Heir of Wolcott Manor
Copyright© 2025 by Carlos Santiago
Chapter 21: The Righteous Path
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 21: The Righteous Path - After his father's passing in 1822, Silas Wolcott returns home to discover he has inherited a fortune beyond necessity. However, soon, he must uncover the secrets of his House and bloodline. With the help of his stalwart butler, a seductive vampire, and his own intellect, Silas must navigate a power FAR greater than any of mortal comprehension.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Historical Alternate History Paranormal Vampires Cream Pie Halloween Royalty Violence
“Seek the Old Blood ... Let us partake in communion and feast upon the Old Blood. Our thirst for blood satiates us, soothes our fears. Seek the old blood. But beware the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. The foul beasts will dangle nectar, and lure the meek into the depths. Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented.”
– Vicar Amelia (as portrayed by Lucy Briggs-Owen), Bloodborne, written and directed by Hidetaka Miyazaki. Developed by FromSoftware. Published by Sony Computer Entertainment. Copyright © 2015 Sony Computer Entertainment Inc. Originally released March 24, 2015 (North America).
The vial lay upon the escritoire like a ruby torn from the heart of night, which was not too far from the truth all things considered. Within its narrow glass prison, the blood of Sophia appeared inert.
Silas sat at his chair to look it over. Since looking at the door, he had been changed even if others did not want to admit to the alteration. His breathing was more shallow, his complexion was more pale, his legs were weaker.
If he was a vain man, he would have been grateful that his hair was not thinning and falling out.
Nevertheless, he knew that his experience with the Old One under his house had irrevocably modified him somehow. He could not be sure if it was simply a skin deep revision or something far worse. Perhaps this change went down to his mind or soul, and his body was reflecting that change.
Finally, he allowed himself to look at his once-lover’s blood; this was the Princess’s legacy distilled to that of sacramental necessity.
His hands trembled as he reached out to touch the container. Fear and awe mixed together with his new physical weakness to create a moment of hesitation.
He packaged up the vial with straw and packing paper before placing the vial in a wooden box. Before sliding the lid closed, he placed a letter on top of the prize.
He thought then of the Door, of nuclear fire, the stars themselves shrieking in derision, gods and angels dying. These were immensities not meant for a man in the first quarter of the 19th century. That did not stop them from being his burden to bear. He was only just coming to understand the gift of knowledge he had been ceded by the Horror or was it his unknown ally?
With the wooden case closed, he would entrust this package to Thomas’s keeping for the post. The Wolcott man might have stood; unfortunately for him, his legs would not support his weight.
Neither the salvation of the world, nor its damnation, would begin with this motion. Much had been begun long before he had known. This was a moment for an old wound to be reopened or have a chance to heal.
The Horror was the greatest threat to all of existence. He would be its destroyer ... or at the very least, he might do some damage.
It smiled.
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