Primordial Vampire God System

Pain.

That was the only thing Azriel felt as he held the body of his daughter in his arms.

Tears were still rolling out of his eyes, there was an unbearable pain in his heart, and he felt like he was going to choke on his own.

Azriel then tightened his hug around Aeliana's lifeless body.

"Lia…"

He muttered in a soft, heartbroken voice.

His daughter actually died, he didn't know what to do now.

In the end, he did the only thing that came to his mind.

Nothing.

He just sat there, with Aeliana's body in his arms while he recalled his good memories with his daughters.

The more memories he recalled, the more his heart ached, however, he still continued to do it.

Just like that, a few days passed by. Azriel didn't move from his place.

Behind him, there were 62 other beings.

They were the Progenitors,

The Union Mountain was too silent, therefore, they came here to check what was going on, however, when they arrived, the only thing they saw was Azriel sitting on his knees, holding his daughter's body with tender hands.

Caesar and Faustina cried.

Their last daughter died.

The other progenitors also had moist eyes, again, just like other first Generation humans, Aeliana was close to them as well.

She had played with every single one of them, even Dagahra and Saphira, who had a scary appearance and children usually didn't close to them at that time.

Therefore, all the Progenitors were sad, however, no one walked toward Azriel to say anything.

They just let them be until,

Caesar stepped forward and tapped on Azriel's shoulder.

"We have to bury her now, Azriel."

He muttered in a soft voice.

Azriel reacted.

He turned around and glanced at Caesar, then, his eyes fell on other Progenitors and as if all the emotions piled up together burst out and he,

He cried.

"She… died…"

Azriel muttered in a hoarse voice.

Seeing him like that, Caesar couldn't control himself and tears rolled out of his eyes again.

Faustina was the same.

Saphira stepped forward and hugged Azriel.

Then, she patted his head to calm her down.

"Calm down, you shouldn't cry like this.

This was something inevitable."

Saphira muttered in a gentle voice.

Dagahra nodded his head as well,

"Yes, rather than crying, we should prepare to bury her."

Azriel looked at Dagahra and then, he nodded his head as well.

"Alright…"

He stood up, Aeliana's body was still in his arms.

All the Progenitors walked towards the place where the rest of the First Five Generations were buried, an elf stepped forward and raised her hand.

The Ground moved on its own, Azriel stepped forward and after kissing Aeliana's forehead for one last time, he placed her on the ground."

The Ground moved again and Aeliana,

She was buried inside.

Aeliana Origin died.

All the Progenitors turned silent, mourning for the dead.

3 hours later, a progenitor spoke,

"I was wondering…"

"What?" Dagahra questioned.

"How about we divide Yrniel into 7 Territories?" Azriel muttered.

"Huh?" The other Progenitors frowned.

Azriel of all the progenitors proposed that?

On the day his daughter was buried?

How? Why?

They all were confused.

"Yrniel now and Yrniel before are different."

Azriel started.

"You can see it yourself, the new leaders of the races aren't that close to each other as us, rather they even treat others as enemies.

Of course, the First Generations were the same, however, they did it because they were bored and in the end, they all still came together when it was needed and actually liked each other's company.

The new leaders however are different.

If things continue to go like how it is going, it will get troublesome and it might even destroy Yrniel.

Therefore, I believe distinct boundaries are important."

Azriel voiced out his thoughts.

Everyone looked at each other and frowned in confusion,

They understood what Azriel was trying to say, however, they couldn't understand why he was saying that.

Why now?

Couldn't he say it later?

Didn't he just lose his daughter?

Shouldn't you mourn?

Why bother about things like that right now?

However, Dagahra, who was closer to Azriel than others understood his thoughts.

It was Azriel's last duty as a Progenitor.

After this,

They might not see him again,

Never.

"Don't we already have distinct boundaries?" An Elf questioned in confusion.

Azriel turned towards the Elf and shook his head,

"They are the boundaries created by the First Generation, but in the end, they are just lines.

And these lines could easily be broken and moulded into however anyone wants.

