Chapter 25: Bloodline Harvest

The dimensional tear wasn't violent. It was precise.Heather's children materialized. Not by choice. By Nehellenia's supernatural summons.

Haru - Kurama's eldest - with dark, dramatic features that screamed supernatural potential. Sora landed beside him, equally mischievous. Two girls followed. Yuki, who looked exactly like a younger version of Heather but with Kurama's blazing crimson eyes, struck a pose that was pure supernatural drama.

Beside her, Shizuka - one of Tomoe's fox twins - landed with elegant precision, her silver hair catching the sunlight like a weapon.

A third arrival made everyone pause. Akihiko, Tomoe's teenage son, looked like he'd stepped out of a supernatural magazine. Heather's brown hair, but with Tomoe's intense violet eyes that seemed to see through dimensional barriers.

Kazuki - with Heather's soft brown hair and Demand's piercing lavender eyes - stepped forward. "Mother," he whispered, his voice carrying an unexpected weight of supernatural power.

Akira, who looked exactly like Demand but had Heather's compassionate smile, reached out with a small hand that suddenly crackled with unexpected energy. Crystalline fragments danced around her fingers, a mix of her parents' divine abilities.

Nehellenia's eyes locked onto them with pure, predatory hunger.

"Your mother dies," she hissed, "and you will feed my resurrection."

The first supernatural extraction wasn't violent. It was methodical. Precise. Each child suspended in a way that maximized their molecular potential for blood harvest.

Haru and Sora's crow blood - iridescent and dark - began to leak. Not randomly. With surgical precision that suggested the extraction was alive. Sentient.

Yuki's crimson energy erupted, then collapsed. Her body suspended, molecular structure violated.

Shizuka's fox magic flickered and died as her blood became a living weapon of supernatural potential.

Akihiko and Kazuki - their crystalline potential ripped from their very essence.

Akira's small form trembled as supernatural energy was systematically consumed.

"If your mother dies," Nehellenia breathed, "you become my eternal fuel."

The Dead Moon Circus trembled. Reality itself held its breath.

Nightmares became the only truth.