The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229: Chapter 229 : A Promise (4)

Lilith’s blood froze as Alex stood before her, death energy oozing from his body like an endless abyss. The mere pressure of it made her body tremble, her vampiric instincts screaming in terror.

In her mind, she cried out.

’Nyx... what is this power? I’ve never seen anything like it before!’

The primordial’s voice echoed back, sharp and shaken.

[ That power... it is not one mortals—or even gods—can wield except one. That is death energy, Lilith. A power none can command except Hades, the God of Death himself. ]

Nyx’s voice wavered.

[ It does not merely destroy. It erases existence itself. ]

A shiver ran down Lilith’s spine. She could not believe it. A boy her age wielding a force even she—chosen avatar of Nyx—couldn’t touch.

But as her body quaked, she smirked through the fear.

’So this is the hurdle I must cross. He’s the strongest... and I have to be the strongest, so no one can ever gave me the look that mother and father gave me that day ... it has to be him. I have to defeat him. I don’t care about the curse. I don’t care about mother’s clan, The upcoming danger, or anything. I only want to surpass him.’

Her blood sword materialized in her hands, her grip tightening until her knuckles turned pale. She bared her fangs.

’This submissive feeling... I’ll crush it. Even if I have to tear him apart.’

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[ **Flashback** ]

The Bloodmoon Empire.

From ancient times, vampires were cursed—unable to walk under the sun. At night, they were predators unmatched, but daylight reduced them to prey. The other races exploited this mercilessly, and vampires teetered on the edge of extinction.

Then came the Abyss. The abyssal legions struck the elves first—those who had pushed vampires closest to annihilation. The chaos forced all races to unite. But even in the alliance, vampires were deemed weak, unreliable, bound by their weakness of not a le to appear in the sun.

Desperate, they prayed. And Nyx, the Primordial Goddess of Night, answered. She blessed them with an avatar and granted them the ability to walk in sunlight.

At least—that was how history remembered it.

Lilith Noctis Bloodrose was born into that legacy. A princess with immeasurable talent, a genius who shattered every barrier before her.

Her father, Damon Noctis Bloodrose—the Blood Emperor—was whispered to be the strongest asset of the Alliance, a warrior who had defeated monarchs of every empire. Her mother, Catherine Astrea, came from the so-called "cursed clan," the Astreas—vampires who still could not walk in sunlight despite Nyx’s blessing and will die before they even turn 40 years old which was nothing before the life time of a vampire who usually lived atleast 150 years.

Catherine was a woman of breathtaking beauty—ashen-gray hair that cascaded like moonlight, and eyes the deep scarlet of fresh blood. Lilith had inherited her father’s midnight hair, but her mother’s piercing crimson eyes.

Strength was everything in the Bloodmoon Empire. Bastard or not, noble or peasant, only the strong ruled. And Lilith was the strongest. She crushed her siblings with ease, silenced every rival, and stood unchallenged as Crown Princess.

On the day her succession was announced, her father summoned her and Catherine to his private chambers.

They sat around a table, tension as thick as smoke. Damon’s presence was suffocating, his gaze as sharp as blades.

He spoke, voice cold as the void.

"Lilith. How do you feel?"

Lilith met his crimson eyes without flinching. "I’m happ—"

"Don’t lie to me," Damon cut her off, his tone brooking no disobedience. "Speak your honest thoughts."

Lilith let out a sigh, shoulders relaxing.

"There’s no challenge left here. Everything is too easy. I’ve decided—I will attend Zenith Academy."

For a long moment, silence stretched.

Catherine reached forward, her voice gentle, almost pleading.

"She’s still a child, Damon. Don’t press her so hard."

But Damon ignored her.

A rare smile curved across his lips as he said, "Good. As expected of my daughter.

I will approve but thays not the reason I called you here."

Then his eyes narrowed, his words deliberate.

" I know... she chose you, didn’t she? The primordial Goddess of Darkness."

Lilith’s crimson eyes flickered in surprise. For a moment, silence. Then she slowly nodded.

As Lilith nodded, a big smile crept onto his face as his cold aura shifted into something almost feral.

"Finally..." he said, his deep voice reverberating through the room. "Finally, after generations, someone in our family was found worthy enough."

He began laughing—low at first, then louder and louder until it filled the chamber like thunder.

"I knew it," he growled between laughs, "The Darkness... you wield is of purest form. The purest I’ve ever seen."

His crimson eyes glimmered with a rare kind of excitement as he leaned forward.

"So can you do it?" he asked. "Can you release the curse from your mother’s bloodline?"

Lilith blinked, stunned. Her father’s words dug into her like knives.

’Release the curse? From Mother’s bloodline?’

Damon continued, his tone almost reverent.

"You don’t know it yet, but at one time the Astrea clan ruled the vampires—not the Bloodrose clan. They were the progenitors of our kind. The first, the strongest. Their abilities were something no other clan possessed. That’s why you’ve inherited so much power. That’s why none of your siblings ever stood a chance against you."

Lilith’s eyes widened. She glanced at her mother, who, with a faint but solemn nod, confirmed everything.

Damon went on, his voice lowering to a near whisper.

"Their only weakness was the sun. And for reasons unknown, they were cursed to never walk in its light, even after the rest of us were freed. God knows why."

He met Lilith’s gaze as he continued.

"But you... you have Nyx by your side who freedom is from this curse. You’re connected to her. You’re the only one who can ask her to lift the curse. If not lift it, at least find a way."

For the first time in her life, Lilith saw her father and mother both looking at her with hope—not command, but hope.

She swallowed hard.

’They’re asking me... they’ve never asked me for anything. This is the first time.’

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