My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 39: Food Sources

Cain’s teasing caused their attacks to grow more desperate, more violent, mana surging wildly as frustration and fear drove them past reason.

However, the blood rain intensified in response, the screams below rising into a deafening chorus that clawed at even their hardened hearts.

"Enough!" the Chimera Ant Emperor roared, his voice cracking. "I will tear down heaven itself if I must!"

Cain’s smile widened.

"Yes," he said softly. "That’s the look I wanted."

The rain slowed.

The screams faltered, not because the suffering ended, but because there were fewer mouths left to scream.

Cain straightened, the playful air around him vanishing as something heavier settled into place.

Then he stepped forward, and for the first time since the blood orb formed, his presence existed clearly outside it, no longer a distant voice or a mocking shadow but a living figure wrapped in crimson authority.

Cain’s boots rested on nothing, suspended in the air as if gravity itself had decided to wait for his permission.

The two Magic Emperors stiffened.

Their instincts screamed at them at the same time.

The Chimera Ant Emperor’s infestation aura surged violently, his many senses flaring as if stabbed by needles, while the Holy Human Emperor’s light dimmed for a brief instant, not extinguished but shaken, as though it had just realized it was staring at something that did not belong under any god.

Cain looked at them and sighed, almost bored.

"The two of you are really stupid," he said casually, shaking his head. "I even gave you hints."

Before either Emperor could respond, Cain stepped forward again and this time he passed through the blood orb as if it were mist. The surface rippled once, swallowing him whole.

The Holy Human Emperor’s breath caught. "He entered it...?"

"That’s impossible," the Chimera Ant Emperor growled, his voice tight with disbelief. "That barrier is—"

The words died in his throat.

Cain’s body dissolved mid-step.

No, not dissolved.

He split.

Dozens, hundreds of small red bats erupted outward, filling the interior of the blood orb in an instant. Wings beat against wings, shrill cries echoing from every direction as the swarm spiraled wildly, blotting out vision, flooding every inch of space with frantic motion and suffocating pressure.

"Guard yourself!" the Holy Human Emperor shouted, swinging his staff as holy light burst outward, scorching bats into red smoke.

Too late.

The bats were not attacking.

They were distracting.

The swarm collapsed inward in a heartbeat, converging behind the Chimera Ant Emperor. Cain reformed instantly, his hands already gripping the Emperor’s shoulders as his mouth opened wider than any human’s should.

The Chimera Ant Emperor tried to move.

He couldn’t.

His limbs refused to obey. His infestation mana roared uselessly inside his body, trapped, frozen, suppressed by something far older and far crueler.

Cain leaned in and spoke softly into his ear.

"Don’t bother struggling."

Then he bit down.

Fangs pierced through chitin, through flesh, through the core where blood and infestation mixed into something rich and ancient. The Chimera Ant Emperor screamed, a sound that carried more shock than pain, because in that instant he felt it.

His blood was being taken.

Not drained violently, not torn out, but drawn smoothly, greedily, like a river changing course. Cain drank deeply, his eyes half-lidded as power flowed into him, yellow-green infestation mana dissolving into crimson streams within his veins.

The Holy Human Emperor reacted instantly.

"Release him!" he roared, pointing his staff as holy light surged forward, a beam so dense it warped the air around it.

Cain clicked his tongue.

Why?

Did you two become friends already?

But he couldn’t say it right now, he was currently drinking the blood of an insect.

With a single motion, he dragged the Chimera Ant Emperor backward, slipping through the blood orb’s surface again, moving like a predator carrying prey away from a noisy battlefield. The holy beam slammed into the blood orb instead.

The orb trembled.

Then it vanished.

The magic dispersed into nothingness, leaving empty air where the barrier once existed.

The Holy Human Emperor stared, stunned. "The barrier... disappeared?"

Cain ignored him.

He continued drinking.

