In a remote northern part of Europe, in a place where snow-covered mountains rose high, an old abandoned village was nestled at the foot of one of them. This small village had long been deserted, but the wooden houses still stood in their places, like silent witnesses to the past. There were many such ghost villages scattered around the world.
They were always called ghost villages because of their remoteness and complete abandonment. Such places inevitably became surrounded by legends and rumors spread by random travelers who came across them during their journeys. And this village was no exception. People disappeared near it from time to time. Groups of enthusiasts who loved exploring abandoned places vanished in the vicinity of this old village.
If someone managed to return and tell the truth, their words were simply ignored, and soon the storyteller himself disappeared as well. After all, no one wanted to believe a person who looked like a madman, shouting about a worldwide conspiracy and claiming that a charitable corporation was conducting terrible experiments on people.
All such cases were blamed on attacks by wild animals, while those fortunate enough to escape were conveniently labeled as lunatics. After that, these people were placed in psychiatric hospitals, where they eventually disappeared without a trace.
And these people ultimately found themselves once again in this remote village, which concealed a dark secret beneath it. Not far below the ground, directly beneath the village itself, there was a vast underground complex with numerous corridors and rooms. This underground complex was one of many similar facilities that the Murkoff Corporation had built for a secret project that had begun during the Cold War.
This project was called Project Lathe, and its purpose was the creation of sleeper agents. Hendrick Easterman became the head of this project and took on the duties of director. The first participants in Project Lathe were usually broken and mentally unstable people who were listed in the database of the Murkoff charitable foundation.
Unfortunately, such an approach led to a massacre and numerous casualties among both the staff and the test subjects. Because of this incident, Hendrick Easterman nearly lost his position. However, Dr. Easterman decided to modernize the brainwashing program by launching Project Lathe 2.0.
And from that moment on, volunteers began to be recruited into this project. Since then, it was no longer lunatics who participated in it, but ordinary people who had found themselves on the margins of life and had nothing left to lose. They went all in, believing that it was their only chance to change their fate.
The entire essence of Project Lathe 2.0 consisted of a series of trials that began with the test subjects having to reject their miserable past in order to accept their new selves. The test subject had to personally destroy everything that connected him to his former life by feeding all of his documents into a shredder, thereby proving that he was abandoning his past.
The test subjects who abandoned their former lives and destroyed all ties to them were given the designation Reagents and were assigned only a number. After becoming one of the Reagents, the test subject had to go through a series of trials in order to change himself. While undergoing such trials, a Reagent was subjected to implicit suggestion therapy that subtly altered his subconscious.
But none of the Reagents even noticed it, because their main goal was to survive these trials in order to reach the end, encountering those who had failed to pass them. Those who failed such trials and survived eventually became deranged people who were sent to the testing grounds as obstacles for other Reagents.
But among these deranged people there were also genuine psychopaths whose goal was the killing of Reagents. By going through such trials, a Reagent was supposed to acquire every possible skill that would help him survive in stressful situations.
And those Reagents who managed to pass the series of dangerous trials and survive by a miracle were given a chance at rebirth. Upon the completion of the final trial, all Reagents received a new identity, a new life, and the opportunity to start over. But none of them knew that throughout this entire cruel experiment, a subconscious program was being implanted into their minds, turning them into obedient soldiers ready to carry out whatever orders they were given.
And all that was needed for this was to speak three phrases that activated the program embedded in the minds of the Reagents. Since the beginning of Project Lathe 2.0, the project had continued to exist for many decades. And after decades, the number of testing grounds where the Project Lathe 2.0 experiment was conducted had grown to a very large scale.
In the present day, there were dozens of such testing grounds around the world. And one of these testing grounds was located directly beneath an abandoned village situated near the snow-covered mountains of Northern Europe. To prevent past incidents in which Reagents rebelled and escaped, the security of these facilities had been significantly strengthened.
Inside the underground facility stretched a long corridor illuminated by red lights, while an alarm signal echoed from the speakers with a repeating message about an unauthorized intrusion. The entire corridor was covered in blood and pieces of torn-apart bodies.
Blood was everywhere: on the ceilings and walls, running down onto the floor and forming one large red pool. The bodies of the dead operatives looked as if they had been torn apart by wild beasts or monsters. And amidst this chaos of blood and corpses, a girl dressed in a black dress with a white collar stained by several drops of blood walked down the long corridor.
