The rain poured heavily as a young woman knelt before a man.
"Please… don't leave me. I'm begging you," she cried.
She clung desperately to his leg as the cold rain soaked her body.
"Can you stop this pathetic drama, Michelle?!" the man snapped angrily. "I don't love you. I only used you. Everything between us was nothing but a game."
"But Alfred, I love you! Please… don't leave me," Michelle pleaded, tears mixing with the rain.
Alfred kicked her away, causing her to fall face-first onto the hard pavement.
"I don't love you! Disgusting."
He grabbed her face roughly.
"The only thing I ever wanted from you was your virginity. Now that I'm tired of your body, you have no value to me anymore!"
He struck her across the face.
Then he walked away, leaving Michelle alone in the middle of the storm, broken and sobbing.
"You liar…" Michelle whispered through her tears.
A man slowly approached her.
Michelle looked up.
"W-Who are you?" she asked.
"Do you want revenge against him?" the man asked calmly. "I can help you."
Michelle stared at him.
He was incredibly handsome and possessed a commanding presence. His hair was as red as blood, matching the crimson color of his eyes.
"I am Leviathan," he said. "And I have come to help you. Come with me."
He extended his hand toward Michelle.
As though she were being pulled by an invisible force, Michelle reached out her hand.
And in that moment—
She chose to follow Leviathan into the darkness.
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Inside Kan's dark chamber…
Kan stood alone in the silence.
He slowly removed the glove covering his right hand.
Even in complete darkness, his sharp eyes could see clearly. He lowered his gaze to his palm, where an ancient mark was engraved upon his skin.
The mark of the covenant he had made with the first ancient King.
A vow that bound him to guide and protect every king who would come after.
How many kings had he watched over throughout the centuries?
From the ancestors of Xylon's bloodline to the present King himself, he had remained at their side.
His expression darkened.
"A great calamity is approaching…" Kan whispered.
His fingers slowly curled into a fist.
"Will the tragedy of the past repeat itself once again?"
The room fell silent.
Then Kan's body was swallowed by his own shadow, disappearing into the darkness.
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The sound of laughter and curses filled the mansion as Blake, Heberlin, and Stephen played a game of cards.
"Fuck! I lost again!" Heberlin shouted in frustration.
"Wahaha! Sorry, dude. I'm the one having the last laugh today," Blake said triumphantly.
"Fuck you. I'll shove these cards down your throat," Heberlin threatened.
Stephen sighed and shook his head. "Seriously, you guys are the ones who suggested playing, and now you're fighting."
"It's because I'm bored," Blake replied with a shrug.
Their attention shifted toward Xenon, who was walking down the stairs.
"Hey, dude. How's Aria?" Blake asked.
"She still refuses to leave her room," Xenon answered.
Heberlin and Blake became quiet for a moment.
"This is exactly why I don't want to fall in love. Getting hurt is too painful," Blake sighed.
"Aria has already been through so much pain," Heberlin said softly. "First, she lost Crayven. And now, her relationship with Cedrick has ended."
"Hey, Stephen, talk some sense into your best friend Cedrick. What he's doing to Aria isn't funny anymore," Blake said.
"That's their problem. Why should I interfere?" Stephen replied.
Xenon sat beside them.
"Stephen is right. It might only make things worse if we get involved," Xenon said.
"Fine. So, another round?" Heberlin asked.
They reorganized the cards and continued their game.
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Meanwhile, Xylon sat with his eyes closed, concentrating deeply.
A thick mist slowly filled his chamber.
Before long, the surroundings began to change.
When Xylon opened his eyes, he found himself in a different place.
He was in Aznar, five hundred years in the past.
He didn't understand why his illusion had brought him there.
He walked through the ancient land until he noticed two young men having a serious conversation.
His eyes widened when he recognized one of them.
"Kan…?"
The two seemed to be discussing something important.
"Your Majesty, are you certain about this?" Kan asked.
"Yes. If this is what must be done," the young man answered.
Kan addressed him as 'Your Majesty.'
He must be the king from 500 years ago.
"Kan… I have a request for you," the King said.
"What is your command, Your Majesty?" Kan replied respectfully.
"I want you to watch over and guide all the kings who come after me. Protect them from temptation and evil. Leviathan may return someday. Before his defeat, he swore that he would come back."
"I understand," Kan answered.
The King took Kan's hand.
Smoke rose from Kan's palm, and a mysterious mark appeared upon it.
Then, both Kan and the ancient King vanished.
Xylon could not understand the meaning behind the scene he had witnessed.
He continued walking.
But suddenly, he stopped.
Someone was watching him.
That should have been impossible.
This was an illusion created by his own power.
No one else should have been able to enter it.
His eyes searched the surroundings until they landed on a young man standing on a rooftop.
The man's face was concealed, making him impossible to recognize.
Before Xylon could approach him—
the mysterious figure disappeared.
Xylon shut his eyes.
When he opened them again, everything had returned to normal.
He was back in his chamber.
The door opened, and Jade entered.
"Babe, are you okay?" Jade asked worriedly.
"I'm fine. But why do you look so pale?" Xylon asked.
Jade looked down at herself.
"I don't know either… Maybe it's because I haven't been drinking enough blood lately," she answered.
"I see. Take better care of yourself. I'm worried about you," Xylon said gently.
Jade smiled and embraced her husband.
"We're vampires. We don't get sick," she teased.
Xylon messed up her hair with a smile.
"Yeah. You're right," he replied.
However, a strange feeling remained in his heart.
The mysterious figure inside his illusion…
Is it a sign that something was about to happen?
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The night was deep, and the streets were completely deserted.
A drunk man staggered through the empty road before turning into a narrow alley.
"Tsk… What a damn miserable life," he muttered before taking another swig from the bottle in his hand.
He suddenly stopped walking when he noticed a young woman standing in front of him.
She wore a thin, short nightgown.
"Wow… am I in heaven?" the drunk man laughed.
The woman smiled.
She slowly removed her nightgown.
The drunk man's eyes almost popped out when he saw the woman's naked body. Her breasts were large and healthy, and he could see her pussy. He quickly grabbed the woman's huge breasts and began sucking it. The woman only smiled.
"Ugh, it feels so good," said the drunk man, blinded by his own lust.
He failed to notice her appearance gradually transforming.
Her pitch-black hair grew longer and longer, spreading like a living shadow.
Her fingernails sharpened into deadly claws.
"W-What are you?!" the drunk man screamed in terror when he finally realized that the woman wasn't a human.
Her hair moved on its own.
The thick strands wrapped around his neck and lifted him into the air.
"L-Let me go, you monster!" he cried.
"Shameless men!" the woman screamed.
"You only see women as bodies to satisfy your desires! After you use them, you abandon them!"
Her eyes burned with hatred.
"You will pay!"
The drunk man let out a horrifying scream as Michelle plunged her hand into his chest and tore out his heart.
His lifeless body collapsed onto the ground.
The heart in Michelle's hand continued to beat.
From the darkness behind her, Leviathan emerged.
"That's right, Michelle…" Leviathan leaned closer, his voice filling her ears like a poisonous temptation. "Hold onto your hatred. Slaughter every one of them."
He then licked her neck.