Within a dim room that smelled of rotten wood, alcohol and rats.
At the centre was Jacob, strapped to his wheelchair, tape holding his lips from letting out any noise, and his eyes were fixed on the iron door... which would decide his life.
A few minutes passed in silence until the iron door opened with a heavy groan, and two figures walked inside the room.
One of them was a slander man with a face that looked like a bloodthirsty imp that took pleasure in chaos, and the other was broad, his face sharp, and his eyes calm, but under all that facade, Jacob could see the veins bulging across his neck and clenched fist.
He knew these two... the slander man was Andre, the right-hand man of the broad man who was Markus, the boss of the Iron Dog gang.
No other gang could contend with theirs except his father's, of course... maybe that was the reason why he had been kidnapped.
"Are you uncomfortable from sitting so long?" Andre sneered with an eerie grin.
Jacob didn't say anything, he just closed his eyes in resignation.
He already knew that there was no way they would leave him alive... even if he could be used as a bargain against the boss of Black Wolves gang, they would still kill him, that was what kind of men these two were... ruthless.
Andre and Markus stooped before him.
Andre inched closer and whispered in his ear, "My bad, I forgot that you have been sitting for your whole life... must've been great to sit on your ass commanding the strongest gang there is, no?"
'Is that praise or an insult?' Jacob wondered.
When Jacob was in middle school, two of the previous top gangs got into a gang war, and during one of the shootouts, a few bullets happened to hit his lower body.
From that day on, his legs lost their ability to move.
Seeing that Jacob had closed his eyes, Andre took out a large bent needle and shoved it into his left arm.
Jacob's eyes shot open as the stinging pain coursed through his arm, and a sharp groan escaped his lips.
Andre's eerie grin widened even further. He pulled out the needle and shoved it again, and again. "Hahaha!"
His crazed laughter rang throughout the room. The sleeve of Jacob's shirt was already painted red from the blood seeping out from the multiple needle wounds.
After getting bored with doing that, Andre removed the tape covering Jacob's lips.
Tears streamed down Jacob's face, he took ragged breaths, and the world around him spun because of the pain coursing through his arm.
Seeing him finding it hard to breathe, Andre let out a low, amused chuckle and looked at Markus, who still had a calm expression on his face.
Sighing, he commented, "It's no fun playing with broken toys."
Markus nodded, stepped forward and stopped just a few inches away from Jacob.
He savagely grabbed his hair, made him look into his eyes and said, "I know you do not care about your life... the only reason you even live is your father."
"But what do you think would happen once your father finds out about your death? He won't just be furious, he would be irrational just like how he was back then..."
Leaning forward, he whispered, "And then I will have my revenge."
Jacob's eyes trembled at the revelation, his lips parted to curse at Markus, but before a single word could escape him, a sharp metallic clank rang, followed by a loud, explosive pop.
The next moment, Jacob's head limped to the side, his mind went black, and blood poured out from his head.
Jacob, who was on the last step of death, watched Markus take out his phone and mumble, "Yeah, that bastard is dead."
With that, Jacob's vision turned dark.
The last moments of his life were just as meaningless as the whole of it, but none of it mattered anymore; he was dead, and the story of the modern prince that couldn't walk came to an end.
That was how things were supposed to be, but all of a sudden, he felt something press down on him.
His eyes instantly shot open.
Breathing heavily, his gaze fell on a voluptuous woman with skin so pale that she could be mistaken for a ghost.
Silky night-like hair cascaded down her shoulders, an euphoric smile stretched across her enchanting face, and two sharp fangs peeked out of her lips.
She wore a black gown with a fitted bodice, a white ruffled high collar that rested at her neckline, a cluster of crimson roses decorated her chest, and a skirt flowed downward in rich layers of deep red and wine tones, embroidered with subtle golden flourishes.
Seeing her, Jacob instantly calmed himself, he narrowed his eyes and asked sharply, "Who are you?"
The woman brushed his lips with her thumb and answered in an intoxicating tone, "You are finally here..."
Confused by the answer, he repeated in a louder voice, "I asked! Who are you?!"
Her smile widened, her fangs became larger, and she whispered, "I am Elyasade Von Bloodrose, the only vampire that remains... and I offer my pure self for the revival of the Vampire God."
Jacob blinked and scoffed, "What bull AH—!"
But before he could complete his words, Elyasade pressed herself onto his body and bit down on his neck.
Jacob's face contorted in agony as something entered his body through her fangs.
Ruby red veins began to bulge across his neck, and screams left him as pain travelled every part of his body.
The pain was different from anything he had suffered before; it was as if his body was being torn apart and stitched back together at the same time.
A few seconds later, she freed his neck and rubbed her face into his chest.
The pain began to ease, and crimson runes that only he could see appeared before his eyes.
[You are compatible with the lineage of Primordial Vampire!]
[The authority is changing based on your memories!]
[T-tring!]
[Host has awakened the Scarlet Harem System!]
[Let the world know that blood isn't the only liquid that vampires can control!]
"What...?" Jacon mumbled before the exhaustion hit him and his vision darkened once again.