In her hands was a horrifying doll—a pink rabbit wearing denim overalls, its face smeared with dried blood. Her formal leather loafers stepped through the blood, leaving dark footprints behind as she continued forward. Reaching the end of the corridor, Alessa stopped at an intersection. She heard the distinct sound of many people running. Turning her head to the side, she saw a group of armed operatives running out of the corridor to her right.
"Target located! Orders are to eliminate! Open fire! Kill that monster!" shouted one of the operatives, who was the commander of the group.
Following the commander's shout, a hail of bullets flew toward Alessa. Alessa did not move from her spot, continuing to clutch her stuffed friend—Robbie the Rabbit. The shadow beneath Alessa's feet began to writhe and split apart, spreading across the walls on both sides of her. Just as the hail of bullets was about to reach Alessa, two rusted, oversized butcher blades emerged from the shadows.
The two cleavers stabbed into the floor in a cross shape directly in front of Alessa, preventing a single bullet from reaching its target. The hail of bullets continued endlessly, tearing apart the walls, ceiling, and floor while raising a thick cloud of dust. The bullets bounced off the rusted cleavers with a ringing sound and fell to the floor. But the armed operatives did not hear that sound and continued firing.
A moment later, the clicking of bolts echoed through the corridor, indicating that the magazines in their rifles had run empty. The armed operatives stared into the cloud of dust raised by their gunfire. The flashing red lights, creating a horrifying atmosphere, made it even more oppressive because of the sudden silence that had fallen over the corridor.
"Did that monster die?" one of the operatives asked cautiously, gripping his rifle tightly.
"I don't know. And I don't want to know. That monster in the form of a child killed dozens of our men. Where did that monster come from?" the second operative replied, reloading his rifle with trembling hands.
"You two, be quiet! Until there is visual confirmation of the target's death, we maintain our combat position," the Commander said in a cold tone as he inserted a full magazine into his rifle.
Upon hearing their commander's order, the operatives immediately fell silent. The operatives' gazes were fixed on the settling cloud of dust in the corridor before them. The dust slowly began to settle, and the operatives were able to see two large cleavers covered in rust and dried blood. But it was not the sight of the large cleavers before them that frightened them, but what was holding those cleavers.
Two muscular pale arms protruded from the shadow on the wall, each of them gripping its own cleaver. At that same moment, the sound of metal scraping against concrete echoed out, and the arms holding the cleavers began to raise them like gates. When the rusted cleavers were raised, the operatives saw Alessa, who was still standing in the same place, clutching her horrifying rabbit, Robbie.
The Commander was already about to give the order to open fire. But at that very moment, the words he wanted to say caught in his throat. What happened next made the operatives' hearts grow cold from the approaching feeling of fear. Right before their eyes, two creatures emerged from the shadows, with massive rusted iron pyramids upon their heads.
Upon seeing the two creatures holding the massive cleavers, the operatives experienced another wave of fear. Their gazes shifted to Alessa, who looked at them with her black eyes, in which there was not even a hint of any emotion, including compassion.
"Execute them all," Alessa said in a cold tone, looking at the dozen operatives before her.
Alessa's cold, emotionless voice echoed through the corridor, reaching the ears of the operatives. Every single operative felt as if their hearts had been gripped by a cold hand, and that at any moment that cold hand would crush their hearts. Upon hearing Alessa's order, the Pyramid Heads twitched slightly, and their joints produced cracks and pops, as if they had been given permission to move.
The Pyramid Heads raised their heads, looking directly at the armed operatives. And even though their gazes were hidden behind the iron pyramids on their heads, the armed operatives who became the targets of those gazes felt cold sweat appear on their backs. The Pyramid Heads began to move slowly toward the operatives, dragging behind them enormous rusted cleavers that produced a horrifying scraping sound as the blades scratched across the concrete floor.
Watching the Pyramid Heads slowly approach them, the armed operatives began to step backward, feeling such intense fear that their legs threatened to give way with every step, as though they would fall to the floor the next moment. The commander of this group of operatives was the first to come to his senses, suppressing a small part of the fear that gripped his body.
"Everyone, open fire! Immediately! Kill these bastards!" the Commander shouted as he began firing his rifle.
The shout of their commander and the sound of gunfire brought the operatives back to their senses, and they immediately opened fire with shouts of their own. A hail of bullets flew toward the two Pyramid Heads, who continued moving slowly toward their target. But what the armed operatives saw caused their hearts to grow cold once again. Every bullet that was fired simply bounced off the bodies of the Pyramid Heads with a characteristic metallic ring.
