Vampire Lord's Demonic Wives



Zoravec's heart raced as he sprinted towards the bus station, his backpack bouncing heavily against his back with each step. He had always been curious about his element, but now that he couldn't miss the chance to know it from the elven healer. He had been waiting for this opportunity for months, Zoravec could not simply want to let go of the healer who probably was the only one aware of his element.

As he arrived at the station, he saw the bus pulling away, its exhaust fumes filling the air. Zoravec cursed under his breath and scanned the area for alternatives. "Fuck! I have to hurry up before they go back." His worry kept on growing like agitation, when he reached he saw an elven healer walking towards him. The elven healers was known for their ability to sense and amplify the powers of the students who attended the Institute. Zoravec approached him with a smile, his heart still pounding from his run.

"Excuse me, sir" he said breathlessly. "I'm Zoravec, one of the applicants who passed the test, and I have a question about my elemental power." The healer turned to him and smiled warmly acknowledging that he remembered him. "Of course, Zoravec. What can I help you with?"

"I am aware that you know about my lie about the fire element," he said, holding up his hand to show the healer that there was no flickering flame in his palm. "As you can see I cannot wield fire and my elemental slot was missing. Can you help me knowing what it is?"

The healer nodded and took Zoravec' hand in hers. The elderly healer closed her eyes and chanted a soft, melodic incantation. Zoravec felt a surge of energy flow through his body, and a sharp pain in his chest grew stronger gradually making him crouch. However, he could not remove his hand from the healer's due to some unnatural strength.

"You have a strong connection to destruction," she said, opening her eyes. "But you need to learn how to control emotions better." The healer snapped opened his eyes as they both stood outside the institute. "However, after destruction there is always a new life which blooms."

Zoravec followed the healer into the realisation that his element was truly a chaos. His excitement growing with each second knowing that he was a living weapon, a living bubble of energy like a bomb ticking. He couldn't wait to unlock the full potential of his elemental power and become a master.

"What do you mean by that?" Zoravec was not sure what he meant by that but one thing was certain that he needed to be sure about controlling his emotions. Because they were the trigger for his energy outbursts. The elven healer smile with a meaningful expression as he vaguely answered to him.

"You will come know about this soon. Just know that once in 100 years someone is born who wields chaos element." Zoravec was stunned to hear that because he had no clue something like that could be related to his element. But for some reason it made him wonder how precious his element was and potentially what destruction could it cause.

'That means my element is rare and something for which others might manipulate me.' Zoravec immediately put two into two and it did make sense to him why the demoness could only feel his aura differently. Maybe his element combined with the sex drive Zoravec's core was mysterious and stronger than other individuals of no matter what species.

"What should I do then? If what you are saying is true, then the institute cannot help me. My element is rare and they might not even have the scriptures, runes, whatsoever on it." Whatever Zoravec was saying was indeed correct, he had speculated during the results that all the applicants had commonly occuring elements.

The elven healer listened carefully to Zoravec's concerns and nodded in understanding. "You are right, Zoravec. It is possible that your elemental power is rare and not well-documented in the Institute's teachings. However, that does not mean that we cannot help you. We can still work with you to develop your skills and understand how to control your power more effectively."

The elderly healer paused for a moment and then continued, "As for others potentially manipulating you because of your rare element, that is a valid concern if that is what you are thinking. However, you can protect yourself by being cautious about who you share your abilities with and learning how to use them discreetly if necessary."

Zoravec considered his words carefully realising that he had to limit the people who will know about his element. He had a lot more to hide now apart from the demoness, Hecate's newly found youth, Kate's transformation. Zoravec knew that he had a powerful gift which could easily get him revenge, but he also knew that it could make him the center of attention if any more fuck up happened.

He was determined to learn how to use his element to its fullest potential while also being careful about who he shared it with. After all, the blood sucking ability of his due to being a vampire had already put his in trouble with the careless transformation of people around him. "Thank you," he said finally after a lot of thinking. "I appreciate your advice. I am ready to begin my training and learn more about my rare elemental power."

Zoravec was aware that the healer had still not satiated his worry, which made him question the elf again. "However, sir, you still have not provided me about the solution regarding no information on my element." The healer could see his impatience and the thirst to know more, but that was not the right time for him to know all the knowledge. Because if Zoravec was the one who could potentially save the world after destroying half of it, then he must learn the hard and dark ways first.

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