Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 446 The Final Song of the Blood Moon
"You sacrifice one person, and the blood moon smiles."

You sacrificed ten thousand people, and the blood moon fell silent.

But when you have nothing to offer—

"What the Blood Moon wants is you."

——"Fragmentary Chapter of Bloody Life"

The sky sank.

That blood moon, once the crown held high by Medici, now resembles a ruptured pupil, its light dimmed, its crimson hue splattered and turning into a crimson rain.

A shadow emerges from the rain of blood.

At first, there was a face, blurry yet familiar; then came countless faces—nun, girl, priest, farmer, soldier… each with sunken eyes, black lips, and the same bloody hole in their chest.

Their voices intertwined, like whispers from the depths of hell:
"repay."

"Give us back our lives."

"Meddess—slave of the Blood Moon, repay your debt!"

The air suddenly turned icy cold, and the blood knights in the square all stopped, as if they were being suffocated by the invisible rage.

Medici froze, fear showing for the first time. Her golden hair began to wither and turn yellow, like straw scorched by a raging fire, falling away strand by strand.

She reached out to call upon the Blood Life Palace, but the womb-like palace no longer responded; it simply continued to shrink, like a dying heart emitting a thick, mournful sound.

“…No—it’s impossible!” Medici’s voice was hoarse, her fingertips trembling with pain, her voice breaking. “I am the Blood Moon Lord, I am…the Holy Mother…how could I…”

The vengeful spirits drew closer.

The innocent girl she sacrificed had a haggard face and only silent tears in her eyes;
The red-clad priests she sacrificed for had their chests branded, their remnants of souls burning at the stake;

Countless civilians from Areston reached out, their hands dripping with blood, trying to drag her into the bottomless night.

Medici staggered backward, the cold arrogance in her eyes gone, replaced by a first-ever genuine fear.

Medici felt a tearing pain in her chest, as if a giant hand was ripping her heart out. Her blood was flowing backward, not towards the blood moon, but being swallowed back by it.

She staggered to her knees, her hands bracing herself on the blood-soaked ground, her eyes bloodshot, and only a beastly roar escaping her throat:

"Blood...I need blood!"

Before the Blood Moon Priests beside her could react, Medusa pounced on her like a ravenous she-wolf.

She stopped talking.

She has lost her ability to speak.

More Blood Moon minions screamed as they tried to escape, only to be tackled, torn apart, and swallowed by Medici. Her movements were clumsy, yet filled with a desperate stubbornness.

Like a drowning person desperately tearing at anything they can grab, they push their companion's head underwater, just to get one more breath.

But the blood couldn't fill the gap.

The blood moon continued to drain her life.

She sucked until her throat was dry, but the next moment, her hair turned even grayer, her skin sagged again, and she looked like a withered corpse forcibly injected with hunger.

She finally raised her head, her mouth still filled with bits of flesh and blood, her eyes cold and empty.

She looked at the battlefield ahead.

There are enemies there—the Fate Master and his companions.

A broken growl escaped her throat: "Kill...they...I want blood...I want...to make up for it..."

She took a step, but staggered so badly she almost fell, unable to even push aside the defenses of an ordinary soldier. At that moment, she was as weak as a broken branch in the wind.

But she kept lunging, she kept grabbing, and she kept murmuring in her trembling mouth:

"Blood...give me...blood..."

Suddenly, the dome of the royal palace was shattered by a low, mournful cry.

The cries were not human voices, but the wails of countless dead, overlapping like the wind tearing through the sky.

The blood moon trembled above her head, like a stinging eyeball.

The next instant, blood mist surged, and countless blurry shadows appeared from all directions.

They were wearing white choir dresses, with bloody holes in their chests where their hearts had been ripped out;
They wore the red priest's hat, and their throats were slit.

Most of them were ordinary people from Alleston—children, the elderly, mothers… Their faces were blurred and distorted, but their eyes were filled with nothing but crimson fury.

They are not hallucinations.

They are "blood debtors".

The Blood Priest's curse, the Blood Moon Song, has finally struck back.

"Give me my life...give me my life..."

"Give me back my life..."

Thousands of whispers echoed through the royal palace, piercing Medusa's eardrums like nails.

Medici staggered backward, her breath coming in gasps and her voice hoarse: "No...it wasn't me...it was for God...it was for...!"

But the vengeful spirits wouldn't listen. They stretched out their transparent yet icy hands and grabbed at Medici's limbs. The touch was like needles, like fire, scorching her skin piece by piece.

She screamed and frantically tore at a Blood Moon Knight with her blood claws, using his flesh as a shield.

