Title: "Eternal Blood: The Last Vampire"
Chapter 6: The Final Judgment
The city of Los Angeles glittered beneath the night sky, its sprawling lights stretching endlessly like veins of molten gold. The private A380 had just touched down at a secured terminal, reserved for the world's most powerful, or in Arthur's case—the world's most feared.
Arthur stood by the window of the penthouse suite overlooking downtown L.A., his golden eyes reflecting the chaos of mortal life below. Beside him, Selena paced restlessly, while Daniel sat stiffly on a leather armchair, tension etched across his face.
"You ordered their deaths," Daniel finally broke the silence, his voice low but heavy with disbelief. "I thought stripping them of their power was punishment enough."
Selena stopped pacing, turning to her father. "You always valued mercy over bloodshed. Why change now?"
Arthur's gaze never left the cityscape. "Because mercy is wasted on those who mock it," he said coldly.
"They—they're powerless now," Selena argued, confusion in her tone. "They're human, fragile, aging. Isn't that enough?"
Arthur finally turned, his presence filling the room like an oncoming storm. "A traitor without power is dangerous in other ways," he explained. "Desperation breeds recklessness. They know secrets—our history, our weaknesses. Stripped of immortality, they have nothing left to lose."
Daniel leaned forward, fists clenched. "But death?" he challenged. "Father, we've survived centuries by being precise, calculated. This—this feels personal."
Arthur's eyes darkened with the weight of endless lifetimes. "It is personal," he admitted. "I raised them. I trusted them. Their betrayal wasn't just of me—it was of our legacy, our family."
Selena crossed her arms, her sharp features softening with reluctant understanding. "So, what happens now?"
"Now," Arthur said, retrieving a sleek tablet from the table, "we clean house."
The screen lit up with names, locations, and faces—the list of traitors. Former allies, influential figures, some of whom had stood beside Arthur for centuries. A few bore the mark of his bloodline—his own descendants, his children by legacy if not by birth.
Daniel's eyes scanned the list, jaw tightening as familiar faces appeared. "You want us to—?"
"I want you to oversee it," Arthur interrupted. "But the executions are already in motion. The Order is loyal—they understand the cost of betrayal."
Selena's brow furrowed. "And if we disagree?"
Arthur stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper—a sound more chilling than a scream. "Then you question my judgment. And after all we've endured, all we've lost, questioning me—now—is its own form of betrayal."
The room fell silent.
Daniel exhaled slowly, tension easing. "I just… I didn't expect this side of you again."
Arthur's expression softened—just for a moment—revealing the ancient sorrow behind his fierce resolve. "I hoped I'd never need to be this man again," he confessed. "But history repeats itself when we forget the cost of complacency."
Outside, the distant wail of sirens filled the air—L.A.'s endless hum of chaos and life. Below, unknown to the mortals scurrying through their routines, a hidden war unfolded.
Hours passed.
Reports trickled in—traitors eliminated across continents. Quietly, efficiently. No witnesses. No questions.
Selena and Daniel watched the updates in silence, the weight of it all pressing heavily upon them.
"It's done," an operative confirmed over a secure line. "The last of them fell in Paris an hour ago."
Arthur closed his eyes briefly, as if honoring the fallen—or mourning the necessity.
"Los Angeles," he shifted focus, voice steady once more. "The elections await. Our influence remains—but now, untainted."
Daniel nodded, the fire of loyalty reignited. "What about Trump?"
"He remains an ally," Arthur affirmed. "A mortal, but loyal—a rare thing. He'll serve as the stabilizer. America teeters on chaos; with him, we guide it from the shadows."
Selena smirked. "The humans dance to our song, even if they don't hear the music."
Arthur's golden gaze returned to the window, to the city, to the future. "Let the world believe what they will," he whispered. "But remember this—we are eternal. We are unseen. And we shape history, one shadow at a time."
The Order purged, the traitors fallen, and the Veil—though cracked—intact once more, Arthur's family stood united—ruthless, immortal, and ready for the next chapter of their endless story.
(To be continued...)