Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint

“You're a coward-. We were once the same body. We were both the dead. Even if our hearts were cold, even if we felt nothing-. We were one with the Progenitor and were no longer lonely-. But now, you've abandoned us. Coward.”

Muri's voice, trembling like a sob, was accompanied by a faint harmony. A spectral dancer, Muri, bathed in the crescent moonlight, was an artist. She hummed and danced, adorning the desolate duchy with her art. Though she had lost her sense of inspiration after becoming a vampire, the subtle changes Tyrkanzyaka felt whenever she listened to music resonated within Muri’s heart, compelling her to continue.

“Progenitor-. Why did you abandon us? You left, you slumbered. And when we finally saw you again-. You discarded us like old rags.”

Yet now, with the shackles broken, nothing resonated within Muri's heart.
No inspiration, no emotion, no confusion, no betrayal. The feelings that Tyrkanzyaka should have evoked were gone.

For an artist, inspiration was everything. But now that Tyrkanzyaka was no longer there to listen and judge, Muri’s music had no audience. And art without an audience was nothing. Now that the Progenitor had left in search of a man, Muri had become nothing.

“I did not cast you away! You were the ones who made your own assumptions and came looking for me!”

Tyrkanzyaka's words reached them, but now that the shackles were gone, her voice was nothing more than noise that could not stir their hearts. Lahu Khan spoke.

“Chieftain. The shackles were a promise. I swore to protect the body given to me by my mother. That is why I became a vampire. But now, the chieftain has broken the promise.”
“Even if I have reclaimed my heart, your immortality has not disappeared. No, if anything, you've grown stronger. Even if I order it, you will not die! So what is the problem?”

In the early days, the Elders of the Progenitor perished despite their immortality. While it was partly because they were a weaker force facing formidable foes, there were also frequent instances where Tyrkanzyaka or the Elders lost control of their own power and went berserk.
That was why the Progenitor, Tyrkanzyaka, only accepted individuals strong enough to wield their power with restraint as Elders, despite her own strength.

“…It’s different. Now, we… are different from Mother.”@@novelbin@@

Old Bakuta, the Man-Eater. His age and origin were unknown—a predator from the depths of the swamp. He had become an Elder to satiate his hunger. Now, rubbing his empty stomach, he gnawed on something with sorrowful eyes.

“We were supposed to become the same. So we wouldn’t be lonely. But… if one of us changes alone, what then?”
“Changed? What has changed about you, Bakuta! You are still an Elder. You cannot feel hunger!”
“…But, Mother. I'm hungry. Something is missing. I can’t fill it.”

Bakuta’s empty eyes swept the surroundings. Even the vampires flinched at his gaze, which regarded them as nothing more than food.