Her manicured nails scraped against the cold marble, her exposed chest heaving with terror, but it was futile. She was already lost.
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the heavy musk of fear.
"I came for immortality—NOT THIS!" a man's voice rang out as he was torn apart, his body ripped open.
"You promised—YOU PROMISED!" a woman cried out, her voice breaking, before her life was ended in an instant.
The Queen stood in the center of the carnage, her eyes glowing, her wet mouth stained red as she calmly stepped over the twitching body of the woman she had chosen.
The transformation had already begun—skin turning pale, veins glowing with red-hot energy beneath the woman's ruined clothes.
The woman's body spasmed in its final moments before it went still.
The Queen's pendant pulsed with light, resting heavy against the deep plunge of her blood-soaked neckline.
Fed. Full.
