Translator: ChuRen/ YuQiChen
Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting patterns on the floor. A young girl sat on the carpet, cradling a small, snow-white, fluffy kitten in her arms.
This was an Eastern white cat, with tender pink paw pads and a pair of sparkling blue eyes, gazing up at the girl.
Around its chest hung a delicate, beautiful crystal necklace, emitting a faint blue glow, as clear and pure as the kitten’s eyes.
The kitten was pure white all over, except for a tuft of blood-red fur over its chest, right where the heart would be.
It was as if someone had carefully dyed that small patch of white fur with the blood from the heart.
When kisses and embraces become a luxury, the man chose to leave the blood of his heart, an eternal mark on his beloved.
The girl gently teased the kitten, whose small, exquisite face was full of innocent charm. It opened its pink little mouth to lick the girl’s finger and rubbed against her palm.
Lily’s eyes curved into a smile as she scratched the kitten’s chin and belly, and the kitten purred contentedly.
“Tangtang, you’re really so good and so cute,” said tall, goofy Shax watching nearby with a lovestruck expression. “Tangtang, when you grow up, will you be my bride?”
“You big dummy, you forgot again—Tangtang is a boy, hahaha! Are you still dreaming about your crush, Anne?” Lily teased mercilessly.
Shax immediately showed an indescribable expression and muttered softly, “Don’t laugh at me. Anne is so adorable; who would guess he’s actually a boy?”
Just mentioning this made Shax extremely embarrassed.
He had secretly liked that pretty girl for so long, only to find out at the end it was a boy. Who could understand?
The white kitten finally tired of playing, blinking its shimmering blue eyes and looking toward the door.
As if waiting for someone.
“Has he come?”
Princess Lily followed the kitten’s gaze toward the doorway. A maid brought in a man.
The white cat lifted its head in eager anticipation, glanced at the man, then secretly lowered its head in disappointment.
“Meow.”
The white cat languidly gave a greeting.
“Tangtang is recovering very well,” Harry said, gazing at the obedient and adorable white cat, a relaxed smile appearing on his face.
“It’s already six months old, its soul has stabilised, and its heart beats strongly,” Harry told Lily. “I won’t need to come see it anymore—it has safely passed its infancy.”
Hearing this, Lily smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Father Harry. Tangtang has finally pulled through.”
Harry showed a hint of shame. “Don’t call me Father anymore—I am but a man seeking redemption.”
Ever since half a year ago, when he witnessed the arrow soaked in holy water wound the vampire prince and saw Sephiroth tear out his own heart for the boy, he understood why the old priest was restless and full of guilt in his final days.
The true demon was not the evil vampire, nor the cursed boy.
It was human arrogance and ignorance.
He had long since shed his priest’s robes and spent each day confessing before the cross, hoping to atone for the sins committed by himself and the old priest.
Princess Lily personally saw Harry out of the palace.
At some point, the surroundings gradually grew quiet.
Sunlight poured onto the kitten’s pure white fur, emitting a warm glow.
The little white cat curled up on the warm sunlit carpet and gave a big yawn. Half-closing its blue watery eyes, its front paws rested lightly in front, its body stretching out.
Suddenly, it fell into a man’s embrace.
Unlike Princess Lily’s gentle warmth, this embrace was cold and firm.
The little white cat immediately raised its head and saw the man it longed for.
A black-haired man dressed in Western medieval nobility attire; his jet-black shoulder-length hair was as deep as night, shimmering with a velvety lustre.
His face was near perfect—skin pale and bloodless, high cheekbones, a straight nose, lips carved like with a blade—a carefully sculpted, beautiful yet austere visage.
When he looked at the white cat, his emerald eyes glittered with endless charm, overflowing with indescribable deep tenderness.
For some unknown reason, the little white cat was fond of this man with beautiful green eyes.
“Meow~!”
The little white cat happily lifted its head, its watery blue eyes fixed unwaveringly on the man.
“Meow~”
It licked the man’s cold palm and, still unsatisfied, pawed at his firm chest, pressing its whole body against him and rubbing affectionately.
For some reason, the little white cat had felt warm lately.
Today it was especially intense.
But whenever it was close to the man, it felt very comfortable— all the heat vanished from its body.
The little white cat found this strange. It leaned against the man’s chest, but could not hear his heartbeat.
Aren’t humans supposed to have body heat and heartbeat?
However, this man had the beautiful green eyes the kitten liked, and his cool body felt comforting, so it didn’t think much about it.
It liked this peculiar human.
The man gazed at the snow-white kitten in his arms, gently stroking its soft fur, his phoenix-like eyes soft and profound.
After eating its fill, the kitten curled up in the man’s embrace and purred, completely unaware of anything else, soon falling asleep.
…
At night, the bedchamber was empty, and the little white cat lazily woke up.
