#chapter232: Ritual

“G-Grandfather?” I asked horrified. “Yes,” Marius said, his voice turned soft as he looked down at the man. “My dearest… dumbest brother, the vampire king himself. Lucien, the Bloody.” He laughed. “He always hated when I called him that… There couldn’t have been a gentler soul in the world…” I swallowed. “What does that mean?” He leaned on the casket. “Lucien wanted peace… He sought to follow the Goddess’ will and ensure that you filthy wolves lived prosperous lives on the other side of the divide… Allowing Solare to feed off of the magic and wonder of Lunae…” He tilted his head. “But his benevolence was his undoing. You wolves grew greedy.” “That’s not true! It’s— “ “What would you know?” He asked, blinking at me. “You’re barely of age. That pet of yours is barely off the teat. None of you were alive when his forefather marched into Lunae and tried to kill Lucien.” He shook his head and turned. “I warned him. I warned him that you wolves, so fallen from grace, so grac