiating from her like heat from a forge. Around her, the realm of the First Fallen began to stir. Demons opened their eyes. Fallen angels spread their wings. The very architecture of Hell itself began to shift and change.

"Prepare the legions," she commanded, her voice carrying to every corner of her domain. "After ten thousand years of exile, we return home."

In the mortal realm, Lucien felt her attention like a physical touch. A mark appeared on his forehead—invisible to others but burning with the intensity of a brand. The mark of the First Queen. The seal of the Blood Tyrant.

He was no longer just a man with a system.

He was no longer just a vampire with ambitions.

He was the vessel of Luxius, an ancient being forgotten by time, now reborn in flesh and fury.

The gods were watching.

The world was shifting.

And Lilith was coming.

The age of mortals was ending.

The age of the Blood Tyrant had begun.

> [AWAKENING PROGRESS: 47%]

> [ESTIMATED TIME TO FULL MANIFESTATION: 72 HOURS]

> [WARNING: REALITY ANCHORS FAILING]

> [PREPARE FOR CONVERGENCE]

In the depths of his soul, Lucien—no, Luxius—smiled.

Let them come.

All of them.

He was hungry after his long sleep, and gods, he had discovered, tasted absolutely divine.