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Trust cannot withstand any lies. She closes her eyes and listens to what her heart is saying.

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I am very patient, but I'm afraid the other people in the workhouse can't afford to be.

  • Agree to the transaction
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  • Threaten Akerman
    • Story continues

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  • Nurse A: Ahhh, help! Save me! Please, someone help me!
  • Ghoul: Garrghhh!


  • Ghoul: Arrgh, rargh...
  • Ghoul: Gargh!


  • Edward Grey: Ghouls!
  • After a moment of astonishment, Edward reacts.
  • Furious, he grips his revolver tightly, ready to pull the trigger.
  • But someone stands in the way of his revolver.
  • You: Edward! No!
  • I firmly grasp his hand.
  • You: It's not time yet, Edward! He still wants something from me, and we still have a chance—
  • I lower my voice and quickly persuade him. William Akerman, upon hearing these words, bursts into laughter.
  • William Akerman: Oh really? Well, let's assume that a lady always has the privilege to believe that she will be treated kindly.
  • William Akerman: So, are you willing now to talk about the deal you just rejected?
  • I take a deep breath.
  • You: What kind of deal do you want?
  • William Akerman: I can withdraw the ghouls, leave the workhouse, and restore peace to everyone here.
  • William Akerman: But I need to take you away. From here, from everyone— Take you away forever.
  • His crimson eyes stare at me, greed and passion apparent in his gaze. He even licks his lips.
  • Jesse's hand trembles slightly. If it weren't for the blood bond, I suspect he might have challenged William Akerman to a duel.
  • Edward Grey: Fat chance! Caroline will never go with you.
  • William Akerman: I didn't ask for your opinion, Edward. I never expected you, a rebellious child, to understand the pain of your father.
  • William Akerman: A mortal human body is simply too fragile for undying blood. This vessel has reached its limit.
  • William Akerman: No matter how much I reduce my activity and lower my consumption, my body is still forced to endure death and rebirth day after day.
  • William Akerman: This is just like Sisyphus' punishment... the consequence of defying the gods...
  • Edward Grey: You deserve it, Father.
  • William Akerman: I can certainly find other ways to alleviate this issue. For example, consuming a significant amount of fresh blood...
  • William Akerman: Or by constantly switching vessels? It would be great if I could find a young and healthy body to inhabit every month or every week.
  • William Akerman: Do you think that would be better?
  • Edward Grey: ...
  • William Akerman: Of course you wouldn't think so. So, shouldn't we just solve this problem once and for all?
  • William Akerman: Luckily, Miss Caroline Rayes happens to possess the incredibly rare physique of a half-blood being. Her body is the perfect vessel for undying blood.
  • William Akerman: Let the most suitable person do the most suitable thing. That is the true essence of natural selection.
  • William Akerman speaks these words with a prayer-like tone, delivering them with righteous conviction.
  • I can't help laughing bitterly at the absurdity of the situation.
  • You: (He's crazy.)
  • However, this madman holds the fate of the entire workhouse, as well as Jesse's life, in his hands.
  • Even though I find this incredibly absurd, I must confront the situation and make the right choice.
  • William Akerman: So what will it be, Caroline? Have you made your decision?
  • William Akerman: I am very patient, but I'm afraid the other people in the workhouse can't afford to be.

