Richard was standing next to his screaming wife, holding her hand as she pushed to give birth to their child. This had been going on for hours and Richard got more anxious as time went on; He could only pity his wife as he imagined what she was feeling.
Richard knew his wife would be fine, they were Essence cultivators; The people who are descendants of The Angels. A hand was put on Richard's shoulder, the hand had a black and white weight scale on it. This hand was his childhood friend, Kate's, hand and brand. She was a descendant of The Ordos, a group of incredibly strong Soul Cultivators. Next to Kate was her husband, John, who was also Richard's other childhood friend, he was also an Ordo.
Richards attention was taken away from his childhood friends when he heard his wife let out a tired but relieved breath of air. He looked towards the Midwife and saw her holding a baby.
The first thing that struck Richard when he saw the baby was it's bright blonde hair, like golden silk flowing out of the baby's head. The second thing he noticed was that the baby was unusually quiet but he knew it was alive because it was moving around. The last unusual thing he noticed was that the baby was quite big, Richard couldn't believe that his wife had pushed something that big out of herself.
The baby was considerably bigger than his childhood friend Kate's daughter, but he looked down at the genitals and saw that it was a boy and Richard just guessed that he was gonna be a pretty big man when he fully grew up.
The midwife passed the baby to his wife, Joan. When she took the baby, she looked at it with immense amounts of love and affection.
"Let us call you Viktor." His wife's worn out and tired voice spoke to the baby and also to Richard, who nodded at the baby's name, as he agreed with it.
The room had a good atmosphere with Kate and John teasing Richard and Joan by saying their children would get married to each other later in life, with Richard laughing at the idea, obviously too happy to care about the teasing.
"AhhH! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!" Richard's head shot towards where his wife was looking; It was at their child's eyes. They were red, like blood.
Richard's face paled as his previous happy feelings were replaced with disgust and hatred. He solemnly looked towards the tall man with blonde hair who had been leaning against the wall this entire time. He wore a black army uniform with red lines down to the side of the arms and red lines along the buttons on either side of the uniform, along with the uniform was a pure black army cap and a trench coat, with the same color scheme as his uniform, draped over his shoulders.
He was a high-ranking officer in the Army of the Empire of Franz; The Empire their clan lived in.
"Take that savage beast away with you, please, Andrei." Richard's voice was incredibly sharp at this point, he had been humiliated by this beast being born from his wife.
"You haven't even checked its brand yet, tell me what it is, Mr.Smith." Unaffected by Richard's sharp voice and lack of respected, Andrei spoke in a calm and deep voice.
Richard realized who he was talking to and meekly nodded his head, he admonished himself but mainly the child for his outburst. He looked at the child's right hand and saw a dragon's head roaring at the sky. It looked incredibly mighty and gave off an ancient feel full of vitality and power but this was blocked out by Richard's disgust for the brand and therefore the child itself.
"It seems to be some kind of Dragon brand and guessing by how big the savage is, it's a Drake Type." Richard's voice dripped with hatred and disdain when he spoke about the brand that was on the child's hand but Andrei's eyes seemed to light up when he heard which brand it was.
He walked towards the child and took off his trench coat and picked up the big child and wrapped it in the trench coat. He then left the room and then the building. Once outside he got into the vehicle waiting for him and nodded his head to the driver.
As they drove off, a squad of people clad in black body armor walked into the building with high-power machine guns. Soon after gunshots went off on the floor where Viktor's parents were.
Meanwhile, in the car, Andrei looked into the baby Viktor's blood red, slit pupil's eyes and spoke to him. "How are you doing, kid?" The baby Viktor giggled and tried to grab Andrei's nose eliciting a smile from the grown man. "Good. Well, I'm gonna be honest. Your parents were cunts, so I got you off of them and I've decided to adopt you. I'll do my best in raising you to become the best soldier for the glory of the Empire." Although Andrei spoke with a calm voice, his eyes for full of fervor and excitement for what Viktor would accomplish in the future.
10 years later~
Viktor woke up and turned to his bedside table and shut his alarm off. He sat up and dragged his hands across his face.
'That dream again?'
Viktor had been having a recurring dream at least once a month with the worst cases being up to seven times a month. Of course, he knew it wasn't a made up dream; It was all real. His parents hated him because he was a descendant of The Fae or "The Beasts" as most people so-aptly call them.
His only saving grace on that day was that his adoptive father Andrei was there to pick him up.
