Victor’s story began with betrayal. A stranger’s passion, a husband’s wrath, fists and boots in a dim hotel room—his life ended not by his own sins, but by another’s rage. Broken and discarded into a ravine, he should have died forgotten.
But fate is never merciful. On the edge of death, a beautiful spirit appeared, her voice laced with ancient hunger. She offered him a choice: surrender to nothingness, or drink her blood and embrace desire, power, and sin. Victor chose. And in that moment, the boy who once begged for scraps was erased.
Awakening in another world, within the body of Prince Victor Lionheart, he inherited memories of betrayal as cruel as his own. Poison, envy, and a false brother’s hand. Two lives, two deaths—woven into one.
Now he walks reborn, his soul burning with violet lust and vengeance. Yet destiny hides its teeth. What waits ahead is not survival—it is the beginning of something far greater.

The charged air changed as Lord Shan's voice broke through it, deep and authoritative, commanding every eye without even trying. "You all, rise. Lift your heads."


Motion flowed through the hall like a soothing wave. Attendants and nobles readjusted themselves, the rustle of silk and the scuffle of feet developing a rhythm that testified to practiced deference. When Lord Shan spoke once more, his voice mollified, but his power remained inescapable, the kind of authority that required notice without fear, without coercion.


"We are in a banquet hall to celebrate my birthday, not an audience chamber," he replied, a wry, teasing smile playing on his lips. "Do not bow before me. Enjoy the evening."


Chapter 60 - Unspoken Tensions [Part-2]