100 years have passed after Yrniel was split into 8 pieces, life continued, and the people of Yrniel continued to grow.
After the partition, the Union was completely dissolved, and no race communicated with each other, even if the two races were communicating with each other, it was because they were scheming something against each other.
However, there was an exception to this rule,
Dwarves.
This was the race that communicated with everyone.
Whatever they created was sold to other races, they basically had the monopoly over the market.
Their weapons were sold no matter how high their prices are.
Therefore, the Dwarven race had lots of money, a lot more than any other race.
However, they weren't the only ones that benefitted from this, humans benefitted from this as well, their land was the only land that was close to all others, therefore, they had the best trade routes, and the dwarves deliver their weapons to the humans and humans would sell it further taking a certain amount as commission.
The two races were growing well.
The other races were doing fine as well and there were no major conflicts.
The progenitors' decision of dividing Yrniel was correct.
Coming to the Progenitors, right now, every progenitor was living in their respective continent.
No, they weren't helping their race, they were just there, sleeping inside their rooms, waiting for something.
Waiting for what?
Death.
Yes, they wanted to die.
They had lived enough.
They were already incredibly bored, however, now, after losing their children, they were all done with their lives.
This was especially true for Azriel, as someone who didn't have a partner, he was alone.
His life was now dull and gloomy, there is no little girl rushing into his room in excitement while shouting 'Father! I am back again!'
Lonely life… it was scary…
Even sleep could only help you to a certain limit.
Azriel waited, he desperately waited for the time he would die,
10 years, 100 years, 200 years,
1000 years…
Nothing happened,
Azriel didn't feel a speck of weakness in his body, he was completely fine right now.
Even the Human Progenitors didn't show any signs of ageing.
This meant that they still had to live for many more years.
However, Azriel didn't accept this.
This long life…
He didn't need it.
He had decided.
"I will be going earlier than you guys."
He muttered.
"Huh? Your lifetime ended?" Dagahra understood what his strange words meant and questioned with a frown.
"It did not."
Azriel answered.
"…"
Dagahra turned silent.
He then looked at Azriel,
Azriel still had that handsome face, raven hair and those blood red eyes, he looked exactly the same as when he met him the first time, however,
Something was different.
Those blood red eyes, the eyes that used to shine with excitement, fierceness, anger, happiness and all other different emotions,
Those eyes were now devoid of any expressions.
That glint in Azriel's eyes had completely disappeared.
Seeing that Dagahra didn't have much to say, Azriel turned around and left.
The other Progenitors looked at each other, actually, they wanted to follow Azriel and end their lives as well, however, they also wanted to see the end.
They were curious.
Curious if there is anything that is left for them to do.
The Progenitors looked at Azriel's back that was moving away from them and then looked at each other.
They didn't know how to react.
They were confused.
Saphira, however, was one step ahead, she disappeared and appeared in front of Azriel. Azriel frowned in confusion.
"What is it?" He questioned.
Saphira, however, didn't say anything and hugged him.
"I will miss you."
She muttered with moist eyes.
A small smile appeared on Azriel's face and he hugged her back.
"I will miss you as well."
Faustina chuckled,
"I know you won't."
Azriel smiled.
"If I am still conscious after that, I promise I will miss you."
Even after all those years have passed, Death is still a mystery.
Nobody knew what happened to the person when he dies.
Is it the end of that person's journey?
Or is it the start of a completely new journey?
Questions like these were often raised.
However, no one could answer them.
Not even the Progenitors.
"Are you… sure about this…?" After some hesitation, Saphira finally questioned.
"I am," Azriel answered.
"…" Saphira turned silent.
Then, she hugged him again.
Seeing this scene, other Progenitors stopped hesitating and rushed towards Azriel as well. Some of them, who couldn't control their emotions very well cried as they hugged Azriel.
While some tried to lighten up the mood.
"You will see me soon,"
"Indeed, don't think you can get rid of us,"
"Hahaha~ True True."
Azriel looked at his 62 closest friends and smiled,
"I hope I will never see you guys again."
Then, he turned into Blood Mist and disappeared.
…
A few seconds later, he reappeared inside the Grandest Palace in the Vampire Continent.
This Palace was created by the Second Generation Vampires, they called it the Royal Palace where the Vampire Leader and his family lived.
Of course, since Azriel was the father of all the Vampires, he lived in this Palace as well, not only that, but he lived in the most lavish room inside this Palace.
However, this time, Azriel didn't return to his room, rather he walked towards the Throne Room. Then, he walked towards the throne and the throne moved back on its own.
A Floor with strange symbols appeared peeked out.
Azriel crouched and started drawing something on the Floor.
*Clank* *Clank* *Clank*
A sound of something mechanical moving was heard and soon, the floor started moving.
A few seconds later, a dark tunnel appeared.
Azriel didn't think too much and jumped into the tunnel.
Then, he appeared inside a dark room, a room where any ordinary person wouldn't be able to see anything in this room, however, Azriel was different.
For him, everything was as clear as a day.
He could see the strange symbols on the walls.
He then walked towards the wall and as soon as he touched the wall, the symbols turned red. Azriel didn't show any change in his expression even after seeing this amazing scene in front of him, he just started drawing the symbol and,
*Clank* *Clank* *Clank*
The same sound was heard again and another tunnel appeared.
Azriel turned into Blood Mist and moved inside the tunnel. Soon, he appeared inside another, a similar room that was dimly lighted by the red-coloured light released by the symbols.
Azriel then walked forward and a red coloured jar with golden patterns formed on it appeared in his hand.
*Pierce*
Then, with a nonchalant expression, Azriel's hand pierced his chest and he pulled out his heart.
Then, Azriel's blood-red eyes shined and the heart in his hand started shrinking.
More and more blood fell, and Azriel collected all of that into the jar, miraculously, the Heart turned into a Blood Drop that was thicker than normal blood and seeing that drop, Azriel smiled.
This wasn't normal Blood, it was his Blood Essence.
In simple words, it was his everything.
Once this leaves his body, all his powers would disappear and he would turn into a normal man.
The Blood Essence then fell inside the Jar.
Azriel then closed the Jar's lid and placed it on the table in front of him.
Then, he turned into Blood Mist and returned.
How was he using his Skills even though his Blood Essence is not inside his body?
Well, Progenitors don't abide by logic in the first place.
So there is no use thinking about this stuff.
Azriel then turned into Blood Mist again and this time, he appeared inside the Union Mountains.
This was a place where all the First Generations were buried, even his Aeliana.
A small smile appeared on Azriel's face.
Then, he walked to where his daughter was buried and his smile widened,
"I will be joining you soon, daughter."
Then, the ground beside Aeliana's grave moved and a coffin appeared inside it.
Azriel stepped inside the coffin, lied down comfortably, cleared his mind and then,
*Thunder* *Thunder* *Thunder*
Suddenly, unusually loud thunderous sounds were heard by everyone living in Yrniel. Unconsciously, they lifted their head and noticed that the clear sky was now gone and was replaced by Dark clouds,
As if this wasn't enough, fierce winds started blowing, the ground started trembling, and the water bodies started moving erratically, it was as if the World was trying to convey a message.
The people of Yrneil frowned,
However, Azriel didn't care about anything.
His mind was made,
He closed his eyes.
The coffin closed, the ground above it moved and
Azriel Origin,
The Strongest man in Yrniel,
The Vampire Progenitor,
Buried himself beside his daughter.
...
However, suddenly,
Azriel heard a sound.
'Come back alive.'
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