And he couldn't make sense of the words at the time but looking back on it, Viktor agreed with Andrei on the fact that his parents weren't that nice. The question had plagued him his entire life; Why did it matter that he was a Bloodline Warrior instead of an Essence Warrior or a Soul Warrior?
Viktor shook his head to clear it of all the bad feelings and stood up.
Fae-descendants were usually bigger and taller than most normal people but Viktor was even more so. Even though he was only 10 years old, he was about the same height as a 13/14-year-old, causing a lot of people to mistake him as someone much older.
This was because of a mixture of two things. One, his high-density bloodline, and two, because he'd just entered puberty. Fae-descendants develop quicker than Angel or Ordos descendants, hence them entering puberty a year or two earlier than them.
Viktor put on some black cargo pants and a white tank top as he jogged to the training ground.
When he arrived, he saw Andrei waiting for him. "Ah! Heya kiddo, I was just talking to you with my friend, Sasha, here. She wants you and her daughter to be paired together." Andrei winked at Viktor causing him to blush; he knew what Andrei was hinting at.
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Viktor looked to the left of Andrei where Sasha was standing. She was a tall beauty, at around 6", with long black hair and blue eyes. She seemed to had a confident smirk on her face, as if she could take on the world.
"Hello there, Little Viktor, it's a pleasure to meet you. Tanya, come out!" Sasha started off in a gentle voice as she spoke but it was soon gone as a loud, commanding voice took over. After she spoke, a small petite, blonde girl stepped out from behind Sasha.
Under the burning gaze of Sasha, the blonde girl looked into Viktor's eyes and introduced herself "Hello, I'm Tanya, I'm her daughter. It's good to meet you!" she spoke with a red face and her ice blue eyes kept darting left and right. Viktor smiled to reassure her but it only served in making her redder "Hello Tanya, I'm Viktor, it's good to meet you too!".
"Well, I hate to break you two soon-to-be lovebirds up, but we've got to get to you two's bloodline awakening ceremonies!" Andrei came up behind Viktor and spoke in a teasing voice as he shook Viktor's shoulders. Sasha did the same to Tanya.
The Bloodline Awakening Ceremonies. Every Fae-descendant/Bloodline Warrior had to go to one of these to fully awaken their bloodline so it could change their body to fit the cultivation manual their bloodline would gift them.
They soon got there and saw a crowd of kids. Andrei lightly pushed Viktor towards the crowd, just like how Sasha did the same to Tanya. Viktor liked Tanya, she was a nice girl and it didn't hurt that she cute, so Viktor decided to hold the crowd at bay for her.
Even though he hadn't awakened his bloodline fully, his incredibly high Bloodline density boosted his physique quite a lot. If he were to go up against kids his age, it would take 10 or more of them to hold him down and even then he could still get up if he really struggled with his full strength.
Andrei and Sasha smiled as they saw Viktor pushing aside and holding the crowd back for the shy and timid Tanya.
Viktor could see that there were 10 lines that they were all being sorted into, these lines headed towards platforms where the awakening ceremony underwent. He and Tanya were heading towards the line 3rd from the left.
Groups of 20 were sent onto the platforms at a time and they sat down with their leg's crossed, they closed their eyes as a red mist rose from the platform and entered their nose, mouth and the pores of their body.
Soon, most of the kids were howling, roaring and yelling like wild beasts. They had their hands and feet on the floor and their posture looked incredibly similar to an actual beast.
Before they knew it, it was Viktor and Tanya's turn. They walked onto the platform and sat down next to each other. After about 3 minutes, the blood mist came up out of the floor. If Viktor had his eyes open, he'd see that there was a display screen with all his information on it. It seemed it would be able to tell what Bloodline he awakens.
As the blood mist entered them, Viktor could feel his heart beating harder and harder as his blood started to boil like there was a fire in his veins.
Inside his head, Viktor saw 2 massive Drakes. One was golden, with blue eyes and it was massive. It looked like a mountain of muscle like it was built to fight. The other Drake was red, with matching red eyes. It was massive like the Golden Drake but it seemed more lean and lithe but it gave off killing intent that seemed to eclipse the world as if it was born in the pits of hell.
Somehow Viktor knew what they were; They were a Golden Drake and a Blood Drake.
Both of the Drakes put their heads against each other and closed their eyes. The memory went black and went to another memory/vision and in this memory, both of the Drakes were protecting a Golden egg with Red lines stretching all over it.