The operatives continued firing until the two Pyramid Heads came right up to them. The shadows of the two Pyramid Heads fell over the group of armed operatives. They had to raise their heads to look at those who had come for their lives.
At the sight of the two Pyramid Heads towering above them, the operatives were unable to move. One of the Pyramid Heads raised its arm and clenched its hand into a fist with the sound of cracking bones. Having clenched its hand into a fist, the Pyramid Head threw a punch forward. Its fist was aimed directly at the head of the Commander who had given the order to kill Alessa.
"Damn...!" was the only word the Commander managed to say as he saw the massive fist approaching his face.
The Pyramid Head's fist slammed into the Commander's face with the sound of crunching bones. From the impact, the Commander's head burst like a watermelon. Fragments of skull, brain matter, and blood flew in all directions like confetti, covering the faces and bodies of the operatives standing nearby. Seeing the way their commander died, the operatives dropped their weapons in fear and were ready to run.
But the moment they moved, they saw the shadow of a blade fall over them from above. Looking up, they saw the Pyramid Heads raise their massive rusted cleavers above their heads with one hand, like guillotines ready to fall upon the heads of the operatives. The Pyramid Heads brought their heavy rusted cleavers down onto the heads of the operatives standing in front of them, splitting them into two parts.
Along with the deaths of the first two operatives, the second Pyramid Head swung its massive cleaver. The massive cleaver left a distinct horizontal mark on the wall as it continued its movement. With a single swing of its massive cleaver, the Pyramid Head cut through several operatives across the abdomen.
Before the remaining surviving operatives could react, the first Pyramid Head delivered a powerful thrust forward, piercing three operatives at once and impaling them upon its cleaver. It took only a few moments for the two Pyramid Heads to kill ten armed operatives, leaving only one alive.
One of the operatives managed to escape. Running as fast as he could with a panicked expression on his face, the operative did not watch where he was going. The moment he glanced back to make sure that no one was pursuing him, he felt relieved when he saw that there was nobody behind him.
But in that same second, he felt his body jerk as though he had run into something. Turning his head, the operative looked down and saw a rusted metal rod piercing his chest, protruding from the ground at an angle. Blood poured from the operative's mouth and began running down his neck.
As he tried to pull the rusted rod out of his chest, the operative heard the sound of heels striking the concrete floor behind him. Turning his head with difficulty, the operative saw Alessa slowly walking toward him.
"Mercy..." the dying operative rasped while blood poured from his mouth.
"No one survived," Alessa said in a cold tone, raising her eyes to the dying operative.
The moment Alessa's words were spoken, rusted iron rods shot out from the walls, floor, and ceiling, piercing the operative's body through and through and finally ending his life. Alessa paid no attention to the death of yet another operative and continued walking down the corridor, leaving bloody footprints on the concrete floor behind her.
As she walked through the corridor, Alessa raised her eyes and looked at the surveillance camera that was following her every step. Alessa calmly blinked and placed Robbie the Rabbit on her shoulder. Holding her stuffed friend by his front paws, she continued walking forward. The surveillance camera continued to follow Alessa until she disappeared through a door leading to a testing ground marked with the words:
"Amusement Park."
The surveillance camera emitted a buzzing sound and then returned to its original position. The person who had been observing Alessa's movements was currently in the director's office, which was located in a remote section of the underground complex and protected by a thick iron door in case of another Reagent escape.
A strange noise filled the director's office, consisting of the laughter and crying of an adult man. The man who served as the director and was responsible for this facility sat on the floor like a madman, crying and laughing at the same time. His well-kept black suit was drenched in blood, and his face was covered with bleeding wounds from fingernails. His eye sockets were empty, and blood flowed from them directly onto his clothes. But the director himself paid no attention to this, continuing to sit on the floor and laugh with insane laughter.
"You're quite noisy," a lazy female voice sounded in the director's office.
Following the woman's voice, a finger snap echoed through the room, and the director's body exploded in a bloody burst—blood and entrails scattered throughout the office, splattering the walls and floor. Alucard lowered her hand after killing the deranged director.
After all, the reason for this man's madness was that he had seen Alucard's true form, which had instantly driven him insane and plunged his mind into madness. But Alucard did not care that the director had gone insane and had even clawed out his own eyes. The only reason she killed the director of this facility was because he was in her way.
