Chapter 36 — The Origin of Immortality (Extended)
Silence lingered in the room, but it was no longer the suffocating kind that pressed against the lungs. This silence carried weight—curious, almost reverent—as if the very air understood that something ancient, something foundational, was about to be revealed.
Arthur Corvinus stood at the head of the table, arms loosely crossed, his crimson eyes moving across each of them with quiet precision. The shift in the room was undeniable. They were no longer looking at him as an equal within a fragile alliance of power. Whatever balance had existed before had already begun to tilt.
Now—
They were listening.
Talia Hale broke the stillness first, her voice calm, steady, and carrying authority that demanded clarity.
"Start from the beginning."
Arthur exhaled slowly, as though the breath itself carried the weight of centuries.
"…Fine."
His gaze drifted—not unfocused, but distant, as if he were no longer standing in the present. When he spoke again, his voice had changed. It slowed, deepened, softened in a way that made each word feel deliberate.
"My bloodline didn't start with me," he said. "It started with a man."
That alone shifted the atmosphere further. Derek leaned forward without noticing. Laura's sharp edge softened into curiosity. Even Peter, who rarely allowed himself to be drawn into anything he did not control, had gone completely still.
Arthur continued.
"His name was Alexander Corvinus."
The name did not echo loudly.
It settled.
Like something that had always existed… simply waiting to be remembered.
"Long before your kind learned to hunt beneath the moon," Arthur said, his voice weaving steadily, "before magic rooted itself into the bones of the world, before hunters convinced themselves they could control what they feared… there was only man."
He paused—not for effect, but to allow the truth of it to settle.
"Fragile. Temporary. Bound by flesh, by time… and by death."
Arthur began to move slowly around the table, each step measured, as though he were walking through memory rather than space.
"In the 5th century, when kingdoms were not yet stable and power shifted with every blade drawn, men like Alexander rose not because they were chosen… but because they refused to be anything less than dominant."
His eyes darkened slightly as he spoke.
"He was not a king by birth. He took what he had. Territory, armies, loyalty. He understood something most rulers didn't at the time—power was not held by crowns. It was held by those who controlled fear."
Laura listened closely. Derek's jaw tightened slightly.
Arthur continued.
"He carved influence across early European territories—lands that would later become the foundation of rising kingdoms. While others fought for borders, Alexander learned to shape outcomes. He did not always lead from the front lines. He learned when to be seen… and when to remain invisible."
Talia's gaze sharpened.
"He manipulated conflicts before they began," Arthur added. "Ensured victories before battles were fought. He placed leaders where he needed them. Removed those who became inconvenient. Entire bloodlines rose… and fell… without ever realizing who stood behind their fate."
Peter let out a quiet breath.
"…So he was already controlling the world before anything changed."
Arthur gave a slight nod.
"He was preparing it."
A brief silence passed.
"Then came the plague."
The word lingered.
"The sickness entered his body," Arthur continued, tapping his chest lightly, "and something answered." His eyes flickered with something deeper now—something that bordered on reverence. "The Corvinus Strain. the disease couldn't kill him."
The room fell completely still.
"It studied it. Adapted to it. Overcame it. And in doing so… it changed him."
Derek finally spoke, his voice quieter than before. "…Into what?"
Arthur met his gaze, and for a brief moment, the weight of centuries seemed to press behind his eyes.
"Into something that no longer belonged to death."
"Immortality"
No one spoke after that.
Arthur continued, his tone shifting again—less clinical, more… human.
"He watched as the world around him died. Friends, soldiers, enemies… people whose names were once spoken with meaning, now reduced to silence. And yet, he remained."
His gaze drifted slightly, as if seeing something distant.
"Immortality is not a gift," he said quietly. "It is survival… stretched into eternity."
Laura exhaled softly, almost unconsciously. "…That sounds lonely."
Arthur didn't deny it. "It is."
A brief silence passed before Peter spoke again, his voice sharper now, cutting through the heaviness. "…And his sons?"
Arthur's expression shifted—subtly, but enough for all of them to notice. "Ah… yes. His sons." He raised three fingers slowly. "Marcus. William. And the third… the one forgotten by the history my Ancestor."