Viktor knew that whatever was in that egg, was what started the Bloodline he had.
When the egg started to crack, Viktor felt his bloodline get stronger and more robust. As more cracks appeared on the egg, the more his blood boiled. Viktor knew that he didn't need to stay until the egg hatched but he felt that if he stayed there until the egg hatched, he'd enter a baptism of a Drake.
There were 3 kinds of Draconic bloodlines. They were Dragon, Drake, and Wyvern. Dragon Brands gave the user Psychic Powers such as telekinesis, telepathy and even precognition if the bloodline was pure enough. But they also get an element that they can control, for example, if they get a Fire Dragon bloodline, they'll get Pyrokinesis.
Drake's were the opposite and the owners of this brand/bloodline would be granted an incredibly strong body and an especially enhanced attribute such as speed, strength etc depending on the bloodline.
From what he'd read and what Andrei told him about Drakes, Viktor knew that Golden Dragons were the physically strongest out of the Drakes. People with this brand would have a stronger body than most Drake Bloodline users. The downside is they don't get any add-on abilities, as some Drake bloodlines give some kind of manipulation powers, like gravity or earth manipulation.
Blood Drake's, however, were the killing machines of the Drake race, they had the highest Vitality and Stamina and could fight and fight for days on end. This was attributed to their Blood Absorption ability, which lets them take their enemies blood and revitalize themselves.
Wyverns Brands gave the user both magical/psychic abilities alongside a stronger body but both of these would be inferior and weaker than they would be if they were a Drake Branded user or a Dragon Branded user. So it gave them a lot of versatility but in a one on one fight against a Drake, they'd be overpowered and the same goes for a Dragon.
*CRACK!*
Massive cracks were on the egg now and golden and red mist came out of the cracks and revolved around Viktor. The mist radiated power and gave off a feeling of slaughter, this was the aura of a Hybrid Drake, a Drake born out of a relationship of a Golden Drake and a Blood Drake.
Viktor knew the mist was waiting for the rest of the egg to crack open and Viktor wouldn't mind but the pressure it was giving off was insanely intense. It felt like there was a car pressing down on his back, pressing his body into the ground and knocking the air out of his lungs.
Since he was young, he'd been trained by Andrei in many different and harsh ways but this pain and pressure made that look like light exercise.
Viktor's eyes were completely bloodshot, like a wild beast as he clawed at the ground. He struggled and struggled. Even if he seemed like a nice kid, he was incredibly competitive and bloodthirsty when it came to someone trying to suppress him. He'd always hated it, the feeling of something thinking they're better than you, thinking that they're not a pathetic little worm and that you are.
Viktor, in his wild rage, pushed his body up and as he did, a massive crack split up the egg as a golden scaled arm came out of the egg. Its hand was also gold but its claws were blood red.
Viktor looked at the Drake struggling in the egg with his bloodshot eyes.
'It's like me. It only wants to break free and do what it wants.'
At this revelation, Viktor started struggling more and started scrambling to stand up like a wounded animal.
When he got one of his feet on the ground, another claw shot out of the egg, with it came more and more of the pressuring mist. But Viktor didn't care, he would break free, just like the Drake in that egg. Unbeknownst to Viktor, a Golden scale had grown on his chest, it seemed like a small sun, giving Viktor energy to go against the pressure holding them down.
'I refuse! I refuse to be held down! I am a Drake, I will NOT BE HELD DOWN!'
Viktor roared in his head as he bared his teeth in indignation. He slowly put his over a foot on the floor as he strained all his muscles to stand up. His veins were popping out of his skin like they wanted to escape his body and clothes were in tatters because of the pressure. His muscles were all bulging, betraying his real age as a 10-year-old, he looked like an incredibly athletic 14/15-year-old.
The Drake's head had popped out of the egg and was looking at Viktor keeping up with it, it was pleased that someone had finally got to this point. Even if Viktor didn't finish the ritual, it would still give him the inheritance.
Viktor didn't know this so he tried one last time and pushed with his legs as he lifted his head towards the sky and did what felt natural; He roared.
What came out wasn't the yell of a 10-year-old but the roar of an immensely powerful Drake. The egg was completely broken and all the mist, along with a drop of blood the size of a fist, went into Viktor's body, ripping it apart and rebuilding it to be the perfect vessel for the Inheritance; The perfect vessel to show the world that a new Golden Blood Drake had been born.