Alucard sat behind the director's desk, her gaze fixed on the monitors before her, which displayed feeds from the surveillance cameras. The cameras showed not only Alessa's movements throughout the facility, but also Anya, Nyaruko, Tina, and Jinx, who had arrived at this underground facility together with their mother.
"Giving them a chance to escape. How wonderful, Alessa..." Alucard said with a gentle smile on her face.
After she stopped watching Alessa, who had entered one of the testing grounds, Alucard extended a finger and pressed a single key on the keyboard. A moment later, the camera feed switched to other cameras, showing what was happening in different parts of the underground facility. As the surveillance feeds switched from one camera to another, Alucard lazily rested her cheek on her palm, continuing to slowly press the same key on the keyboard while lazily watching the monitor.
"And what are your sisters doing right now... Hmm... Heh, now I understand why my husband calls you gremlins. Truly little gremlins," Alucard said thoughtfully, before a faint bloodthirsty smile appeared on her face a moment later.
Alucard's gaze was fixed on a monitor displaying a feed from a place resembling an abandoned police station that had been turned into a testing ground. Armed operatives wandered through the corridors of the police station, carefully moving along the walls to avoid falling into a trap.
Stopping outside a courtroom, one of the operatives gave a hand signal, pointing at the doors and ordering them to be opened on his signal. Two operatives nodded and approached the doors with their weapons ready. One of them carefully grabbed the door handle and looked at a member of his group.
The operative nodded, indicating that the doors could be opened. The second operative sharply pulled the doors open, and the first operative entered with his weapon at the ready. Running into the courtroom, the operative quickly inspected the room and lowered his weapon.
The courtroom was another trial room for a Reagent, where they were supposed to complete an assigned task. The room contained dozens of chairs occupied by mannequins dressed in various clothing, serving as ordinary spectators. Behind the elevated bench sat a mannequin dressed in a judge's robes, while in the defendant's position hung a corpse with a sack over its head. The body was suspended from the ceiling by cables attached to its limbs, and the word "Guilty" was tattooed across its chest.
"Clear. She's not here," the operative said, turning his head toward the rest of the group.
"I know for a fact she entered this room. She couldn't have suddenly vanished, she's a damn child!" the group commander snapped, holding a tablet with access to the security cameras.
"But, sir..." one of the operatives said, looking around nervously.
"Search this damn courtroom! If necessary, turn this whole place upside down. You should know without me telling you that there's only one exit here!" the Commander shouted angrily, looking at his subordinates.
The operatives were ready to search the entire courtroom on their commander's orders. And the moment they took a step, a strange melody rang out, reminding them all of the familiar Jack-in-the-Box toy. Upon hearing the melody, the operatives began looking around in search of whatever was producing the sound.
One of the operatives approached the corpse—the only corpse in the room—and pulled the sack off its head. And the moment he removed the sack from the corpse's head, a purple Jack-in-the-Box fell onto the floor, slowly playing its melody.
"That little brat is messing with us," the Operative said as he picked up the purple Jack-in-the-Box from the floor.
"Hehehe. You activated my trap box. You shouldn't have picked it up, idiot," a cheerful child's laugh sounded from above.
Hearing the cheerful childish laughter, all of the operatives raised their weapons and aimed them toward the source of the voice. They saw a girl with bright blue hair braided into two long pigtails hanging downward as she sat upside down on the ceiling with a wide smile on her face.
A cheerful grin played across Jinx's face as she swayed from side to side, holding a small remote with a red button in her hand. The operatives froze in shock at the sight of a child sitting upside down on the ceiling, completely ignoring the laws of gravity. The operatives immediately chambered their rifles and aimed them at Jinx.
"Ah-ah-ah. Don't even think about it. The moment I press this button, all of you die," Jinx said cheerfully, narrowing her eyes as she looked down at the operatives from above.
The operative holding the purple Jack-in-the-Box was about to throw it away. And the moment he thought about discarding the box, which he assumed was a bomb, a spike shot out from the bottom of the Jack-in-the-Box and pierced the operative's palm. The operative let out a loud scream of pain as the metal spike punched straight through his hand.
All the other members of the group immediately turned their attention to their teammate, who was screaming in pain while clutching his hand. Taking their eyes off Jinx for only a moment, the operatives quickly reacted and looked back up at the ceiling.
But Jinx was no longer there.
Beginning to look around frantically, they heard the sound of a door creaking behind them. Turning their heads, they saw Jinx slowly closing the doors with a mischievous gremlin-like grin on her face.
