Awakening Domination System: But I'm a Slave?-Chapter 323: Hunt [2]

Alaric watched as time accelerated.

Years compressing into moments, showing highlights, important scenes, the progression of life in isolation.

He saw Brandon grow from infant to toddler. Saw him take his first steps. Heard his first words. Watched him develop into a small child.

The boy wore something around his neck, a pendant. Teardrop-shaped gem on silver chain.

Thaddeus had given it to him shortly after birth, pressed it into tiny hands with words about protection and legacy.

I’ve seen that before, Alaric thought, frowning. Somewhere. Recently. But where?

The memory continued.

Brandon was perhaps four years old now, running through the grass outside the cottage, laughing with pure, uncomplicated joy.

His small legs carried him in erratic patterns, chasing butterflies, exploring, living.

"Elara! Elara, come on!" He called out, his voice high and eager.

A smaller figure toddled after him, maybe one or two years old, still unsteady on her feet but determined.

A girl with the same black hair, the same crimson eyes.

His sister.

Elara giggled and tried to follow her brother. She stumbled, caught herself, kept going with single-minded determination.

"Bran...wait..." Her words were still half-formed. Baby babble mixing with actual speech. "Wait—me!"

Brandon looked back, saw her struggling, and immediately slowed down. Circled back to take her tiny hand in his. "Come on, Ellie. I’ll help you."

They walked together. Brandon matching his pace to his sister’s, patient despite his clear desire to run and play. Protective even at four years old.

Serana sat on the cottage steps, watching her children play with smile that carried equal parts joy and weariness.

She looked older now, not physically, but tired.

The kind of exhaustion that came from years of constant vigilance, of waiting for the other shoe to drop, of knowing safety was illusion maintained through luck rather than security.

Her black hair was pulled back in simple braid. Her crimson eyes tracked her children’s movements with maternal attention. Her hand rested unconsciously on her stomach, habit left over from two pregnancies.

She smiled as Brandon helped Elara navigate a small stream, both of them laughing as they splashed through shallow water.

This is good, her expression seemed to say. This is worth everything we sacrificed. As long as they’re safe, as long as they’re happy—

"SERANA!"

Suddenly, her head snapped toward the voice.

Thaddeus was running toward them from the forest’s edge. His eyes were wide with terror.

Serana’s smile died instantly.

She was on her feet in heartbeat, moving toward her children, scooping them both up despite their protests.

"What’s wrong, Mama?" Brandon asked, his small voice confused.

Elara just clung to her mother, sensing the sudden tension, her smile fading.

Thaddeus reached them, breathing hard. His hands found his children, pulled them close, his arms wrapping around all three of his family members at once.

He looked at Serana over their children’s heads, and his expression was devastated.

"They found us," he said quietly.

Serana’s eyes went wide. Her entire body going rigid.

No. No no no—!

The words repeated in her mind like prayer. Like denial. Like desperate attempt to unmake reality through sheer force of will.

"What’s wrong, Papa?" Brandon’s voice was smaller now. Scared. "Why are you scared?"

Elara buried her face against Thaddeus’s shoulder, her small hands gripping his shirt. "Daddy?" Her voice was tiny. Uncertain.

Thaddeus kissed both their heads, long, desperate kisses that spoke of father trying to memorize the feeling of his children in his arms.

"Nothing, little ones," he lied with smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Everything’s okay. We’re just... we’re going on a trip."

He looked at Serana again. "Take only what’s essential. We leave now. We have maybe ten minutes before—"

She was already moving. Into the cottage. Grabbing what little mattered.

And the summoning pendant. The artifact Lilith had given her years ago for exactly this emergency.

She activated it while grabbing supplies. Poured essence into the carved symbols. Felt them pulse, felt the connection trying to establish... but—

Nothing happened.

She tried again.

Nothing.

The artifact remained inert. Dead. Like the connection had been severed.

No. Please. Lily, I need you!

She emerged from the cottage, her face pale, her hands clutching supplies and the unresponsive pendant.

"Did you inform her?" Thaddeus asked, his voice carrying hope he was trying desperately to maintain.

"I’m trying," Serana activated the pendant again, right in front of him, showing him the lack of response. "It’s not working—"

Thaddeus’s jaw tightened. His eyes tracked toward the forest where danger approached.

"Let’s go," he said flatly. "We don’t have time to figure out why. We move. Now."

They ran.

Thaddeus carried Elara against his chest. Serana held Brandon’s hand, pulling him along as fast as his small legs could manage.

Behind them—distantly but drawing closer—the sounds of pursuit.

Serana kept trying the pendant. Activating it between breaths, between steps, between moments of terror. Each attempt met with same dead silence.

Why isn’t it working? Why won’t she come?

Brandon ran beside his mother, his small face set with determination despite obvious fear. Elara clung to Thaddeus, crying now, her small sobs muffled against his shoulder.

"It’s okay, sweetheart," Thaddeus murmured to her. "It’s okay. Daddy’s got you. You’re safe—"

The lie tasted like ash.

They ran for the border. Toward demon territory. Toward the only place Malachai’s forces might hesitate to pursue. Toward Lilith’s domain.

Then eventually...

Vampire soldiers emerged from the trees ahead.

Not many. Maybe a dozen. But enough.

Thaddeus stopped, set Elara down carefully behind him, his blade materializing in his hand. "Serana, run!"

"Not without—"

"RUN!"

She grabbed both children and moved. Shadows erupting around her, creating cover, buying seconds...

Thaddeus engaged the soldiers. Bodies fell.

But more were coming. Always more.

Serana ran with her children, her shadows lashing out at soldiers who got too close. One fell, throat severed. Another stumbled back, blinded. A third took shadow-construct through the chest.

Thaddeus caught up to them, blood on his blade, more wounds adding to the collection he’d accumulated. "Keep going, the border’s close!"

They crashed through underbrush. Over streams. Through terrain that tore at clothing and skin. Behind them, the pursuit continued.

And then—finally—they reached it.

The border.

Marked not by signs or fences, but by feeling. The subtle shift in essence. The way reality itself tasted different here.

Open ground stretched before them. No cover. No patrols visible. Just empty space.

Figures emerged from the tree line behind them.

Many figures. At least fifty vampire soldiers. All wearing coalition colors. All carrying weapons. All moving with coordinated precision.

And at their head—

Malachai Drakenmoor stepped into view with casual confidence of predator who’d finally cornered his prey.

His blood-red eyes found them immediately. Found Thaddeus and Serana and the two small children they desperately tried to shield.

He smiled.

"Found you..." His voice carried across the distance with ease. "...Primordial."

He took a step forward. Then another. Moving slowly, deliberately, savoring the moment.

"Did you really think you could hide forever?" His smile widened. "That I wouldn’t eventually track down the last survivors? That I wouldn’t find where you’d been breeding?"

His eyes found Brandon and Elara. Studied them with uncomfortable intensity.

"You had children. How... sentimental."

Thaddeus moved in front of his family, blade raised, essence blazing. "You’ll go through me first."

"Yes," Malachai agreed simply. "I will."

He gestured to his soldiers.

And the final hunt began.