Infinite Skin System: Starting as An Eldritch Knight-Chapter 71: Dracula’s Bride
"Spare me..." The words hardly escaped Harry’s throat.
"I would. Unfortunately, you have wronged my son."
Carter flicked Harry’s forehead. His entire head exploded into a million pieces. The blood and flesh stopped a few centimeter away from Carter and couldn’t touch him.
With the death of Harry, the other Undead were released of his control. They were still frozen by Carter but they didn’t want to attack Philip anymore.
Carter waved his hands and released the Undead from the Blood Froze. They were able to move again.
The Mindless Undead started their usual routines and began to walk around without purpose.
The Pale Undead, however, still stayed in the same position. They didn’t know what to do or how they should react.
Philip showed them the way. The vampire knelt down in front of Carter.
"Father!" He said.
The other Pale Undead knelt down as well. They were survivors. That how they lived under Harry. And that how they would live under this new beautiful Undead.
"Hmm. Lowly Undead." Carter walked forward and looked at each of them. "Philip!"
"Yes, Father?"
"I allow you to take brides and children. But they must not taint our names. Choose your family wisely. Because they too shall represent the name of Wampyr."
"Yes, Father." Philip smiled.
He inherited Dracula’s powers. Naturally, he could also make new vampires. But his powers had already a degraded version from Carter.
So his offspring would be a downgraded version of Philip. The lower in the family tree a vampire, the weaker it would be. A perfect natural way to keep the vampire number in check and keep them in control.
Dracula approached the steel gate once more. It opened without him saying anything.
There stood an Undead. A beautiful one. Delilah the Pale Lady.
Delilah preserved her body extremely well. She was as smooth as a living person and she had no visible scars on her.
The Pale Lady bowed down like an obedient servant when she saw Carter.
The pale man approached her. He smiled knowingly.
"Why did you open the gate?" Carter said.
"To welcome you in, Master."
"Why do you call me Master?"
"To show you that my loyalty now lie with you, Master."
"I like an intelligent woman."
Carter approached Delilah. He caressed her face gently.
"Such a fine specimen. You must have done a great amount of work to keep this body so whole."
"I did, Master. But I am not perfect. I did many procedures in the past."
"What kind of procedures?"
Delilah smiled. She stepped out of her dress without shame and turned her back to him. There was a visible scar on her spine going from neck all the way to her bottom.
"I suffered my own types of injuries as well, Master. But I replaced my skin. I replaced it with younger, fresher skin from the living."
Dracula smiled deepened. Carter had really gone method with this character. He bathed in the sinister and cruelty this character might have.
He understood what Delilah was doing. She’s showing everything to Carter without hesitation and answering every questions with earnest honesty. In the hope that she might be spared.
Delilah already knew that she stood no chance again him. If Philip was already that powerful, Carter must be unstoppable.
Carter grabbed her from behind and sniffed her neck.
"Clean, fresh skin. Wonderful work I must say. But it’s only fake. It’s not yours. How about having your own skin back, my dear?"
"Master?" Delilah trembled gently.
"In my family, there are no slaves. Unless you are those lowly Undead of course. You are still one of them. I can make you whole. I can make you better."
Delilah moaned just from the thought. "I’ll do anything!"
"I already told you... I like intelligent women. Do you want to become my first bride."
"Are you proposing?" Delilah’s voice was soft and seducing.
"Yes or no?"
"Take me..."
Carter bit into her neck. Her fake skin fell off and revealed the true horror beneath. Delilah lived very long. She couldn’t avoid her body being damaged over the years.
But she found her own way to preserve herself. From that day on, she needed fake skin no more.
Delilah the Pale Lady had returned in full glory.
Her tissue regrew. Her skin reappeared. The fat, muscles, and complex structure of the body returned to the Pale Lady in the Field of Ghost.
Delilah obsessed with beauty because she was once the fairest of them all.
But time wasn’t kind to anybody. Even the Undead.
Delilah’s voluptuous body returned. Her smooth white skin that was her own returned. Her wig fell down and the full head of red hair sprouted from her head like newborn grass.
Her red hair reached her back and covered Carter’s from behind.
Delilah arched her back and ground on Carter. The feeling of being bitten by Dracula was addictive. It was the best sensation she had ever felt.
"I am yours, my love." She said.
Dracula picked Delilah up and walked into the Field of Ghosts. She had her own kind of palace. It was an acceptable white castle made from the crude hands of Undead. It was the best she could do with her Undead Control Ability.
"This place is horrible, Delilah." Carter said.
"I’m sorry. I will make the servants rebuild it." Delilah hid her face inside Carter’s chest.
Carter lifted her chin up. "Don’t say sorry when you have no fault. We will rebuild this and make it a proper for the Pale Lady. But now. There are more important things at hand."
"What things..." Delilah’s voice was as warm and soft. Her cold skin didn’t feel that uncomfortable on Carter’s own cold skin.
"Our reunion."
Carter waved his hands. All the Undead left the White Castle and stayed far away.
The pale man with dark hair carried his pale lady into the White Castle and disappeared within its shadow. That day, the Pure Blood used to recall it as the Reunion of the Pale, when the true Master of the Undead returned to Anglas and picked his first bride.
Their sons and daughters talked fondly about it. And how the voices of Dracula and Delilah echoed throughout the halls of the White Castle for days on end.
They were rather... passionate.
