Rosalind

He looked at us and observed us. Then, he placed Art on the ground; I could still see the blood pouring out of him.

"Get away... from him," Lilith said, her vision now tinted with red.

"Hmm?" The man looked back at us, his glowing red eyes piercing through us. It was clear he didn't care about what he had just done."Get the hell away from my son!" Lilith screamed, her mana bursting out and sending waves of wind.

She rushed at the man in armor, her arm transforming into a weapon. "Ahhh!" she yelled as she swung the sword she had created.The man created a barrier that stopped Lilith's attacks, but she kept swinging and swinging. "Die, die, die!" she raged, furious at what the man had done.

He extended his hand, and a flash of light burst out. By the time we could see again, he was gone.

Lilith looked around until her eyes settled on Art. She immediately rushed to his unconscious body, dropping to her knees and holding his head to her chest as she cried in despair. "Don't do this to me, please don't die... my boy..." She kept referring to Art as "son" and "my boy," which confused me.

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I realized that she practically raised him, so she now fully sees him as one of her children. Maybe it doesn't matter if you're blood-related or not.

Aurora

"Miss Lilith, please, Artorian wouldn't want to see you in tears," I said, placing my hand on her shoulder.

I looked over at the bed where Art lay still unconscious from when we found him.

Lilith was hugging Lumina tightly. "Mama, brother doesn't want you to cry," Lumina said; by now, she had learned to use her voice.

Even though Lumina and I tried to comfort Lilith, her tears didn't stop as she silently cried.I heard the door open and smelled a familiar scent. I looked behind me to see a young girl, about nine, with silver hair and red eyes. She wore a fancy dress, something a noble would wear. Although her face seemed indifferent, her eyes couldn't hide the pain of seeing Art like this.

"My, my, is he still not awake?" she said in a sassy tone, but you could hear the pain in her voice.

"No, he hasn't, Seraphina," I replied. Seraphina was a girl Art had taken in and was raising.

She gently rubbed Lilith's shoulder with a smile, trying to comfort her. I looked at the doorway to see two other girls, Luna and Fren—both also taken in by Art.

It's been a week since Art lost consciousness.

"Miss Lilith," Seraphina said.

"What is it...?" Lilith whispered, placing Lumina down.

"I might have a way for him to recover—"

As Lilith heard that, she instantly looked at her. "Y-you do?!"

How... what way does she have? I don't know what to think of this."I can make... him into a vampire... If I do, he'll recover quickly. I know he won't be the same, but he'll be awake, and I'll help him with his new life as a vampire," Seraphina said.

Lilith stayed silent for a minute, then nodded, agreeing to Seraphina's help.

Seraphina looked back at Art's unconscious self. She gently moved his head and bit into his neck, her fangs piercing his skin. She pulled back, a bit of blood on her lip, which she wiped away.

She then bit her own arm, sucking her blood until her cheeks were filled. Returning to Art's neck, she transferred the blood into him.