Agree to the transaction

  • You: (I have to stall him!)
  • You: I can give myself to you.
  • Jesse Lindvall: Caroline! No!
  • Edward Grey: ...
  • You: But you must immediately cease the ghouls' attacks.
  • You: If someone dies in the workhouse because of them, the deal is off.
  • William Akerman hesitates for only a second, then sighs lightly and crosses his arms.
  • I don't know how he gave the command, but the terrifying screams of the ghouls suddenly vanish.
  • The people still scream in fear, but upon realizing that these monstrous creatures have become motionless, they regain a bit of their senses.
  • William Akerman: As you wish. I've made them stop.
  • He agreed so readily, which is beyond my expectations.
  • William Akerman: But this is only temporary. Using the Elder's power comes at a cost.
  • William Akerman: I promise you, if you change your mind, the ghouls' attacks will be even more brutal.
  • William Akerman: And then there won't be a single living soul left in this courtyard.
  • You: (He really is heartless!)
  • I suppress my trembling and take a step towards him, gritting my teeth.
  • Edward tightens his grip on my hand, as if he wants to pull me back, but then freezes.
  • You: I... have one more condition.
  • I clench my hands and shift my gaze to Jesse, staring intensely at him.
  • You: Release Jesse. Free him from his blood bond. Set him free. If you do this, I will surrender myself to you.
  • Jesse Lindvall: !
  • William Akerman: ...
  • William, who was just resolute moments ago, does not respond as quickly this time. I take another step forward.
  • You: Can you agree to my request, Pastor William?
  • William Akerman: Kindness is a lady's virtue, while caution is a gentleman's.
  • He laughs coldly, his gaze flickering towards Edward and the revolver he's holding tightly in his hand.
  • William Akerman: I'd be happy to fulfill your request, but unfortunately, I'm not that naive.
  • William Akerman: Is it reasonable to expect Paris to first drop his bow and arrow before Achilles shows his Achilles heel?
  • His sharp mind hasn't missed a thing.

Threaten Akerman

  • You: I've made up my mind.
  • Without hesitating, I quickly draw the dagger from beneath my cloak.
  • Jesse Lindvall: What?
  • Jesse is startled by the sharp weapon, and as if unable to control his fear, he takes a step back.
  • William Akerman: What do you plan to do with that small knife? Do you really think it can pose a threat to me?
  • William Akerman: Are you really such a skilled fighter that you can throw it at me from such a distance?
  • You: I would never dream of challenging you with such a simple threat.
  • I flip the dagger and point it at my chest.
  • I can feel my heart pounding beneath my chest, under layers of thick wool fabric.
  • William Akerman: !
  • You: Stop the ghouls' attacks right now, William Akerman. Otherwise, I'll plunge the dagger in.
  • After a moment of astonishment, William Akerman chuckles somewhat unnaturally.
  • William Akerman: How foolish, Caroline. Threatening me with your own death? It makes absolutely no sense.
  • You: It depends on what we're talking about.
  • I jab the dagger into my skin. Akerman tries to hide it, but something changes in his expression.
  • You: You don't care about my death, but you care about whether my body is damaged. After all, my body is the only perfect vessel in this world.
  • You: And what about you? After being tormented by the cycle of death and rebirth for over a decade, your spirit must have long lost any semblance of willpower, right?
  • You: If I were to shed a little blood in this place...
  • I pause meaningfully, and William Akerman's gaze becomes even more harsh.
  • I finally understand that his greedy and fanatical gaze earlier was not intentional, but rather an unconscious and instinctive reaction.
  • You: What would Edward do when you're overwhelmed by bloodlust and feasting on me?
  • You: Do you truly have the confidence to resist the temptation of fresh blood and refrain from harming my body?
  • You: Jesse once restrained himself to save me. Want to ask him for advice on how to control your instincts?
  • Jesse laughs out loud and speaks his first complete sentence of the night.
  • Jesse Lindvall: Please, Caroline. I don't even know how I managed to do it myself.
  • His voice is steady and filled with a familiar playfulness, as if we've returned to the time when we used to complain about the complexities of social interactions.
  • William Akerman: Don't give me that look, Caroline. Of course, I will respect your kind wish.
  • A shadow flickers in William Akerman's eyes, but he quickly regains his composure and clasps his hands together.
  • I don't know how he gave the command, but the terrifying screams of the ghouls suddenly vanish.
  • The people still scream in fear, but upon realizing that these monstrous creatures have become motionless, they regain a bit of their senses.
  • William Akerman: As you wish. I've made them stop.
  • William Akerman: You see, there's no need for us to be so tense. I don't want you to get hurt.
  • William Akerman: If you have any other requests, feel free to bring them up. We can discuss and come to an agreement.
  • He appears to have taken a step back, but the situation is still under his control.
  • I don't know how much effect this threat can still produce, but I have to give it another try.
  • You: Release Jesse from his blood bond and set him free.
  • William Akerman: So I have to deal with both a vampire hunter and a vampire at the same time? No, darling, let's change the terms.
  • William Akerman: You could get Paris to put down his bow and arrow before Achilles shows his Achilles' heel.
  • He laughs coldly, his gaze flickering towards Edward and the revolver he's holding tightly in his hand.
  • After silently apologizing to Jesse in my heart, I turn around and look at Doctor Grey.
  • You: Edward, please. Put down the gun.
  • Edward Grey: ...
  • Something glimmers in the depths of his unblinking emerald eyes.
  • You: Edward!
  • My breath quickens, and I raise my voice, urging him urgently.
  • Finally, he slowly loosens his fingers and lowers the muzzle.
  • William Akerman, of course, does not let his guard down due to this. He issues further instructions with indifference.
  • William Akerman: Don't just put it down. Throw it over. And don't throw it at me.
  • William Akerman: If you make one wrong move, Miss Rayes and everyone here will die. Do you understand, Edward?
  • After a few agonizingly long seconds, Edward finally acquiesces and slides the silver revolver along the ground.
  • The spot where the gun stops is rather apt: it is only two steps away from William Akerman's body, right beside him, and twenty meters away from us.
  • For humans, this is a distance that cannot be crossed easily, which is enough to put William Akerman at ease.
  • You: Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise.
  • William Akerman glances at the silver revolver. It used to be his weapon, but now he can't lay a finger on it.
  • William Akerman: ...
  • He stares at it for a few seconds, a strange smile slowly forming at the corner of his mouth.
  • William Akerman: Jesse Lindvall.
  • Jesse Lindvall: Uh!
  • Jesse lets out a muffled, agonized groan. In the next second, he grabs my neck with astonishing speed!
  • You: Urk!
  • I'm suffocating. Regret washes over me: William Akerman never even considered keeping his promise!
  • Jesse Lindvall: No, no— Caroline, I'm sorry...
  • His helpless sobbing intermittently reaches my ears. The lack of oxygen causes my vision to darken, and my limbs flail weakly.
  • I feel Jesse pulling me step by step, getting closer and closer to William Akerman.
  • William Akerman: Don't move, Edward!
  • William Akerman: Jesse can snap Caroline's neck in just one second, so you better not force me to do that.
  • Edward, who was about to take action, freezes in my blurry vision.
  • All the cards have been played. For William Akerman, our advantage is now completely gone.


