The Blackthorn Dominion, under the ruthless rule of Lord Vesperian, a leader who seeks vengeance after his parents were brutally slain by the vampire slayers. His wrath knows no limits. He has turned his fury against both humanity and vampires, and for those who refuse to yield to him, either death or transformation into one of his clan awaits. He has one ambition: to dominate everyone.
At his side stands Lady Daphne Frostveil, his devoted fiancée and reliable ally. For years, she has remained his constant partner, contributing not just her insight but playing an active role in guiding their clan. United by shared ambition and the scars of past loss, they have together built an empire founded on strength, cunning, and an unbreakable connection.
Much like the Feral Bloodline, members of his clan bear the mark of a crimson half-moon etched onto their left wrist. It is a symbol that binds them to dark forces and their deep hatred for humanity.
The next day, after the fight with the Feral Bloodline, two of his men in black and one in a blue coat approached him as he checked on his people.
"Our Lord, we have something to show you that will make you happy," said the man in black.
"What is it? It better not disappoint me," he replied firmly, following them toward the forest.
"We're here." said the man in blue, pointing to Princess Selena, tied to a tree.
"Well done!" Lord Vesperian said with an evil smile.
"Wake up!" He slapped her face.
Lady Selena opened her eyes and glared at the one who slapped her. In a burst of anger, she spat at him, earning another harsh slap in return.
"How dare you! I can kill you anytime but I enjoy seeing you suffer. Now, tell me where I can find your clan, Lady Selena. Shall I address you, your highness?" He laughs evilly while holding Lady Selena's mouth and his men also laugh.
Her eyes burned with hatred, but she remained silent, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing her plead. She would not break, no matter how much they tried to torment her.
"I don't know. I'd rather die than tell you."
He stabbed her on her right shoulder. "Ahhhhhhhhh" she shouted in agony.
"Really? Do you need something more aside from this useless brat? I guess you love the hard way." he pushes the knife to her shoulder
"Ahhhhh… I'll kill you!" she said, clenching her teeth.
He opened his arm wide, looking up as if savoring the moment. With a cruel smile, he teased her further, his voice dripping with mockery. "Now kill me, Lady Selena! You're quite stubborn for a weak little thing." His men laughed in unison, feeding off his twisted amusement as they watched her struggle.
"I'll ask you for a second time—where is your clan?" he demanded. He twisted the knife in her shoulder, adding more agony to her situation.
Selena's jaw tightened as she clenched her teeth, fighting the urge to cry out. Every inch of her body screamed in pain, but her eyes burning with fury, locked onto him with a silent promise that she wouldn't yield. She refused to show weakness, even in the face of his cruelty.
He took the knife.
"Watch her properly. I'll be back in the evening."
He slowly slid the knife into the waistband of his pants and left.