Feeling the pull, Cel saw an endless expanse of crimson on the other side.
But as the blood on his skin became cold, as the scent was blown away by the wind…
He felt the pull dwindle and disappear.
Initially, he was panicked but in just a second, he calmed down.
In this calmness, he looked at the new memories.
They looked so real, yet there was a barrier separating him from his own. Most of the vision was blurry, only the flowing blood was crystal clear.
He tried to focus, but only a headache formed in his mind.
With a deep breath, he stopped his thoughts, focusing on the blood in his hand and the corpse in front of him.
The ground had become dirty. The coat's snow white fur gained red spots, and even the earthy puddles got a reddish color.
Just as he looked at this scene, he heard a voice come from afar, "Madam, please, don't go out! I will—"
The butler came out and saw his madam on the ground!
His brain stopped functioning, his actions slowed down.
"Madam!" he screamed as he rushed forward.
Putting his hand in front of her mouth, he tried to feel her breath.
"Your blood… although it's darker, it's still blood." Cel commented on the side when he saw the butler.
"Madam! Please wake up! You can't leave us!" the butler seemed to not hear him, all his attention on the woman.
His hands trembled as he tried to make sense of it.
A thought spread in his mind—
Yet, just as he was about to turn, a knife pierced his neck!
This time, Cel directly used the force of his falling to push down the butler, the tip to the ground.
In that moment, he felt the crimson pull again.
But it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
A manic thought spread in his mind.
His breath steadied as he gripped his knife.
Walking to the manor, he spotted a maid at the entrance. His right hand was behind him.
The maid asked him when she saw him, "What happened? Why did the butler scream?"
"Oh, mother just fell down. I was sent to tell you to prepare a bath for mother so she could clean herself!" Cel walked forward while explaining.
"Why didn't you say so earlier!" the maid frowned at him, then she realized she hadn't called him rightfully.
She was about to call him young master when she saw his hand jump forward!
It hit her belly right away.
"Ahh—" just as she started screaming, Cel put his hand on her mouth.
The maid's eyes teared up, a pleading look appearing on her face.
But Cel only smiled at her, "Did you prepare the warm soup I asked you when I went out?"
Stunned, the maid could try to nod, but Cel's grip only became stronger.
"You're lying." He looked at her with a grin, his excitement overflowing when he thought of the pull he was about to feel.
The maid bled out, her expression one of shock and fear.
When she died, as expected, Cel felt the pull of the crimson expanse.
But just as he felt this pull, he suddenly saw a second pull appear!
It was black like the night, as if about to consume everything.
He even saw small black dots on the maid's body. They flew in the direction of this pull.
Both pulls disappeared in a short time, yet this time, the blood pull remained for a second longer than before.
Cel was delighted, but he was curious. What about the memory? It only appeared when he killed his stepmother. What about when he killed the butler and maid?
Confused, he could only continue to try.
He entered the manor and saw no one.
"They didn't hear?" he asked himself, not understanding why. After all, the scream of the maid wasn't quiet.
Hiding his knife behind him, he walked forward.
"Hahaha, does the young master really think we'll get him some soup? Let's just drink it and register it under his name!" he saw two servants walking in the hallway to the kitchen.
Cel remembered he had told these two servants after telling the maid, thinking the maid wouldn't listen but that these servants would likely still do it.
Hearing them talk about him like he was some toy to play around with, he felt annoyed and angry.
His bloodlust lit up again—even if it wasn't for the pull he wanted to feel, now he wanted to kill them just like when he wanted to kill his stepmother!
He waited for them to pass the entrance.
Just as they crossed it, he jumped forward!
Before they could react, he already stabbed his knife precisely into the neck of one of them.
Taking it out, he stomped that servant's neck before slashing his knife at the other.
Huff Huff Huff
He took three deep breaths.
Killing them so quickly was exhausting.
The pull came and left just as quickly.
Barely recovering his strength, he went to his father's study.
He saw the last servant coming out of the room.
Her face was blushing while holding a small plate with a cake, glancing back to the study.
Just as he was about to close the door, using his last bit of strength, Cel jumped forward and stabbed his knife into her neck.
He missed the optimal point and had to hold her mouth until she died.
No sound was made.
"Close the door behind you." A voice came from the study.
Cel calmed his excitement that came with the pull, then opened the door a bit.
"Father, I wanted to ask something." He said as he stepped in slightly.
"Son, don't you see father working? I don't have time right now." His father said nonchalantly.
The displayed affection in front of his wife seemed to disappear.
"Father, do you not like me?" Cel asked in a quiet voice.
No answer came.
Cel stepped forward a bit more, arriving in front of his father's desk.
"Father," he was about to ask again.
"Cel, don't you see I'm working? Go play outside. I don't have time for you."
"Right now?" Cel asked, trying to complete the sentence of his father.
"I don't have time." His father repeated himself.
"Father, I think you need a break."
His father finally raised his head, but he didn't see his son in front of him.
Instead, he saw a little arm come from behind, hugging him.
He was just about to reach out and take the arm off—
Spllllt
Blood splattered as the knife entered the cold father's belly!