  • In my last second of clarity, I exert all my strength and grab Jesse's icy hand.
  • Just like how we used to go to art exhibitions, attend dances, walk in the park, and explore the Eastern District in the past...
  • The hand that saved me from the brink of death...
  • You: (Please, Jesse. Understand what I'm trying to say!)

If you gained Jesse's trust

  • Jesse Lindvall: Caroline...
  • Amidst uncontrollable sobs, he gradually calms down and softly whispers my name.
  • And... I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I feel like Jesse's hand around my neck has loosened slightly.
  • The blood bond still coldly controls Jesse's body, dragging me forcefully to the presence of William Akerman.
  • He cannot resist this action.
  • But as long as he doesn't violate William Akerman's orders, he still has a certain degree of freedom to act.
  • You: (We're almost there!)
  • In the small gap that Jesse has tried to create for me, I desperately breathe, gathering strength.
  • He doesn't drag me along a straight line, but deliberately chooses a slightly winding path.
  • And along this path, a loaded silver revolver awaits.
  • William Akerman: Wait! Stop!
  • You: !
  • William Akerman shouts loudly. Ignoring everything, I extend my right leg and with all my might, kick the gun away into the distance!
  • Jesse Lindvall: Edward! Catch!
  • Jesse raises his voice, speaking in my stead, to shout Edward's name.
  • I see Akerman's expression shift to fear... which means that Edward has caught the gun.
  • The situation has turned around.
  • Edward Grey has his gun back, while Jesse, William Akerman's shield, is now out of range.


  • *bang!* *bang!* *bang!* *bang!*
  • Edward's face is calm as he pulls the trigger without any hesitation.
  • William Akerman, who has lost his shield, doesn't have time to panic. He swiftly dodges the bullets, making good use of the Blood Clan's amazing speed.
  • Sparks dance repeatedly in front of the barrel.
  • The air is filled with the smell of burnt gunpowder.
  • The immense firepower born of the Industrial Revolution erupts into the face of the dark side of London.


