Under the pale glow of the moonlight, two figures crashed onto the floor together.
The slender female body landed directly on top of Lucas Kane, her curved silhouette outlined by the silver light spilling through the window. For a brief moment, neither of them moved.
Their faces were inches apart.
Lucas could feel the warmth of her breath.
Those soft red lips were dangerously close.
The faint scent of perfume mixed with the night air, and the flexible weight of the woman pressing against him made the moment feel strangely intimate.
Several seconds passed before they slowly pulled apart.
Lucas looked up at the woman still hovering over him. Even though half her face was concealed by a mask, the vivid red lips and the familiar gaze were more than enough for him to recognize her.
Patrina.
Catwoman.
Lucas was no saint who could remain unmoved while a beautiful woman practically pinned him to the ground. With a mischievous smile, he leaned forward slightly and greeted her in the most direct way possible.
If he didn't welcome a beauty like this properly, how could he possibly live up to the reputation of every time-traveler who came before him?
After a brief moment of contact, the two separated again.
"You're finally back," Patrina said softly.
Lucas raised an eyebrow.
"Breaking into a man's room like this isn't exactly polite."
Patrina tilted her head slightly, her eyes glinting playfully.
"But you seemed to be enjoying it."
Her tongue lightly brushed across her lips, a small teasing gesture that made Lucas's heartbeat quicken for a moment.
Lucas shrugged calmly.
"That's because I'm a normal man."
Pfft.
Patrina couldn't help covering her mouth as she laughed quietly. Her bright eyes lingered on Lucas as he slowly stood up and straightened his posture, trying to regain a serious expression.
"To be honest," she said with a teasing tone, "I thought you'd reject me, Lord Judge."
Lucas sighed dramatically and shook his head.
"Maybe I shouldn't have saved you in the first place."
The words sounded regretful, but the playful expression on his face made the joke obvious.
After a few moments of light teasing, the atmosphere gradually settled, and both of them naturally shifted the conversation back to more serious matters.
"So," Lucas asked casually, "did you come all this way just to ask me about the Blood God's whereabouts?"
Patrina shook her head.
"No. That's only the second reason."
She emphasized again that the real reason she came was simply to see him. Still, the playful expression faded slightly as she crossed her arms and frowned.
"Recently there have been rumors all across the East District," she said. "People are saying vampires have started appearing. And the one spreading those rumors… is the Blood God."
Lucas nodded calmly.
"Yes, those traces were left by him," he admitted. "But it wasn't intentional."
He spread his hands slightly.
"There are too many strange people in this world. Even the Blood God himself didn't expect the situation to evolve like this."
Lucas had no intention of abandoning the identity he had created.
The Blood God was more than just a disguise—it was a conceptual anchor for his future abilities.
Only by fully establishing the idea of a true vampire deity could Lucas eventually reach the highest level of power associated with that concept.
Until then, the legend had to continue spreading.
Faso and Harley represented the vampires who punished evil.
Kyle represented the darker side—the uncontrolled predator spreading fear under subconscious influence.
Together, these forces amplified the concept Lucas was building.
Because of this growing legend, the dimensional anchor connected to The Vampire Diaries had strengthened noticeably. Even the process of integrating new abilities depended heavily on how deeply that concept spread.
For Lucas, the conclusion was simple.
The myth had to grow.
"No matter what," Patrina said slowly, "the Blood God is still a vampire."
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Lucas with clear concern.
"I don't believe a creature that survives by drinking blood can truly be righteous."
She hesitated briefly before continuing.
"The vampires appearing lately seem to confirm that fear. Even if some of them are targeting criminals… it still feels like something dangerous is happening."
Lucas waved his hand lightly and chuckled.
"Relax. The Blood God will never stand on the side of evil."
At the same time, a quiet thought echoed in his mind.
But his descendants might.
Patrina shook her head.
"That's not what worries me," she said softly.
Her gaze softened slightly as she looked directly at him.
"What worries me is that someone like that might eventually become a threat to you."