"Hehehe, I was joking. It's not a detonator. It's just a candy box," Jinx said as she deliberately pressed the red button, causing a pink candy to fall onto her tongue.
"Stop immediately!" the Commander shouted, pointing the barrel of his rifle at Jinx.
"Are you an idiot? Why should I stop? Just because you said so? Go fuck yourself, clown!" Jinx said in an annoyed tone, showing him her middle finger before slamming the doors shut behind her.
The doors slammed shut with a loud bang and such force that cracks spread across the walls from the impact. And along with the closing of the doors came the click of a mechanism that completely locked them. One of the operatives ran to the doors and began pulling on them, trying to open them. After several failed attempts, the operative started throwing his shoulder against the doors in an effort to break them down.
But everyone else knew that these doors could not be opened by ordinary means. The outer layer was made of wood and served as decoration, but the door itself was actually made of iron. The reason for this was to prevent Reagents from escaping the testing area.
The operative whose hand was pinned to the Jack-in-the-Box was still trying to pull the metal spike out of his hand. And the melody that had been playing from the box all this time suddenly fell silent. When the melody stopped, all of the operatives froze in place, feeling a very bad premonition.
A moment later, the box opened, and Jack popped out of it with a loud laugh. A brief moment passed, and everyone felt relieved because nothing had happened. But all of that relief immediately vanished when Jack in the box burst into manic laughter.
"Hahahaha! Pew-pew-pew!" Jack in the box laughed maniacally, holding his hands as if he were holding pistols.
When Jack's laughter died down, he began spitting a thick liquid from his mouth, splattering it onto the operatives. The operative whose hand was attached to the box began wildly waving his arm around in an attempt to get rid of Jack. The thick liquid flew in all directions, covering everything around them.
And Jack in the box continued laughing, making ridiculous shooting sounds every time liquid shot from his mouth. When Jack in the box finally stopped making the ridiculous noises, everything around them was covered in the strange-smelling viscous liquid.
The operatives had only one question: how could such a large amount of liquid fit inside a small box no bigger than a palm? But before any of them could voice their thoughts, Jack in the box laughed again. Only this time, it was not cheerful laughter, but a very sinister one.
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiireee!" Jack in the box shouted, raising his hands into the air.
Jack's body instantly burst into flames, and the fire quickly spread to the operative whose hand was attached to the box. Engulfed in flames, the operative fell to the floor and began rolling from side to side in an attempt to extinguish the fire. And while he rolled across the floor, the liquid that Jack had been spitting instantly ignited.
The flames began spreading rapidly in all directions, reaching the other operatives, who were also covered in the thick, highly flammable liquid.
Screams began echoing from behind the courtroom doors, and small tongues of flame pushed through the cracks around them. Jinx, who was standing on the other side of the doors, casually raised a candy box to her mouth and pressed the red button. A piece of candy fell into her mouth, and Jinx narrowed her eyes before immediately spitting it out.
"Yuck, sour... I don't like sour things. Hmm... Daddy doesn't like sour things either," Jinx said thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side.
"Nobody likes sour things. They don't even taste good!" Tina's voice sounded from nearby.
Jinx turned her head toward Tina's voice and saw her sitting on a strange pink skag, which wore a pink headband with pink rabbit ears on its head. With a smile on her face, Jinx jumped onto the skag and sat down behind Tina.
Tina looked at Jinx with a blank stare that clearly suggested she should get off her skag. Jinx merely looked at her sister with her usual smile and slapped the skag on the back, giving it the command to move forward. The skag immediately dashed ahead, smashing through every wall in its path with its body.
"I think I'm done. Are you done too?" Jinx asked, lazily sitting behind Tina.
"I think I'm done too. Or not. Or yes. I don't know. If the bomb worked, then I'm done. If it didn't, whatever. Another one will work. And if the second one doesn't work, Princess Fluffybutt will do everything herself," Tina said, nodding her head while sitting cross-legged on the back of the speeding skag.
"Then to Mommy Dracula?" Jinx asked with a mischievous smile on her face, swaying from side to side.
"Hmm... Yes. Or no. I think yes. Forward, Sir Paddington! Stop wasting time!" Tina said, thoughtfully leaning to the side while ignoring gravity and smacking the skag named Paddington on the snout.
After being smacked on the snout, the skag accelerated and began running with twice the force, smashing through every wall in its path with its head. After breaking through a dozen walls, the skag suddenly began to slow down, leaving clear claw marks on the concrete floor. Standing near the doors that led to the director's office were Anya, Nyaruko, and Alessa, who were waiting for their sisters.
