Vampire Progenitor System-Chapter 90: Rey Pledging His Loyalty

Lucifer leaned back, arms folded across his chest as he studied Rey like he was weighing something on the edge of a blade. His eyes were sharp, steady—like glass just before it cracks.

"And why," he said slowly, voice low and unimpressed, "should I help you?"

He tilted his head slightly.

"Last I checked, we weren’t exactly allies. And if your memory’s as short as your judgment, let me remind you—I still owe your sister a grave."

The room went still.

Rey swallowed hard, fists clenched at his sides. His voice, when it came, didn’t shake.

"I know. And I won’t ask for your forgiveness. But I need you to listen."

Lucifer didn’t move. He didn’t blink.

Rey continued.

"We were following orders—from the Demon Realm. Me, my sister, the others. We were told to watch you and Ruka. That was it. No interference. No contact. Just surveillance."

He took a breath.

"But then you started drawing attention. Power like yours... it doesn’t stay hidden for long. We thought you were just some rogue born of chaos. Another mistake we had to clean up."

Lucifer’s gaze narrowed slightly. Rey pressed on.

"Then Teemah took my sister. Dragged her to Daniel’s camp."

Lucifer’s voice cut in, cold and flat.

"Daniel."

Rey nodded. "Right. Daniel."

"I went back to the Demon Realm for help," Rey said. "To my mother. But the moment she heard your name, she froze. Like she’d seen a ghost. She asked what we’d done. And when I told her—she panicked."

Lucifer arched an eyebrow but said nothing.

"My father was called next. And he didn’t even let me finish. He cursed us. Told us we’d broken a sacred order. That we’d gone against a protected name."

Lucifer exhaled slowly. Like he was already tired of the story.

"Let me guess," he said, voice laced with sarcasm, "my name’s cursed, I’m special, and I’m secretly the key to some prophecy I couldn’t care less about?"

Rey didn’t flinch. He met Lucifer’s eyes.

"No," he said. "You’re an Origin."

Lucifer’s lips parted slightly.

"...An Origin?"

Rey nodded.

"You are the son of Lilith Origin. The Queen of the Demon Realm."

Silence.

Lucifer didn’t laugh this time. He didn’t scoff. He just stared—expression unreadable, but the heat in the room seemed to rise just a little.

Zane, who had been half-asleep against the wall, suddenly stood upright. His grin faded.

Even the distant sounds of foot traffic around the mansion seemed to still.

Lucifer turned away. For a moment, he just stared at the ground.

Lilith.

There it was again.

The name that always felt like a thorn behind his thoughts.

He shook his head once. Slowly.

"So what?"

He turned back to Rey.

"So I’m her son. The queen’s spawn. A living relic from a bloodline that abandoned me."

Lucifer’s voice was calm. Cold.

"What does that have to do with helping you?"

Rey stepped forward, eyes burning with something desperate.

"Because I want to serve you," he said. "Not out of guilt. Out of loyalty. You have the blood of the true line. You could rule the Demon Realm. You could bring order. I’ll help you get there. I’ll make you king."

Lucifer blinked once. Then he scoffed.

"King? Of demons?"

He laughed. Not amused. Just tired.

"You’re standing in front of someone who would burn bridges with every one he comes across. I don’t want a throne. I don’t want loyalty soaked in fear. I want power to build what they said I never could. That’s why I made this clan. That’s why I branded it with a name that felt like mine."

He took a step forward. Just one. Enough to make Rey’s breath hitch.

"I’m not looking to wear a crown, Rey. I’m looking to rewrite the damn rules."

Rey didn’t move. His hands trembled slightly.

"Then let me help," he said again. "Let me make it right."

Lucifer turned away, already walking toward the door.

"You don’t get to make it right."

Rey followed a few steps. "Lucifer, please—"

"You chose a side," Lucifer snapped. "And it wasn’t mine."

Rey dropped to one knee.

"I’m choosing now," he said. "I swear it. From this moment on, I follow only you."

Lucifer didn’t even turn around.

"You don’t get to swear loyalty like it’s a switch," he said, voice low and dark. "You either bleed for it... or you stay out of my way."

Rey remained kneeling.

Lucifer paused at the door.

"...We’ll see if you’re still kneeling when the real storm hits."

And then he was gone.

Leaving Rey alone with only silence and the weight of everything he couldn’t undo.

Rey remained kneeling long after Lucifer was gone.

The door had closed. The air was still. Only silence wrapped the room now. Silence—and the weight of Lucifer’s words.

"You don’t get to swear loyalty like it’s a switch. You either bleed for it... or stay out of my way."

Rey clenched his jaw, his fingers curling against the cold stone floor.

He wasn’t angry.

Not at Lucifer.

He was angry at himself.

They were supposed to protect him. Watch over him from the shadows. Never interfere. That was the order. The directive that came straight from the top. But they thought they knew better. They thought they were stopping something dangerous.

They were wrong.

Lucifer wasn’t just a danger.

He was change.

A force that would bend the world—or break it.

Rey closed his eyes. He could still hear the edge in Lucifer’s voice. The certainty in every word. He wasn’t a boy with power. He was a storm walking. And Rey had stepped into his path like a fool.

"I swear it," he repeated quietly to himself. "I’ll earn it. No matter what it takes."

Then—

Rey’s head snapped up.

His eyes glinted faintly.

That presence...

Familiar. Cold.

Blood-tied.

"...She’s here."

His sister.

Alive.

Her aura was faint—but it was close. Lingering on the edge of his senses.

Rey stood in a blink, the kneeling position gone like it never happened. His shadows flared beneath him, curling like smoke.

He didn’t hesitate.

He didn’t think.

SHHHRRIP.

His body melted into the floor like liquid shadow.

Gone.

Off to find his sister.

To fix the mess that started it all.

Even if it killed him.