Lucas blinked, slightly surprised by the concern in her voice.
Then he laughed.
"You don't need to worry about that," he said confidently. "The Blood God isn't the only Speaker of the Judgment Council."
Patrina fell silent for a moment.
Lucas himself was a little surprised by how strongly the Blood God's reputation had affected people.
If even someone as fearless as Catwoman carried doubts about that figure, then the average citizens of Gotham were probably far more intimidated.
After a moment, Patrina suddenly asked another question.
"What exactly is your position within the Judgment Council?"
Her eyes locked onto him.
She knew Lucas was the one Gotham had begun calling the Judge. But that title had been created by rumors and police speculation.
Lucas himself had never officially confirmed it.
Lucas simply laughed.
"Haha…"
Instead of answering directly, he deliberately changed the subject.
Patrina noticed immediately.
But she wisely chose not to press further.
Pushing too hard could easily ruin the fragile trust between them, and she had no intention of angering the only man she currently cared about.
Slowly, her slender fingers reached forward.
Her cool palm brushed lightly against Lucas's chest.
Wherever her fingertips touched, Lucas could feel a faint chill spreading across his skin.
The air between them grew warmer.
Their breathing gradually became heavier.
Lucas's thoughts drifted for a moment.
At a moment like this… shouldn't the man take the initiative?
Without even realizing it, he leaned forward slightly, moving toward those bright red lips once again.
But just as their faces drew close—
Whoosh!
A lightning-fast kick struck upward.
Lucas's balance disappeared instantly as his body crashed heavily back onto the floor.
Patrina had already jumped away gracefully, landing several steps back with perfect balance.
She smiled politely.
"Mr. Lucas Kane," she said calmly. "I'm not that kind of woman."
Before Lucas could respond, she spun lightly and leapt back toward the window.
In one smooth motion, she landed on the windowsill.
The moonlight framed her silhouette beautifully as she gave Lucas a playful smile.
Then she leaned backward.
And disappeared.
Lucas quickly stood up and walked to the window just in time to see her land smoothly on the street below.
She pulled her mask fully into place again before slipping into the shadows of the city.
Lucas watched the agile figure disappear into the night.
Above the rooftops, a bright crescent moon peeked out from behind drifting clouds.
A faint smile appeared on Lucas's face.
For some reason, his mood felt unusually light.
He returned to the bed and leaned back against the pillow.
During the past few days, he had repeatedly connected his consciousness to various vampires to monitor their actions. The constant mental strain had drained him far more than he realized.
Tonight was one of the rare times he felt truly relaxed.
Within moments, he fell asleep.
—
At the same time, in the center of Gotham, a noisy bar pulsed with chaotic energy.
Blue and green lights flickered wildly across the dance floor.
The thunderous roar of electronic metal music shook the walls as men and women with painted faces and strange outfits danced frantically beneath the flashing lights.
Faso walked calmly toward the bar counter.
Behind him followed a middle-aged man and a woman with heavy smoky makeup.
The bar owner noticed him immediately.
His eyes narrowed.
"Well, well," the man sneered. "Faso Cobblepot. You've got guts showing your face here."
Behind him, several large men with vicious expressions slowly gathered together.
Faso didn't seem concerned at all.
He casually swayed slightly to the rhythm of the music, his expression completely relaxed.
"Why shouldn't I come?" he asked calmly.
The bar owner let out a cruel laugh.
"So last time wasn't enough to teach you a lesson?"
He leaned forward slightly.
"You're just a kid from the Cobblepot family."
Faso shrugged.
"My father only cares about money, reputation, and business deals," he replied lightly. "Of course he wouldn't dare offend someone from the Sionis family."
The bar owner's smile turned colder.
"And you still dared to come here knowing that?"
Suddenly, the bottle in his hand slammed against the bar counter.
Crash!
Glass exploded into fragments.
Before anyone could react, the jagged remains of the bottle were already stabbing toward Faso's body.
The bar owner had attacked first.
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