It licked its belly, feeling unusually warm all over.
“Meow~”
It cried out uncomfortably, then waddled unsteadily on its short legs, hopping out of its bed, only to accidentally step on a cat teaser toy on the table and trip.
A large, dry hand immediately caught it steadily.
The man—who should have left once the palace gates were locked—somehow appeared out of nowhere.
He carefully cradled the kitten, holding it close to his chest like a precious gem.
“Tangtang, don’t get hurt.”
Even though he knew a kitten like this inevitably bumped and stumbled while walking.
But every time he saw the little cat—even if it was just a light touch, not a single hair falling—he felt a sharp ache in his chest.
Perhaps it was because his chest was missing a heart.
Every night, after the palace closed its doors to visitors, he would silently sneak into the chamber where the white cat lived, quietly watching over this little cat, gazing at him.
“Meow~”
The white cat noticed the human it liked had returned and happily rubbed against him.
The man’s chest felt cool and strange, but oddly comforting.
The little cat pressed all his white fur against him.
“Tangtang, are you feeling unwell?”
The man held his little cat every day and naturally noticed the kitten’s unusual body temperature.
“Meow…”
The little white cat didn’t know what was wrong with itself either. It couldn’t speak, only continuously making soft sounds, pressing its moist nose against the man’s chest.
“Tangtang, come with me, alright?” The man’s voice was low and hoarse, full of charm.
The little white cat looked up in confusion, its watery blue eyes filled with innocence.
“All right?” the man asked again.
The kitten didn’t understand the man’s words but just hugged him tightly, pressing close to his body.
The man then covered the kitten in his arms and left the chamber.
The white cat glanced back somewhat unwillingly at the palace.
It was born and raised here, where the gentle and caring princess and the attentive maids had taken excellent care of it.
Yet somehow, it still resolutely chose this man with the green eyes.
Perhaps because those beautiful, watery green eyes always held endless loneliness.
…
Thick night mist spread, blurring the outline of the castle. A magnificent castle stood silently. Moonlight poured like water upon it, illuminating the towering spires and majestic battlements.
The man carried the little white cat back to Moonlight Castle—the former residence of the vampire prince Sephiroth.
“Good evening, sir. You’re back,” the butler Liszt greeted him with some surprise.
In the past six months, Julian had never returned to Moonlight Castle at night.
Moreover, today was a day when divine punishment descended.
The kitten curiously poked out its head, its round blue eyes scanning about inquisitively.
The man looked at the kitten in his arms and smiled gently.
“Good evening.”
He carried the kitten to his bedchamber and placed it on a luxurious, large bed.
Tang Qing, whether as a boy or as a kitten, appeared so obedient and adorable on the surface.
But Julian knew that every time it was time to sleep, his Tangtang’s behaviour was always exceptionally different.
“Ready to sleep?”
Having travelled all day, Julian feared the kitten was tired and gently stroked its soft, fluffy fur.
“Meow.”
The kitten hopped excitedly on the bed, tugging and pulling at a tasselled pillow, playing merrily.
The little white cat had always behaved so well and thoughtfully in the palace.
But the man knew that only when alone with him would the kitten reveal its mischievous side.
After the kitten had thoroughly ravaged the bedding, it finally grew tired and lazily yawned.
“Good.”
The man lay down on the bed as well.
Suddenly, he recalled the past, when Tang Qing was still masquerading as a maid, and he had deliberately made Tang Qing sleep on the floor.
Tang Qing had tried to show a strong and sensible smile, but the boy’s face was clearly full of grievance—fragile and unbecomingly delicate, impossible to hide.
It made one unable to resist wanting to tease him further, to see that pitiful expression again.
Originally, his cold phoenix-like eyes flickered with a trace of tenderness.
But suddenly, his heart ached sharply.
Today was the day the divine punishment fell.
Since the day he tore out his own heart, he was no longer the lofty vampire prince but had become an ordinary human.
He had reverted to Julian—the boy who was supposed to have been burnt alive the day before his eighteenth birthday.
The boy had slowly grown with time, transforming into his current form.
He was no longer the supreme Sephiroth but Julian, who had passed his eighteenth year.
Though he no longer suffered backlash, his chest still ached faintly every Blood Night.
He clutched the place over his heart with one hand, his face pale as paper, silently enduring the pain.
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2 thoughts on “Chapter 192 – Ending: Part 2: The Little White Kitten”
Oh don’t lie u probably cried too, pray for me I have so many tests!!! I’ll u the story later. HE IS STILL ALIVE!!!!! yay but what? Also isn’t divine punishment to those who have to much power, why does he get it, he is now just a human. Thank you for the chapter ChuRen jiejie.
It doesn’t just disappear the moment you lose something. His existence was the crime itself.
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