THE SECRETS OF CELESTIAN BEYOND THE VEIL

As the day turned to night, Breaton and Merry's passion consumed them, their bodies entwined in a frenzy of desire. The voice in Breaton's head continued to chant, fueling his primal instincts. But as the hours passed, Breaton began to feel a creeping sense of unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was losing control, that the darkness within him was growing stronger.

Eventually Breaton and Merry collapsed, exhausted but sated. Breaton lay there, his chest heaving, as he stared up at the ceiling. What had just happened? He couldn't believe he'd slept with Merry, and yet, a part of him felt a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Merry, sensing Breaton's unease, reached out and touched his arm. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft.

Breaton turned to her, his eyes searching for answers. "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied. "Just a little...overwhelmed."

"It's getting late, I have to go," Merry said, putting on her overcoat and heading to the door. "I have work in the morning."

"Hey, wait!" Breaton called out, trying to stop her.

"I'll see you later, Breaton," Merry said, closing the door behind her.

Breaton sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. He looked at the clock and realized it was already morning. "But tomorrow is Sunday, isn't it?" he wondered aloud, shrugging his shoulders.

Just then, the voice in his head started laughing. "Hehehehehe! You were looking to get some more action tonight, weren't you?"

Breaton's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my god, I'm going crazy! I can hear voices in my head now," he thought to himself.

"You're not crazy, and you're not alone," the voice replied. "I'm here with you, and I'm real – not just your imagination."

Breaton's skepticism got the better of him. "Well, if you're real, prove it," he challenged, his mind racing with questions.

"Okay, but you asked for this," the voice warned.

Suddenly, Breaton felt a searing pain in his head, and he fell to the floor, clutching his skull. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision blurring.

"My body feels like it's being torn apart," Breaton cried out in agony.

"That's because it is, genius," the voice replied with a snarky tone, its words echoing in Breaton's mind like a cruel taunt.

The pain was excruciating, and Breaton's world began to spin out of control. He was trapped in a living nightmare, with no escape from the voice that seemed to be manipulating his very existence.

Just then his entire body tour in half and

As the pain subsided, Breaton's body began to repair itself, and he watched in horror as his wounds closed, his skin regenerating before his very eyes. He stumbled backward, his mind reeling with the implications of what he was seeing.

When he finally regained his footing, he saw a figure standing in front of him - a man who looked identical to him, with piercing eyes that seemed to bore into his soul.

"Hello, Breaton," the doppelganger said, his voice low and menacing. "I am the voice in your head. My name is Buveur de Sang. But just called me Buveur for short "

Breaton's eyes widened in shock as he processed the stranger's words. "What the...? You're telling me to call you Buveur the what now?" he repeated, his voice shaking with incredulity.

Buveur smiled, revealing sharp fangs. ", that's what I said. Buveur de Sang is French for 'Blood Drinker.' And soon, you'll understand why that's an apt moniker."

Breaton's mind was racing with questions and fears. What was happening to him? What was this creature, and what did it want from him? He took a step back, his eyes fixed on the doppelganger, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Who are you?" Breaton demanded, trying to keep his voice steady. "What do you want from me?"

Buveur chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm here to guide you, Breaton. To help you understand your new...abilities."

Breaton's eyes narrowed, his fear giving way to anger. "What the hell are you talking about?" he growled, his fists clenched at his sides.

Buveur smile grew wider. "Ah, that would be telling. If you really want to know what's happening, ask Olissa Eills," Buveur said as he remerged with Breaton's body.

Then, Breaton heard a knock at the door. With an angry expression, Breaton went to answer the door, and he saw none other than Olissa standing there with a seductive smile on her face.

But before she could speak, Breaton grabbed her by the throat and lifted her five feet off the ground; his eyes turned completely black.

"What did you do to me?" Breaton asked in a cold, menacing voice.

"T-the powers I gave you have awakened," Olissa gasped.

"What powers?" Breaton growled, his grip on Olissa's throat tightening.

Olissa's eyes bulged, and she clawed at Breaton's hand. "The...the vials," she gasped. "The mixture...of vampire saliva, werewolf claws, and demon blood...it's taking effect."

Breaton's eyes narrowed, and he lifted Olissa higher off the ground. "What does it do?" he demanded.

