Orpheus and Blacky had both left the room and were descending into the main hall of the manor where the governess, Isolde, was trying out some furniture. Angela was also there, dressed in a very extravagant outfit. Blacky found himself admiring her figure from top to bottom.
"Well now, young lady, where do you plan on going dressed like that?" Orpheus asked Angela.
Angela, annoyed, rolled her eyes.
"My friends and I planned a little get-together. Kyle is coming to pick me up," Angela replied.
"I see, but don't be too late. You need to be back by eight in the evening at the latest, and I'm serious," Orpheus warned.
Blacky stood there, arms crossed, watching their conversation. At the same moment, he heard the sound of a car engine outside, blasting its horn. It sounded like a Ferrari.
When Angela heard the vehicle's horn, she rushed outside, excited to have a good day with her friends.
Orpheus sighed, and now addressed Isolde Ritcher. "Isolde, I'd like you to do a small service for me," Orpheus said.
Isolde bowed as a sign of respect for Orpheus Sangrael. "Yes, what can I do for you, Sir Orpheus?"
Orpheus handed her a key that was enormous. It was undoubtedly the key to a special room, but Blacky was completely unaware of its significance.
"But Sir Orpheus, this is the key to..." the governess Isolde said, surprised.
"Yes, you understand perfectly, Isolde. Help Blacky Johnson develop his own dominance," Orpheus explained.
Isolde bowed again and acquiesced. "Understood, my lord."
Orpheus Sangrael then headed outside the manor, while Isolde asked Blacky to follow her outside. They left the manor and walked the length of the property.
Blacky could see a huge flock of crows that had found refuge in the trees on the Orpheus property. There was even a cemetery, which was grim.
The two arrived in front of a sign which indicated that in 10 meters, they would reach the building known as "the forbidden sanctuary." The Orpheus Sangrael property had two buildings: his manor and this so-called sanctuary.
What they were going to do there was completely unknown to Blacky, so he was rather anxious and uncomfortable.
They finally arrived in front of the sanctuary's door. Isolde took out the key and opened the lock of the forbidden sanctuary's door.
Isolde turned her head towards Blacky, who was not reassured. "Come on kid, come, I'm not going to eat you, you know," Isolde said, licking her lips.
"You did try to drink my blood, though, so I'm a little reserved with you," Blacky replied.
"Don't you fantasize about me, kid? Don't you want to take me from behind? Because I can feel your sexual urges for me."
Isolde was right. Blacky would probably not have admitted it, but she already felt it; her vampire intuition did not deceive her.
"What are you talking about? That's not true," Blacky denied.
Isolde began to snicker. "Alright, alright, no need to make a big deal about it. Anyway, we're here for something else."
The forbidden sanctuary was a place Orpheus Sangrael had set up to train without the curse contained within vampiric dominance affecting the terrestrial plane and humans.
Dominance is a power not to be underestimated, as its misuse can cause a necro-degradation of the air and the environment, affecting human beings and other vampires.
"The Power of Dominance is the innate aura of vampires, an invisible but palpable force that allows them to manifest and amplify their vampiric abilities," explained the governess Isolde, pausing for a moment.
"Conflict of dominance: only the strongest imposes his will. It's a bit like the vampiric hierarchy. The elders naturally dominate the young, and have the ability to subdue a lesser vampire through a bond of servitude," Isolde continued.
Blacky stood in the middle of the sanctuary, which was naturally empty; there was zero furniture. The information Isolde had just revealed to him seemed to be very valuable: if he wanted good dominance, he would need to know how this system worked.
So, he had a question that was bothering him. "I understand everything you're telling me, but how am I supposed to manifest dominance?" Blacky asked.
"At your level, you only need to master the first stage, as there are four stages of mastering dominance," Isolde explained.
"It's simple: since you are not a pure-blood vampire, I must push you to your emotional and physical limits so that you can manifest your dominance," Isolde continued.
After she finished explaining to Blacky, Isolde smiled and instantly plunged Blacky into a pocket illusion where he would relive a particularly brutal and inconceivable moment.
Isolde's ability was to play with the human subconscious. Blacky saw himself walking in a dark tunnel, wondering where he was. The tunnel had no physical substance; it was like walking in a completely dark void.
Blacky felt a loss of balance and collapsed to the ground.
But when he passed through the entire tunnel, he landed in a place that was familiar to him.
"This is my old apartment, what the hell am I doing here?"
As he walked through his apartment, leaving the central living room to head towards the kitchen, he suddenly heard the cries of a woman and men who seemed to be threatening her.
"Please, this is all the money I have. Spare my son's life."
"Mom?" Blacky said to himself; it was his mother's voice.
He rushed into the kitchen and witnessed a horror. The yakuzas from the other day were there, along with the man whose face he had disfigured, and they were in the process of slicing off his mother's head. Blood was gushing from her headless neck, then all her other limbs were cut off with inhuman violence. It was too much for him.
"Nooooo, no... Not again, I'm going to go crazy, argh, I can feel it."
Isolde, who was sitting and waiting patiently, could see Blacky's prostrate body emitting a red aura.
"Oh yes, that's it, kid, release your dominance."
The aura of dominance was so dense at that moment that an average human would have their internal organs dried out just by breathing the air where the energy of dominance circulated, because its necrotic nature contaminates any existing substance.
In Blacky's subconscious, he had killed all those criminals and was finally waking up. The sanctuary had magical properties that protected the outside and contained all the manifested dominance within.
But the aura emitted by Blacky was too enormous, and Isolde began to worry. Blacky's eyes were red and his vampire fangs had appeared.
"If I don't deploy my own dominance, his aura might overwhelm me. How is this possible? He's only at stage one, but it's already so powerful."
When a vampire tastes the effect of dominance for the first time, the uncontrollable urge to dominate another being is much more intense, especially if it's related to sex.
At that moment, Blacky wanted to dominate Isolde so badly that his physical abilities were beyond his usual limits. He lunged at Isolde and overpowered her, holding her by the shoulders.
Isolde trembled. "What are you doing?" she didn't even finish.
Before she could, Blacky was ripping off her governess outfit. Her maid's dress was torn away, and she was left with no clothes on, completely naked; even her lingerie had been torn off.
It was at that moment that, with an animalistic instinct, Blacky dominated Isolde, taking her from behind, doing insane things to her, railing her from behind like never before.
"Aaaaaah, damn it kid, control yourself. You're destroying me!"
Blacky wouldn't listen and quickened the pace until the moment he expelled his urges. He regained his lucidity, realized what he had done, and immediately began to blush.
"Shit, what have I done?"
The red aura was still there, around Blacky. He could finally feel the dominance permeating his body. He felt as if he could lift tons.
"This is extraordinary, all this power. So this is dominance? This is the first time I've experienced this; no doubt the necrotic sword accelerated my potential," Blacky tried to understand.
Isolde, who was completely exhausted, showed a smile. "Kid, maybe no one's ever told you, but... your stamina surprised me."
Blacky understood, in a way, what she meant, and he was embarrassed.