But the vengeful spirits completely ignored the Blood Knight, their fingers piercing through the corpse and nailing themselves to Medusa's shoulder.

That was her debt.

No one can pay for her. "Get out of my way! I am... I am the Lord of the Blood Moon! I am... the Holy Mother!"

Her voice was broken, like the cawing of a dying crow. Yet the vengeful spirits continued to approach, each step making her grow more feeble.

A vengeful spirit girl raised her head, blood and tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes were empty, yet she stared straight at Medici: "You ripped out my heart... Today, give me yours."

Medici felt a sudden, sharp pain in her chest. She looked down and saw the threads of the blood moon being pulled from her heart, as if hooked away by an invisible hand.

Driven to madness by agony, she knelt in the blood, her hands pressed tightly against her chest: "No...don't take it away...it's mine..."

But, it's no use.

The life she gave up will eventually have to be repaid.

The Blood Moon Wraith continued to whisper, but its followers stood frozen, as if their souls had been ripped away.

Medici could still feel their loyalty, but she knew that it could never repay her debt.

She staggered to her feet, screaming madly, and barefooted over the rotting flesh and blood of her womb, lunging toward the Dream Cocoon.

“Kill…kill…you…Blood Moon…I am still here…I am…”

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a tearing sensation in her chest, as if an invisible hand was ripping her open from the inside out.

Just then, a young naval soldier, covered in blood but with a determined look in his eyes, stood in front of her, holding an ordinary bayonet.

“You…who do you think you are…” Medici’s throat choked, her eyes bloodshot, and she lunged forward, raising her claws.

--Ding!

A short, brief sound.

The soldier's bayonet held firm against her claws.

Medici froze. The next moment, she was forced back a step by the force of the recoil, her foot slipped, and she fell awkwardly into the blood.

She, the Blood Moon Queen, was forced to retreat by a mortal.

"Blood...life...I...don't...want to die..."

Her voice was broken, fragments of words squeezed out of her throat like pebbles, no longer able to form a complete sentence.

She cried, like a child afraid of the dark, covering her ears tightly with her hands, shaking her head, and letting out a piercing scream.

Like a wild beast, she lunged at the nearest pool of blood, sprawling on the ground, shoving her fingers into her mouth and sucking the remaining blood. Blood dripped from her chin, mingling with the putrid stench of flesh and womb.

She reached out to shoo away the swirling vengeful spirits, waving them in vain, like a madwoman pounding on the air: "Go...get out...I won't...I won't..."

The vengeful spirits did not move. But her arm grew heavier and heavier with each swing, until it finally fell limply to her side.

She curled up in a ball on the rotting flesh of her uterus, groaning and howling, her tears and blood mingling together, like an abandoned old dog.

The former queen is now worse off than a beggar.

Seeing her former elder sister wallowing in rotting flesh, a hint of pity flashed in Liseria's eyes. She lifted her skirt and stepped out of the crowd.

"do not go!"

Edel suddenly reached out and grabbed Liseria, his voice filled with an unprecedented panic.

He saw the scene inside that fleshy womb: Medici was withered like an old woman, her skin wrinkled, her eyes crazed, growling like a wild dog, ready to pounce at any moment.

"She'll bite back! She's no longer—"

Liseria smiled faintly and gently waved his hand away.

"Brother, don't worry."

Her skirt trailed behind the blood, leaving it mottled. Yet, without the slightest hesitation, she slowly sat down and embraced Medici's aged, twisted body.

Medici was still convulsing, her cracked lips uttering muffled words: "Blood...life...I...don't...want to die..."

She cried, she wailed; her dignity had long since crumbled, leaving only fear and hunger.

Liseria lowered her head and softly hummed a song.

That was the "Blood Moon Lament," a melody that had been used countless times as a curse and a death curse.

But at this moment, her voice was low and gentle, soothing like a lullaby.

Medici's convulsing body gradually relaxed.

For the first time, her eyes were no longer filled with fear, but instead became calm.

A faint smile even appeared on her lips, just like when she was a young girl.

She murmured softly, "Li... Celia..."

The next moment, her chest stopped rising and falling completely.

The Blood Moon Queen has vanished into oblivion.

Liseria closed her eyes, gently resting her chin on Medici's white hair, as the last notes of her song dissipated in the wind.

She harbored no hatred, only offered a gentle burial.

—The lullaby of the blood moon has come to an end.

"Her last song was not a sacrificial song, but a lullaby."

The blood moon sank, and the Holy Mother vanished.

She only had one younger sister who treated her like an older sister.
Amidst the blood and gore, I hummed lullabies for her.

—The Final Chapter of "The Secret Records of the Foggy City"

(End of this chapter)