If you gained Edward's trust

  • Jesse's hand relaxes.
  • Under the threat of silver bullets, William Akerman is focused on evading the attack, and can no longer maintain a grip on the blood bond.
  • Jesse Lindvall: Hurry back to Edward's side, Caroline.
  • I feel extremely reluctant, but I know that we're not out of the woods just yet. One wrong step could lead to irreversible disaster.
  • You: Jesse, thank you! Hang in there! I'll save you!
  • I hastily thank him before sprinting towards Edward.
  • William Akerman: No!
  • You: Ah!
  • Edward Grey: Urgh...!
  • A drop of blood splashes into my eye. Half of my field of vision is instantly covered with blood.
  • The drop of blood came from Edward. His body is drenched in blood gushing from his left shoulder, and his towering figure sways unsteadily.
  • You: Edward... Edward...
  • I reach out in confusion, attempting to support him, unable to believe what is happening before my eyes.
  • You: You... You're...
  • Edward Grey: Stay by my side... Don't move, Caroline.
  • He gasps, struggling to suppress the pain. Raising his still functioning right hand, he aims the gun at Jesse's contorted face.
  • Jesse Lindvall: Edward... Ugh...!
  • Edward Grey: Don't come over here, Jesse. Hang in there. Don't let instinct defeat you.
  • Edward Grey: Otherwise, I really will shoot at you.
  • Jesse falls to his knees, digging into the earth with his fingers, trying to suppress his thirst.
  • Jesse Lindvall: No, no, no— I can't— That's Edward...
  • William Akerman: Haha...
  • The pastor's laughter, driven by the scent of blood, echoes madly from all directions.
  • William Akerman: You fired four shots, and there are only two bullets left.
  • William Akerman: After everything is said and done, who can you protect with your battered body, Edward?
  • The laughter loses all semblance of humanity, resembling that of a wild beast, ready to unleash carnage at any moment.
  • Edward takes a deep breath, and leans against me, struggling to find some balance.
  • But his voice is steady.
  • Edward Grey: That's right. Two bullets. I left one more bullet compared to the time I killed Dennis, because I have to deal with Jesse Lindvall.
  • Edward Grey: And I can use the last one to kill Caroline Rayes.
  • William Akerman's inhuman laughter abruptly ceases.
  • William Akerman: Impossible... You won't do it! You can't kill her! You injured yourself just to save her!
  • Edward Grey: Is that so? Do you think I am incapable of taking action against her?
  • Edward Grey: Do you think I would just stand by and watch as you take her body and turn her into a monster for all eternity?
  • Edward laughs heartily, his laughter tinged with a hint of madness.
  • I cannot discern whether he speaks the truth or whether it's just an empty threat.
  • Edward Grey: Do you think I won't make the same choice I did when I was fourteen? Do you think all the years you've invested in me have been a failure?
  • Edward Grey: You've really disappointed me, Father.
  • His body becomes increasingly heavy, and I know that he won't be able to hold on much longer.
  • You: Shoot, Edward.
  • I move the muzzle gently towards my own chest. Something flashes in his eyes.
  • Edward Grey: Look, Father... There's nothing more you can do.
  • Edward Grey: You will never find such a perfect vessel again. Your physical body will decay forever. Your suffering will never come to an end.
  • Edward Grey: This is the fate of Sisyphus, who tried to escape death!
  • William Akerman realizes then that he has misjudged the situation.
  • He isn't facing a dragon slayer, but another dragon like him.
  • Moreover, it is a dragon that he has personally hatched, nurtured, and led onto this irreversible path.


  • A different kind of commotion begins to stir within the workhouse.
  • Just before sunrise, sharp and piercing whistles fill the air, followed by countless footsteps and gunshots.
  • Scotland Yard is approaching the workhouse. But they're also accompanied by the sound of something strange.
  • A large flock of ravens flap their wings, resembling a dark storm cloud as they soar towards the dilapidated house.
  • You: It's Vincent!
  • These gloomy and fierce birds swoop straight through the windows and into the building, pecking out the eyes of all the temporarily imprisoned ghouls.
  • Vincent Savile: Please give me a minute, Caroline.
  • I cannot see Vincent's figure, but I feel a gust of wind blowing past me.
  • The ghouls inside the workhouse let out terrifying wails, and then there is silence.
  • William Akerman: ...!
  • Realizing that the situation is now hopeless, William Akerman utters a curse before swiftly fleeing.
  • Jesse, kneeling in the center of the courtyard, starts shaking all over. He raises his hand and tentatively gives it a gentle squeeze.
  • His body is once again his to command.
  • Police Officer: Don't move! Raise your hands!
  • The workhouse gate is forced open.
  • The police bark out stern warnings, the dark barrels of their guns all pointed directly at us.
  • Edward turns, then slowly lowers the gun, indicating that he has no intention of resisting.
  • You: (Is it finally over? Are we safe...?)
  • As I relax in relief, I tremble a little and fall to the ground.


