BANG!
The Duchess slammed a fist against the ground again and again, until her wrist was suddenly caught.
"That's enough," the Duke said calmly.
"Let go!" The Duchess ripped her hand away, her gaze filled with murder.
"He's dead. Leave it be."
"It's not enough for what he did to me!"
"This isn't enough for you to be so enraged by. This is a Charysm, not an Incubud. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I am the Duchess!" she said, furious.
"And you had your fun, then killed him by your own hands. Was there a need to continue carrying around such anger? Plus, it seems that you've awakened your True Blood. This was a blessing in disguise. Maybe there's something about the charm of a Charysm that allowed you this chance…"
Sylas was wrong. Well… in part.
The abilities the Duchess displayed were, indeed, the abilities of the Sanguara. The legends of super strength, speed, and charm were the foundational aspects of all vampires, and the Sanguara's bloodline perfectly embodied this.