He lowered his hand, his voice steady once more. "They inherited the strain—but not in its pure form. Not like Alexander. Their blood was… diluted." Talia nodded faintly, understanding immediately.
"Marcus was the first to change," Arthur continued. "he was in a journey, like a scientist he travel to discover new things then he went to the cave to take shelter when it rains but he was Bitten by a creature of the night—a bat. But instead of dying cause by infection, his body adapted, twisted, and reshaped itself. He became something new… the first of what would later be called vampires. Not created. Not turned. Evolved." He paused briefly before continuing. "William followed a similar path. Bitten by a wolf, his body reacted violently to the strain.
(AN: created means, by using magic. turned means transform by a vampire. i need to emphasize this line to avoid misunderstanding)
"Where Marcus became calculated and controlled, William became something else entirely. while they we're hunting with his friends for food. a pack of wolves fought them, they trespassed in their territory. wolves are known for being territorial so in the end. a lot of them got injured. but he evolve into a Savage. Unrestrained. A creature governed by instinct alone."
Derek's expression darkened slightly.
"William's transformation did not grant him control," Arthur said, his tone colder now. "It amplified the animal within him the purest desire to hunt and dominate override his ability to think straight . He tore through villages, massacring anything in his path. Those who survived his attacks… changed. They became the second generation. The beginning of your kind. a werewolf" His gaze flicked briefly to Derek. "A diluted echo of something far more primal."
"those savage and irrational behavior was inherited by the werewolves until the present time. even those who was turned by magic and rituals"
No one argued.
"And the third son?" Laura asked quietly.
Arthur's expression softened slightly. "He remained human. But that… made him the most important." He leaned slightly against the table again. "Because his bloodline did not mutate. It stabilized. It carried the strain in its purest, most balanced form." His eyes sharpened slightly. "Generations later… that line produce someone capable of something impossible."
Arthur whispered "…Michael Corvin."
"The only one whose body could accept both legacies. Vampire and Lycan. Not because he was stronger… but because he was complete."
Silence followed once more.
Then Derek asked, "What happened to Alexander?"
Arthur's gaze lowered slightly. "He watched. For centuries, he watched as his sons turned the world into a battlefield. As their creations multiplied, war followed in their wake."
His voice grew quieter. "He tried to fix it. Built organizations. Erased evidence. Hid the truth from humanity. He became… a guardian of a world that would never know his name."
Peter crossed his arms, frowning slightly. "…And that didn't end well."
Arthur let out a faint breath. "No. It didn't."
His eyes darkened.
"He was killed."
Laura's voice came softly. "…By whom?"
"Marcus" Arthur nodded. "Yes. Because Marcus wanted more. More power. More control. And because Alexander refused to fight his own blood he was severely defeated."
A heavy silence settled once again.
"…What did he do before he died?" Laura asked.
Arthur's gaze lifted slightly, distant once more. "Two things." He paused. "First… he revealed the truth. To someone worthy. He told her everything—the origin, the war, the bloodline." A brief pause. "to Selene, his faithful vampire servant."
Talia's eyes narrowed slightly in recognition.
"And second…" Arthur tapped his chest again. "He gave his blood. Not as a weapon. Not as power." His voice lowered. "As inheritance."
"it turns Selene into a something greater, someone greater. it helps her to change things throughout the Century."
The room froze.
"And that," Arthur said, his crimson eyes meeting each of theirs, "is where everything changed."
He gestured lightly around them. "The serum. The evolution. The adaptation…" A faint smirk formed once more. "…is nothing more than the continuation of that legacy."
"now i became that legacy. the one who is Closest to the Origin of all."
Silence followed.
Deep. Absolute.
Because now—
They understood.
Arthur Corvinus was not just powerful.
He was not just different.
He was the next step in something that had begun long before any of them were born.
And whatever came after him—
Would not simply change the supernatural world.
It would redefine it.
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SO THIS IS IT!!! i hope you like some history lesson. Reading history is a hobby of mine like greek history, Babylon, Mesopotamia, Sumerian, Rome and Persia , doing this FF is hard, how to make conversation, imagine how to create moves in fight scenes. Research scientific names for research and development, but creating history is my forte. It is where i'm best at… so i hope you enjoy this chapter, it is one of my favorite chapters i made