Meanwhile, after Breaton and Olissa arrived at The Celestian Airport, they went straight to his apartment. At the apartment, Olissa headed straight to the bathroom, feeling unwell. Unbeknownst to Breaton, she had taken a pregnancy test.
Breaton, still feeling a little tired, decided to rest. Just then, Buveur, his doppelganger, spoke up.
"Hey, Breaton, you're back! So, tell me, how was your trip?" Buveur asked with a smile.
"You should know; you were with me in my head the whole time," Breaton said.
"No, I wasn't. I separated from your body before you left. Didn't you notice you did not have any blood cravings or anything else unusual?" Buveur replied.
"You're right; I thought it was very quiet, but now I see why," Breaton said, realization dawning on him.
In the bathroom, Olissa anxiously waited for the pregnancy test results. After checking the test, her face lit up with a smile - the test was positive. She was going to be a mother.
"Finally, I've completed my task," she said with a smile. "Mother will be proud."
She stepped out of the bathroom and was surprised to see Breaton talking to someone who looked identical to him, with fangs and piercing red eyes.
"Breaton, who is this man? Is he your brother or a close relative?" Olissa asked out of curiosity.
"No, he's not my brother," Breaton replied. "He's the personification of the three vials you injected me with."
"I'm charmed to finally meet you, Miss Olissa Eills," Buveur said. "My name is Buveur de Sang, but you may call me Buveur."
Just then, a knock came from the door. Buveur remerged with Breaton before he answered it.
"Great, now that you're back, I can feel those cravings again," Breaton said with a sigh.
Breaton opened the door to find a young man dressed like a butler, with pitch-black eyes and he had horns protruding from his head.
"Good evening, sir. Are you Mr. Breaston Good-heart by any chance?" the young man asked.
"Ah, my name is Breaton Good-heart, if that's who you're looking for," Breaton said with a frown.
"Well, then, Mr. Good-heart. My name is Asdem. I was sent here to find you by the request of my lord. He would like to extend an invitation to you to join him for dinner," Asdem said with a slight bow.
Breaton's eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded Asdem. "Who is your lord, and why does he want to meet me?"
Asdem's expression remained neutral. "I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to disclose that information, sir. My lord prefers to reveal himself and his intentions in person."
Breaton's frown deepened, but his curiosity got the better of him. "I see. And what makes your lord think I'll accept his invitation?"
Asdem's bow was slight, but precise. "My lord is confident that you'll find his proposal... enlightening, sir. Tell me, are you aware of a young lady by the name of Merry Winco?"
Breaton's eyes flashed with anger as they turned completely black at the mention of Merry's name. He rushed forward, grabbing Asdem by the throat, and slammed him into a wall.
"Where is she? What have you done with her?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.
Asdem just laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're strong, I'll give you that. But if you kill me, you'll never find her. Not to mention, you'd be making an enemy of my lord."
Breaton pulled Asdem closer, his grip tightening, before suddenly dropping him to the ground. Asdem landed with a thud, dusting himself off as he stood up.
"Now that we're done with the formalities, shall I escort you to the dinner?" Asdem asked, his expression serene once again.
Breaton's anger still simmered beneath the surface, but he knew he had to play along – for now. "Let's get this over with," he said, his voice cold. "Take me to your lord."
Asdem smiled, a hint of anticipation in his voice. "Right this way, Mr. Goodheart."
"Breaton,Wait!" Olissa shouted. "I'm coming with you" she said
Breaton turned to Olissa, his eyes still flashing with anger. "Stay here, Olissa. This doesn't concern you."
But Olissa was already moving towards him, her expression determined. "No, Breaton, I'm coming with you. This man is a demon, and I don't trust him."
Asdem's smile grew wider. "Ah, how perceptive of you, Miss...?"
"Olissa," she replied, her eyes fixed warily on Asdem.
"Ah, yes. Well, in that case, please, join us. The more the merrier, I suppose," Asdem said, offering his arm to Olissa.
Olissa ignored his offer, instead falling into step beside Breaton. "Let's go," she said, her voice firm.
Breaton's eyes flicked to Olissa, a mixture of gratitude and concern in his gaze. He nodded slightly, and together they followed Asdem out of the apartment, into the unknown.
As they walked, the city lights seemed to grow dimmer, and the air thickened with an otherworldly energy. Asdem led them to a sleek black car, and opened the door for them.
"Please, get in. My lord awaits," Asdem said, his smile growing wider.
Breaton's eyes narrowed, but he gestured for Olissa to get in first. She slid into the car, her eyes fixed on Asdem. Breaton followed, his movements fluid and controlled.
Asdem got in beside them, and the car door closed with a soft thud. The driver, a figure shrouded in shadows, started the engine, and they glided through the night, bound for a destination unknown.
The silence in the car was palpable, with only the hum of the engine breaking the stillness. Breaton's eyes never left Asdem, his mind racing with possibilities. Olissa's hand crept into his, a gentle squeeze a reassurance.
Asdem started chuckling. "Man, if looks could kill, you'd have already burned a hole in the my head by now," he said, chuckling.
Breaton's intense gaze didn't waver, his eyes still fixed on Asdem with a mixture of anger and suspicion. Asdem's laughter only seemed to fuel the tension in the air.
"Almost there," Asdem said, still smiling. "My lord's estate is just ahead."
The car turned a corner, and a grand mansion loomed into view. The building was imposing, with towering spires and turrets that seemed to stretch up to the stars.
"Welcome to one of my lord's humble abodes," Asdem said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.