Vampire Progenitor System-Chapter 36: Evolution 2

The moment Lucifer pressed YES, the room dimmed like the air itself had stopped moving.

Then—

BOOM.

A pulse of dark red energy exploded from his chest, slamming into the walls like a shockwave. The mirror shattered. The lights flickered, then died. Silence. Stillness.

And then—pain.

Lucifer doubled over, clutching his chest as something deep inside him twisted. His veins lit up beneath his skin, glowing crimson like fire trapped in glass. His knees hit the tiles. He gasped. It felt like his blood was boiling, like his body was being remade from the inside out.

"Nghh—what the hell...!"

His back arched. His muscles tightened. His bones cracked—not breaking, but shifting, stretching. He felt his spine lengthen, his limbs reshaping. Taller. Leaner. Stronger.

His skin paled just slightly, but it wasn’t sickly—it was flawless, like porcelain touched by moonlight. His hair, dark and messy, ignited in a blaze of red—deep, burning red, strands glowing faintly like embers in the night.

His eyes snapped open—no longer just red.

Now they were crimson voids, darker than blood, rimmed with shadows that shimmered with power.

Lucifer groaned, gripping the sink for support. His reflection blinked back at him from the shattered glass—longer lashes, sharper jawline, lips curved in a lazy smirk that could melt hearts or stop them entirely.

He didn’t just look good.

He looked... dangerous.

And then came the final wave.

It hit like a heartbeat from the underworld. His aura erupted, flooding the room with pressure. The ground beneath him cracked. Every shadow stretched toward him like they knew who he was now.

DING!

Evolution Complete.

You have become: Full-Blooded Vampire (Progenitor Class).

New Traits Unlocked:

Progenitor’s Aura: All vampires instinctively recognize your authority.

Perfect Allure: Physical charm that disrupts the minds of mortals.

Bloodbound Dominion: Create loyal vampire thralls with a single bite.

Eternal Core: You can no longer age, and your energy is infinite at night.

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Lucifer stood still, breathing hard.

Then he laughed. A low, breathless chuckle that echoed in the dark.

"Holy sh*t... I look like a villain in a dating sim."

He stepped back from the broken mirror, eyes scanning himself. His clothes clung to a more defined frame now—broader shoulders, tighter waist, every movement smooth, cat-like.

His smile widened as he flicked his red hair out of his face.

This wasn’t just an upgrade.

He was the bloodline now. The original. The alpha.

And as the night wind slid through his open window, something stirred deep in the city.

Monsters paused. Creatures of the dark turned their heads.

Their king had awakened.

The air was still buzzing, thick with power and shadows curling along the edges of the walls. Lucifer stood in the center of it all, shirt slightly torn, red hair glowing in the dark like dying embers. He cracked his neck and raised a brow.

"...Alright, let’s see what the hell just happened to me."

With a lazy swipe of his hand, a glowing red interface blinked to life in front of him.

Sharp. Sleek. Blood-tinted.

His system had changed too—like everything else.

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SYSTEM INTERFACE

Name: Lucifer (Surname Unknown)

Race: Full-Blooded Vampire (Progenitor Class – Lust Demon Hybrid)

Level: 20

EXP: [2,050/10,000]

Bloodline: Progenitor Bloodline – Complete (Merged with Primordial Lust Demon Bloodline)

Title: King of the Crimson Night | First Lustborn | Shadow Sovereign

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HP: 7,800/7,800

MP: ∞ (Nighttime Regeneration Active)

Stamina: 4,200

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Stats:

Strength: 85

Agility: 92

Endurance: 77

Intelligence: 63

Charisma: 120

Luck: 38

Stat Points Available: 50

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New Skills Unlocked:

Blood Manipulation (Advanced):

Bend blood like a weapon. Your own, your enemies’, the blood in the air—everything is yours. Form weapons, armor, tendrils, even stop hearts with a thought.

Shadow Step (Vampiric Form):

Slip through shadows in an instant. Distance doesn’t matter—if there’s a shadow, you can be there.

Vampire Magic: Crimson Arcana

Dark, elegant spells powered by blood and lust. Drain life, charm minds, call forth familiars of the night.

Crimson Seduction (Hybrid Trait):

Your presence alone can cloud judgment. Direct eye contact can enchant or control, depending on the target’s willpower.

Lustborne Flame (Hybrid Skill):

A passive aura that heats the blood of those near you—literally. Causes desire, weakness, and hallucinations in lower-level beings. Deadly in close range.

Bloodbound Dominion (Progenitor):

Turn mortals—and lesser vampires—into loyal thralls with a single bite. Your control is absolute.

Eternal Core:

You don’t age. Your mana restores instantly at night. Physical fatigue barely exists anymore. You’re a nightmare that doesn’t sleep.

Progenitor’s Aura:

All vampires instantly submit. The lower-ranked ones kneel without thinking. Even hybrids tremble in your presence.

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Lucifer dragged in a breath, a crooked grin crawling across his face.

"...No wonder everything got so damn quiet."

He flexed his fingers—small tendrils of blood coiled lazily between them like living thread. His shadow moved when he didn’t. Whispering. Breathing.

He turned to the window, staring into the dark city below. The streets pulsed with lights, but the night... the night was his now.

"Let’s play."

And with that, Lucifer stepped into the shadows—gone in a blink, leaving behind only a cracked floor, a broken mirror, and the scent of blood in the air.

Elsewhere

Somewhere far away...

A man sat alone in a vast, dark hall—his throne carved from obsidian, smooth like glass, cold like death. His eyes, blood-red and glowing faintly, opened the moment the air shifted.

He didn’t move. Just stared into the emptiness ahead as a low hum rippled through his blood.

"...Tch."

A pulse. Familiar... but higher. Older. Something deep in his bloodline stirred, almost like it was bowing.

That had never happened before.

His fingers tapped the armrest slowly. No fear. Just curiosity. And something close to respect.

"The mortal realm’s no longer quiet," he muttered under his breath. "The catalyst has awakened."

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Elsewhere, deep in the Northern Wastes...

A hulking man stood beneath the blood-red moon, half-naked, his skin covered in glowing runes that pulsed with power. Muscles coiled like boulders under his skin. His breath misted in the cold air as wolves howled in the distance—long, eerie, and restless.

He looked up.

"...We can’t sit on our asses anymore."

His voice was deep. Rough. Like gravel grinding against steel.

Behind him, a woman stepped out from the shadows, tall and lean, her skin shifting like smoke—the telltale sign of a skinwalker.

"The Wendigos are gone," she said quietly. "Wiped out. A hunter and a vampire worked together."

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"That fast...?"

The woman nodded.

He looked away, his eyes glowing with annoyance, maybe even concern.

"...Then it’s time we change everything."

He turned fully to face his war council—beasts, spirits, cursed bloodlines all gathered in silence.

"We bring the chaos to the humans now. Burn their cities. Spill enough blood to make those damn fogwalkers finally look this way."

His voice echoed like thunder.

The wolves howled louder.

The moon bled a little deeper.

War was coming.