Olissa's face was turning red, and she struggled to breathe. "It...it enhances your abilities," she choked out. "Makes you stronger...faster...more powerful."

Breaton's mind reeled as he processed Olissa's words. He felt a surge of power coursing through his veins, and he knew he was no longer in control. He slowly lowered Olissa to the ground, his grip on her throat relaxing slightly.

"Why did you do this to me?" Breaton asked, his voice still cold and menacing.

Olissa gasped for air, her eyes locked on Breaton's. "I...I needed someone with your...potential," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Someone who could...handle the power."

Breaton's anger boiled over, and he tightened his grip on Olissa's throat again. "You're using me," he growled. "You're using me for something, and I want to know what it is."

"Breaton! Ease up, try not to kill her. We still need answers," Buveur whispered in Breaton subconscious mind. in t head cautioned, a blend of reason and urgency.

Olissa's eyes flashed with fear, and she knew she had to tread carefully. "I'll tell you," she gasped, desperation lacing her tone. "I'll tell you everything. Just... please, don't hurt me."

Breaton pulled Olissa's face closer to his, a cold chuckle escaping his lips. "Don't worry, I am not going to hurt you. I'm thirsty, I just need a drink." With that, he sank his newly acquired fangs into her neck, a primal thrill coursing through him.

A wave of euphoria washed over Olissa as Breaton drank her blood. The sharp pain morphed into something intoxicating, and she found herself wrapping her hands around his head, pulling him closer. "That's it, my dear. Drink as much as you need. My body is yours," she said, a smile breaking through the haze of fear.

As breaton was about to lose himself in the moment, the voice of Buveur echoed in his mind, "Breaton, stop! If you don't, you'll turn her into a vampire."

Breaton's eyes snapped back into focus, and he pulled away from Olissa, his fangs retracting with reluctance. Olissa gasped for breath, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire.

"What's happening to me?" Breaton asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern.

Olissa's gaze locked onto his, her expression a blend of caution and curiosity. "You're becoming something more," she whispered. "Something powerful."

Breaton's mind reeled as he processed Olissa's words. He felt a surge of power coursing through his veins, and he knew he was no longer in control.

"What have you done to me?" Breaton demanded, his voice cold and menacing.

Olissa's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, as she stood her ground. "I've given you a gift," she said, her voice steady. "A gift of power and strength. But it comes with a price."

Breaton's eyes narrowed, his grip on Olissa's arm tightening. "What price?" he growled.

Olissa's gaze never wavered. "I want a child from you" she said. "To harness the power you now possess."

Breaton's grip on Olissa's arm tightened as he processed her demand.

"A child?" he repeated, his voice low and menacing. "You expect me to father a child with you, just because you've given me some kind of power?"

Olissa's gaze never wavered, her eyes burning with an inner intensity.

"Not just any child, Breaton," she said. "A child born of our combined power - the powers of a werewolf, the powers of a vampire, and the powers of a demon. These three different powers are what the child will inherit from you. However, it will also inherit the powers of a witch from me, making it an ultra-hybrid with immense power."

Breaton's mind reeled as he tried to comprehend the implications of Olissa's words. He felt a surge of power coursing through his veins, and he knew he was no longer in control.

"Breaton, this chick is nuts, but I like the way she thinks," Buveur echoed in his mind with a soft chuckle

Breaton hesitated, his mind racing with the implications of Olissa's proposal. But then, a spark of determination ignited within him. "Alright," he said, his voice firm. "I'll do it. I'll father a child with you, but you have to promise me one thing."

Olissa's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing. "What's that?"

"You have to turn me back into a human," Breaton replied, his voice steady. "Once we've accomplished this, you have to reverse the curse that's been cast upon me. I want to be human again, free from the powers that now course through my veins."

Olissa's expression was unreadable, her silence stretching out like an eternity. Then, a sly smile spread across her face. "Very well, Breaton," she said. "I agree to your terms. But be warned, the only person, that can turn you back is my mother. But even That will be agonizingly painful, are you prepared for that type of pain? Olissa asked then she took off her clothes, showing him her alluring body.

Breaton's jaw clenched, his resolve unwavering. "I'm prepared," he said. " now Let's do this."