The Chimera Ant Emperor’s struggles weakened. His roar became a hoarse gasp. His infestation aura flickered, dimming, unraveling, as centuries of accumulated power flowed into Cain’s body.

Time stretched.

Cain finally pulled back, licking the blood from his lips with clear satisfaction.

"Mm," he murmured. "You’ll make a fine personal food source."

The Chimera Ant Emperor sagged in his grip, his massive form trembling.

"This isn’t the last time I’ll drink your blood," Cain continued lightly. "So I’ll let you off... for now."

He released him.

The Chimera Ant Emperor’s body dropped like a broken statue, falling helplessly toward the blood-soaked empire below.

Cain didn’t look back.

He turned slowly toward the Holy Human Emperor, who was already raising his staff again, holy light flaring with desperate intensity.

Cain smirked.

"You really are a fool," he said. "Didn’t you hear me earlier?"

The Holy Human Emperor snarled and unleashed another wave of holy magic, pouring everything he had into it, light screaming outward as if trying to burn Cain out of existence.

Cain stepped aside, the attack passing harmlessly through where he had been a moment before.

"I told you," Cain said patiently, almost kindly. "Don’t use magic. Use your body to get out."

The Human Emperor clenched his teeth. "You think I’ll trust the words of a vampire?"

Cain shrugged. "Suit yourself."

The Holy Human Emperor continued attacking.

Spell after spell followed, each one brighter, heavier, more draining than the last. Holy sigils cracked and reformed. His staff vibrated violently in his hands as his breath grew uneven.

Cain stayed just out of reach, circling him, dodging lazily.

"Still wasting mana," Cain remarked. "You’re only making it easier for me."

The Emperor ignored him, pouring out everything he had left, his light flickering now, no longer steady.

Minutes passed.

His arms shook.

His chest burned.

His magic slowed.

Cain sighed.

"You really don’t believe me," he said softly. "That’s unfortunate."

The blood orb shrank.

It collapsed inward suddenly, coating the Holy Human Emperor like liquid skin, wrapping around his body tightly. Instinctively, he stopped using magic and pushed.

The orb tore.

His head burst free, followed by his shoulders as he forced himself out with raw physical strength.

For a brief moment, hope flashed across his faceless visage.

Then he felt breath against his neck.

Cain was already there.

Fangs sank in.

The Holy Human Emperor convulsed as blood poured out, his holy aura shattering completely as Cain drank deeply. His knees buckled, his staff slipping from numb fingers.

Cain drank until the Emperor could no longer stand.

Then he pulled back, patting the Emperor’s head almost affectionately.

"Good," Cain said. "That’s enough."

He kicked him.

The Holy Human Emperor’s body flew backward, spinning helplessly before vanishing into the portal that still connected to the human plane.

Cain watched until it closed halfway.

"Now," he murmured, flexing his fingers.

His left arm glowed with soft, blinding holy light.

His right arm pulsed with thick, yellow-green infestation mana.

Cain smiled.

"So this is what it feels like."

He raised both arms and pointed them toward the portal.

Power surged.

Holy and infestation magic intertwined, colliding violently before merging under Cain’s will. A beam of mixed authority slammed into the portal.

Boom.

The portal trembled violently, its edges cracking, screaming, before collapsing inward and sealing shut with a thunderous shockwave.

Silence followed.

Cain exhaled slowly, then reached up and adjusted his long dark red hair, smoothing it back as if nothing of importance had just happened.

"Tch," he muttered. "Next time I’ll make sure curse users don’t get near me."

His expression darkened briefly.

"My wives being harmed by my magic made me go hungry this time," he continued quietly. "This Overgod really had to put in effort."

Then he smiled again.

"Luckily, that was my intention anyway. Drinking the blood of these two shitheads!"

He turned, wings unfolding as the air trembled beneath him.

"Now," Cain said softly, his voice losing its mockery, becoming something gentler, almost possessive. "Let’s go back."

His eyes gleamed.

"Cornelia."