This won't stop them from fighting, rather, this would even increase the number of fights."

"Then what do you suggest?" A Dwarf questioned.

"I suggest that we break this continent into 7 parts,"

Azriel proposed and the Progenitors turned silent again.

They were shocked.

Breaking the Continent…

It wasn't like they can't do it, however, if they did…

"Our children might never get along if we do something like this."

Caesar muttered.

"It is better than them fighting and killing each other."

Azriel answered.

"…"

Caesar turned silent and started thinking.

The other Progenitors were the same.

After thinking for a good while, Saphira stepped up and nodded,

"I believe we should do that, the current situation isn't very good, races fighting each other is very common and this would only increase in the future since the new leaders will be completely against co-existing.

Therefore, even though we might not be able to completely stop the battles, we will be able to avoid them to a certain extent.

As for maintaining a relationship,

If the two races actually want to have a good relationship with each other, then using waterways shouldn't be that hard for them."

The other progenitors nodded in agreement and soon, a Dwarf questioned,

"Then how are we going to divide it?"

Everyone turned towards Azriel, he was the one who proposed this after all.

"I do not have anything in my mind right now, we can discuss it together."

Azriel muttered with an expressionless face.

"I have an Idea,"

Dagahra muttered.

The Progenitors then talked with each other and 2 hours later, the boundaries were decided.

This time, it didn't depend on strength alone.

This time, the main factor was the Reproduction rate of a Race. The faster the race reproduced, the smaller land they got.

The reason was simple, if they had more lands, they would give birth to numerous children and this might shift the balance of Yrniel.

Humans faced the direct disadvantage of this rule, however, this didn't mean that they weren't compensated.

The land they got was the most fertile and was in the middle grounds, they would be surrounded by all other 6 races, therefore, if they manage things well, they would be able to come out to the top.

​ Caesar and Faustina, the Human Progenitors were in that meeting as well, there is no way they would let their race suffer losses. After all, humans were their children.

The Fiery Demon stepped up and smiled, then, he walked out of the room and placed his hands on the ground.

The entire Continent trembled,

Walls of Flames erupted out of the ground.

Many people lost their houses and even their lives to this flame, however, the progenitors didn't care.

Dagahra then jumped into the air and turned into his Gigantic Dragon Form,

"People of Yrniel…"

He called.

The new map was distributed and

The announcement was made.

4 weeks, that was the time given,

Within that time, the races had to shift towards the land allocated to them in that given time.

How will they do it?

What about their properties?

Where will they live?

It wasn't something the Progenitors considered, it was something the new Leaders have to decide.

The Progenitors weren't patient, especially now that they have lost their children.

In the end, the races could only move, they can't go against the Progenitors. The humans had many complaints, however, not one human leader dared to come forward and say anything.

The Progenitors were acting strangely.

They would talk later once the Progenitors act normally again.

4 Weeks later, Azriel flew in the air.

Azriel then looked at the large continent that was in front of him and suddenly, all other progenitors appeared behind him as well.

Every being in Yrniel looked in their direction in confusion.

There were many questions in their head, however, they didn't voice them out.

Azriel looked at other progenitors and smiled,

The Progenitors smiled back,

Black scales appeared on Azriel's right arm, and then, a big, red-coloured sword formed,

"We are really going to do it huh…" Dagahra muttered.

"We are…" Faustina nodded.

Azriel then raised his sword and slashed it towards the ground,

"W-What the heck…"

"H-How is he d-doing that…?"

"H-He is cutting o-our c-continent…

I-Is that how strong the Strongest man i-in Y-Yrniel is?"

The people couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Most of them have never seen a Progenitor in action, what they were seeing was simply mind-blowing!

However, Azriel didn't care about what they thought,

He just continued slicing the large Continent of Yrniel into 8 different parts.

Why 8?

The last one was the Union Mountains, a place that no one is allowed to walk into.

This was the Progenitors' heaven, a place where they would relive their memories.

The Progenitors will be keeping this land all to themselves.

As for the rest of the Continent,

In front of the shocked expressions of people,

The Continent was divided into pieces.