Nyaruko was lazily lying on a strange cushion that resembled a purple cloud glowing with an unusual starlight. Anya was sitting on her dragon named Bond, who had already grown to a size comparable to that of an adult Tibetan Mastiff.
"You took forever!" Nyaruko said, opening her eyes and jumping down from her cloud.
"Nope. You took forever. We were fast!" Jinx said, pointing a finger at her sister.
"Nah. You were the slow ones," Anya said cheerfully, stroking her dragon's head.
"Let's go. Mother Carmilla may already be waiting for us," Alessa said coldly as she approached the door.
"Ugh, you're so pedantic. You're just like Mommy Wednesday," Jinx said as she jumped off the skag's back.
"Punctuality is the foundation of good manners. Therefore, we should not keep our mother waiting," Alessa said as she opened the doors.
Anya, Nyaruko, Jinx, and Tina exchanged glances and shrugged before following Alessa into the director's office. The girls entered the office and saw their mother sitting behind the desk with her eyes closed.
Hearing the sound of the doors opening and approaching footsteps, Alucard opened her eyes and looked at the girls, who were her daughters. For a brief moment, a gentle smile appeared on Alucard's lips as she looked at the children before her.
"I see you've finished... You did quite well. Very inventive, I would say," Alucard said calmly as she rose from the director's chair.
"Where to next, Mom?" Jinx asked with a cheerful smile, hopping over to Alucard and hanging from her arm.
"You may choose for yourselves, my dear children. Your father has provided plenty of places where we can spend our outing together," Alucard said, lifting Jinx by the collar with one hand until she was at eye level.
"How is Father doing?" Alessa asked, raising her gaze toward Alucard.
"Your father is, as always, being himself," Alucard said, setting Jinx back down on the floor.
"Using whatever happens to be nearby to kill bad guys?" Anya asked, placing a finger against her chin.
Hearing her daughter's question, Alucard merely smiled, not denying the assumption of one of her daughters. After all, she had stopped watching her husband at the very moment Anya, Nyaruko, Jinx, Tina, and Alessa appeared. And that was exactly when Alex had stepped outside, holding an empty whiskey bottle in his hand and calling it a persuasive tool for negotiations.
Seeing their mother's smile, the girls exchanged glances and nodded to each other. They were not surprised at all that their father, despite possessing a vast collection of weapons, still preferred to use whatever happened to be within reach as a weapon. Even all of their mothers had stopped asking questions about it and had simply accepted that their husband was a little strange.
"So then, my dear children. Where shall we go next? The night is still so young and so beautiful. And I have no desire to waste such a delightful night," Alucard said as she approached her daughters.
"Me! Me! Me! Me! I know where we're going. One of the scientists Bond ate was talking about some island. I want to go to the island," Anya said, raising her hand high into the air.
"An island? Maybe there's a volcano there? I've always wanted to throw a bomb into a volcano. That would be so cool!" Tina said with a wide smile on her face as she pulled an entire bundle of grenades out of her bag.
"I want to blow up a volcano too!" Jinx said with a gremlin-like grin on her face as she pulled out a bomb larger than herself.
Alessa and Nyaruko did not object to their sisters' choice and agreed as well. Seeing how enthusiastically the girls discussed their desire to throw a bomb into a volcano, Alucard merely laughed and gathered her daughters into her arms. She did not care that they wanted to throw a bomb into a volcano.
And if that was what they wanted, Alucard would happily watch it together with them rather than try to stop them. Hanging onto their mother's body, the girls eagerly awaited the continuation of their journey. If the women knew who they had entrusted their daughters to, they would regret ever agreeing to let a group of gremlins go off with their mother, who had no intention of stopping them and would instead encourage them.
To be continued...
(Another day that didn't go according to plan. How I love that. Initially, I was thinking of showing a little glimpse of Alucard and her daughters on a short family outing. And then, without even noticing, I realized I'd already written a chapter. And what I really planned didn't fit. Oh well. In the next chapter, we'll return to Alex. And from there, we'll move on to the end. Honestly. I promise. I just had to show Alex's daughters. And let's start with the fact that there's nothing strange about Alex's children being like that. And no, they're not bad. They understand good and evil very well. But you already know that. And I think I'll go take a pill to get rid of my headache and get some rest. Peace, love, and imagination are just that, imagination.)
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