BANG!
The Duchess slammed a fist against the ground again and again, until her wrist was suddenly caught.
"That’s enough," the Duke said calmly.
"Let go!" The Duchess ripped her hand away, her gaze filled with murder.
"He’s dead. Leave it be."
"It’s not enough for what he did to me!"
"This isn’t enough for you to be so enraged by. This is a Charysm, not an Incubud. There’s nothing to be ashamed of."
"I am the Duchess!" she said, furious.
"And you had your fun, then killed him by your own hands. Was there a need to continue carrying around such anger? Plus, it seems that you’ve awakened your True Blood. This was a blessing in disguise. Maybe there’s something about the charm of a Charysm that allowed you this chance..."
Sylas was wrong. Well... in part.
The abilities the Duchess displayed were, indeed, the abilities of the Sanguara. The legends of super strength, speed, and charm were the foundational aspects of all vampires, and the Sanguara’s bloodline perfectly embodied this.
However, what Sylas was wrong about was the fact that not all Sanguara were capable of this. Or, more accurately, not all of the Sanguara here were capable of this.
Because of the suppression of their Race, many of their abilities were limited, and as powerful as the Duchess was now, she was only touching the faintest edges of what their True Blood was capable of.
At their pinnacle, the Sanguara were known to have infinite speed and strength. This wasn’t to say that there was truly no cap, but instead that the power they could output was directly proportional to the amount of blood they had feasted on.
A well-fed Sanguara could bend light with a punch and time with their speed. A starved Sanguara would be a fish on the chopping block.
On top of this, if one were to rank the Charisma of various Demons, the Charysm would undoubtedly be number one. The Sanguara, however...
Would be number two.
The Duchess’ shriek attacking Sylas’ mind even if she didn’t mean it to was precisely the sort of power that could easily exponentially grow.
What was truly fearsome about the Sanguara’s charm, though, was that it was physical, taking the form of venom they could inject into a person’s body through their canines or claws.
This form of charm was amongst the most fearsome, and it could be said that by the Duchess trying to use it in the form of a yell, she had actually only been using a fraction of a fraction of its capabilities.
Even the Duke was baffled by the fact his daughter had managed to awaken her True Blood. He had been trying for so long and had been entirely unable to.
The truth was that only with True Blood would a Sanguara be able to display their fullest array of abilities, even down to their diamond skin and super-regenerative abilities. It was also only with True Blood that they would be truly immune to the sun. Otherwise... they would need the cloaks the Duke was still wearing even until now.
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