The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

[Caelmir (World of The High Humans) – Ten Days Before The Awakening.]

“Hehe, Magnus, stop tickling me,” a beautiful human lady spoke through her giggle, smiling and rubbing the head of a young, drop-dead gorgeous young man who had his fangs sunk deep in her breast.

“I am not tickling you. It’s just that you are too addicted to me,” Magnus said, licking the blood at the corner of his lips.

“And whose fault is that?” Evelyne smirked, looking at her husband, her emerald-green eyes conveying determination, love, and commitment.

She was one of the five ladies who chose to love the hated one, or as most called him, the Tainted Blood Prince.

Magnus, the only vampire in the world of humans, had been hated since birth. Even his own father wanted nothing to do with him.

His siblings ridiculed him every chance they got, so his life had been hell for years. However, Magnus didn’t care anymore.

He used to seek the approval of others, doing everything he could to be loved and accepted. But no matter what he did, it was as if there was a fog covering everyone’s eyes, casting the illusion that he was the bad guy.

So no matter what he did, nobody associated with him.

From the moment he was born, only his mother ever cared for him and showered him with the love any mother would give to their son.” The authentic version is on NovelFire.

But now, he had five more beautiful ladies in his life, and while that brought him some form of love and care, something he always wanted, he was still hated… perhaps even more this time.

But now, having the blood of five ladies in addition to his mother—the only human blood he had ever drunk since his vampire side awakened—Magnus was happy and fulfilled.

Evelyne was a noblewoman.

Her parents were nobles who served under King Alric, Magnus’s father. She was the ideal daughter, the one who was to marry another noble, not the hated prince who wasn’t even recognized as one.

However, despite the hate he was showered with, Evelyne saw past that and fell in love with him, and that love was all Magnus ever needed.

When Evelyne and his other wives entered his life, he became the happiest man in the world, and that alone was something the heavens hated unbeknownst to Magnus.

So he had been living this happy life for the past 40 years.

However, he was worried, and that was due to the message hovering before his eyes, something everyone could see, for it appeared in front of every last person 50 days ago.

⟦The Awakening of your World Descends in 10 Days, 12 Hours, 24 Minutes. Good luck, Paragon. You are going to need it⟧

However, while everyone else received the message of the countdown, Magnus had a few extra words added to his, and for the past 50 days, he had been trying his best to understand what they meant.

Evelyne looked at the smiling Magnus, and a warm, loving expression appeared on her face.

“Don’t worry, Magnus, we will protect you. My sisters and I will protect you.”

“I know, my love. I just don’t want you five to be the ones saving my ass in the end. Knowing my bad luck, I might end up finding myself in trouble.”

Evelyne smiled. “I guess that is what you get for being the strongest and the most handsome in the world.”

“Hush… The walls have ears, and we wouldn’t want those High humans hearing that. I don’t want another public hate during these uncertain moments.”

“MMmmhhhH.”

Magnus bit into Evelyne’s arm and drank her sweet blood again. The fiery auburn-haired beauty moaned, feeling the pleasure overwhelm her body from the bite.

“Please, Magnus, we both know if they all gang up, they can’t even touch your hair. Maybe you have to show them your strength and the danger, and perhaps they will accept you.”

“No need. I just want to handle whatever this awakening is and retire from this warrior life. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you all and creating a better life for my mother.”

Evelyne just shook her head and made sure her man had enough of her blood before dressing up.

“Just don’t underestimate yourself. I don’t know what Paragon means in this context, but I know a paragon is a person viewed as a model of excellence. And you, Magnus, you are such a person.”

With that, she walked away, joining the rest of her sisters, spending the afternoon with Magnus’s mother.

Back in the room, Magnus sat on the bed, staring at the wall as if it were a reflection of himself. After a few seconds, he sighed and then lay down.

“Model of excellence, huh. I guess I have to become more excellent so I can protect you all because something keeps telling me a danger is coming—one that even I, nor my undead, can underestimate.”

Magnus stayed in the room for a few minutes before dressing up and then vanishing.

The next moment, he appeared standing atop a tall mountain covered by white mist and surrounded by towering floating stones.

“Asmodeus,” Magnus called out.

A dark portal opened the next second, and a dark-haired, dark-eyed, dark-horned, three-meter-tall demonkin stepped through.

He knelt before Magnus. “My lord, you called.”

“Yes. And I told you not to kneel before me. Stand up.” Asmodeus obeyed and stood.

“What can I help you with, my lord?”

“You said you’ve lived for thousands of years already, right?” Asmodeus nodded.

“Then, can you tell me anything about who a paragon is?” Asmodeus instantly turned pale at Magnus’s question, as if he had heard the greatest threat to his life. He took a few steps backward.

Magnus raised an eyebrow. “Are you alright, Asmodeus?”

“I am, my lord. It is just that hearing you speak the forbidden name—and nothing happened—took me aback.”

“What do you mean by the forbidden name?” Magnus asked, confused.

The name was more like a word, and that word could be mentioned by both him and his wives, yet nothing happened. So why was Asmodeus assuming something bad should have happened?

“The name you just said is known as the forbidden name. I can’t say it aloud, for if I did, the heavens would strike me where I stand, or even worse, they would come at me during my tribulation.

In fact, my lord should stop saying it altogether. You might not be aware, but saying the forbidden name is like asking the heavens to add to your bad karma, and soon, they will use it as an excuse to destroy you.”

Magnus raised his brow, hearing such ridiculousness. Just a name carried this much danger?

If that was the case, then why had they called him so, and what did all this mean?

This all doesn’t make sense. When the apocalypse descended 74 years ago, everyone who awakened a class saw this as a new beginning. The heavens wanted them to grow and ascend past their limitations.

It was a chance for them to soar, so he never understood why the heavens would name drop, which, from what he learned now, is a trap meant to destroy him.

“I advise you, my lord, not to speak this forbidden name, for it is a trap set by the heavens, and many have fallen prey to it.”