  • I feel myself falling into a warm embrace. His blood-stained coat still smells of disinfectant.
  • The doctor who saves lives. The vampire hunter who is rational and cold-hearted. The liar who is full of lies. The evil dragon who is cruel and merciless. Right now, none of that matters.
  • Edward Grey: Don't worry, Caroline.
  • He is simply Edward Grey.
  • He is just the person who, on the train journey home, handed a handkerchief to the girl who cried in her dreams.
  • I rub my cheek against his coat and feel something damp.
  • I refuse to think about what it is.


If you failed to gain Edward's trust

  • William Akerman: Hahahaha...
  • Laughter, wild and unhinged, echoes from all directions, emanating from the pastor.
  • William Akerman: You fired four shots, and there are only two bullets left.
  • William Akerman: After everything is said and done, who can you protect now, Edward?
  • Edward Grey: ...
  • He stops shooting and stands quietly.
  • Jesse is still gripping my neck. I struggle to draw in meager breaths beneath his palm, awaiting Edward's decision.
  • Edward Grey: Only two bullets left. What should I do, Father?
  • Is the night wind too cold? Or is his voice too indifferent?
  • I feel goosebumps all over, and my hairs stand on end.
  • Who's speaking? That certainly isn't the Edward Grey I know.
  • William Akerman's inhuman laughter abruptly ceases.
  • He isn't facing a dragon slayer, but another dragon like him.
  • Moreover, it is a dragon that he has personally hatched, nurtured, and led onto this irreversible path.
  • Edward Grey: Without Jesse Lindvall, you won't be able to use him as a tool and shield anymore.
  • Edward Grey: Without Caroline Rayes, you won't be able to find another perfect vessel for your undying blood.
  • Edward Grey: I'm really curious, Father. If you lose both of them, what else can you do?
  • Edward Grey: I'd love to find out.
  • He aims the gun at us.


  • I cannot accurately describe what happens next.
  • I hear gunshots, yelling, the ghouls gnawing away, and the people's desperate screams.
  • Jesse is shouting Edward Grey's name with a bone-chilling hatred in his voice.
  • Mama...
  • Humans and vampires are actually very alike, aren't they?
  • I encountered vampires who are gentler than humans, and I fell in love with a human colder than vampires.
  • Now, all of this will come to pass.
  • Caroline Rayes' world has come to an end.
Get to understand the real Edward Grey, and perhaps, he'll see you as something more.
You don't need to understand him if you truly feel nothing towards him.

Ending [Loveless]


If you failed to gain Jesse's trust

  • However, that icy hand tightens, cutting off my very last breath of air.
  • ...


  • I thought I would be strangled to death, but William Akerman clearly would not allow such a thing to happen.
  • Amidst Jesse's weak sobs, I am dragged in front of the vampire pastor.
  • Those bright, fiery eyes gaze at me in satisfaction.
  • You: I... beg you...
  • William Akerman: Oh?
  • My swollen and painful throat can hardly make a sound, but I exert all my strength to speak, to utter the words.
  • You: Let Jesse and Edward go...
  • William Akerman: Caroline, oh Caroline.
  • He tilts his head, sighing dramatically, but his eyes gleam with malicious intent.
  • William Akerman: When I proposed a deal to you, you turned me down without any hesitation.
  • William Akerman: Now you don't have any more chips to trade. I'm sorry, my dear.


  • I don't know if I've closed my eyes out of despair or if someone has blocked my vision.
  • My world has plunged into boundless darkness.
  • I think I will keep this darkness as my eternal companion forever.
  • ...
Jesse has always been unwilling to accept that he has become a vampire. But the question is: have you accepted it?
Please treat him with the same respect as you would treat a human being.

Ending [Descendants of Cain]