Their nails grew to the size of a long sword as their jaws opened wide so suddenly that the sound of skin getting torn and bones cracking sounded in the luxurious room. Following that were maddened roars and immediate attacks. Their figures were brimming with intense murderous desires, telling the man that there was no way to save them. Even if he somehow cured them, would they be able to live with what they had become? No, it was a big fat no, and the man knew it.

He made his move and gave them all mercy by wiping them out with a single action. After corrupted ones died under the hands of the royal blooded handsome man, he turned towards the ones still alive and then looked at his child. He mouths some words, but the child who was just born was able to understand it.

Why my child? Why? The man's expression showed devastation. He had read the ancient records of his family, so he was able to discern everything wrong with this situation and realized that the cause of it was none other than his child. The others realized it too.

Currently, the child was no longer crying. Instead, the sight of blood and carnage made him so happy that he started to laugh, looking no less than a demon spawn held in his mother's shaking hand. The woman saw her sister dying, and she felt intense sadness assaulting her. Even now, she failed to realize that her newborn child was the one behind it all.

The men around the handsome man wanted to kill the child. The man glared at them and told them to back the fuck off, his eyes turning as red as finely-aged red wine. It was his family matter, and he would take care of it by his own hand. No one was allowed to harm his child. Most of them were loyal to the man, and they stepped back, but some merely pretended to do it. The moment the man's gaze turned away from them, they launched a sneak attack towards the child, wanting to end him.

However, they failed. With a single word from the man, they were all forced to their knees. Such was the might of the ninth king of the blood moon! The man knew what they were thinking of doing, and they were right to take such drastic action. He was in the wrong, and he knew that too. He knew if he let the child live, then what would come in the future would be the end of his race. But he was ready to wrong his entire race for the sake of his child. His wife had to go a long way to give this child, and she would never get pregnant. The child in her hand was his very first and also his last.

The man stepped towards the child. More than fifteen servants were kneeling behind him, unable to twitch even a single muscle. The woman saw him coming towards her or, more specifically, for her child. From the exchanges between the man and his servants, she realized they wanted to kill her child. She pushed him deeper into his embrace and turned her back towards the man. The sound of her crying reached the man. He embraced her from the back and whispered sweet words into her ears, helping her calm down.

After a while, he managed to assure her that he wouldn't harm the child. Almost as if the man's words carried the power to hypnotize her, the woman handed her child to the man. The man placed his hand on the head of the child who was laughing eerily. Instantly, the child's eyes closed, and he fell into a deep sleep. The child also forgot everything that had taken place. A single caress from the man also suppressed the curse to the back of his head. The man clicked his tongue, thinking that that wasn't enough.

Out of nowhere, six symbols appeared around them. At the same time, signs of aging appeared on the handsome man's face, and his three thousand strands of black hair turned white. He had aged in the blink of an eye. The six seals entered the child's forehead, sealing the curse in an unstable space.

After that, he gave the child to the woman he holds dear to his heart and moved towards the kneeling servants. A second after another passed as he calmly stepped past each of the servants. Using his powers, he erased their memories. The things that happened here mustn't reach the ears of the others, or else many will come for his child.

"Born under the crimson dawn, the child of the ninth blood moon.

Bringing along with it, a demon of time ancient.

The beginning of all ends, it shall be.

Race destroyed, galaxies destroyed, hell had long since arrived.

Destroy the seeds of evil before they grow up to become a tree, one of pure evil.

Kill it and show no mercy when doing so, or the end will come to swallow you all."

Days passed, the rumors that the child of the ninth king was born to destroy his race spread in the palace. Somehow, the news still got out. As if they were bees attracted to honey, dozens of royal blooded vampires came to put an end to his child. He refused to let them. A great fight ensued, and the man came out on top. Without any hesitation, he sealed the memories of his trustworthy friends.

Then, he started fighting his best friend.

Why?

He was the one who spread the reality of his child.

He was also a prophet of the blood moon race.

Even if he wiped out his memory, he would still be able to find out that his child was a threat and come to wipe him out.

The only way to keep his child safe was to kill his best friend.