Wounds Behind the Veil of Nobility
In a corner of East Jakarta that is still beautiful with big trees, there lived a girl named Fetty. By blood line, he is Raden Roro, a noble Javanese nobleman from his mother's line. However, his fate was far from noble. Since the age of four, Fetty has known pain better than love. His father, a hard-hearted Chinese man, saw him not as a son, but as a curse.
Fetty's physique is a tough test. His entire body was covered in scabs that never healed, making for a heart-wrenching sight. However, what was most excruciating was the foul smell that wafted from the wounds every time he ate seafood or eggs—an aroma so strong that it could make anyone near him faint.
"You unlucky child! Disgusting trash!" his father cursed him every day, accompanied by a belt slash or a slap that landed on his tiny cheek. For 13 years, Fetty grew up surrounded by abuse and violence that never stopped.
A Marriage That Becomes a Prison
When Fetty turned 17 years old, his father, who was in billions of rupiah in debt, took cruel steps. He sold Fetty in marriage to a business partner who was rich but had a very ugly face. In order to pay off his father's debt, Fetty is willing to become a martyr.
After getting married, he was taken to France, to an ancient 1,500 year old mansion which stood on 1,000 hectares of land. The mansion is very magnificent, surrounded by large gardens and hundreds of animal cages from all over the world. However, that splendor is a prison. He was prohibited from stepping outside the boundaries of the mansion. If you break it, a dank dungeon awaits you.
There, in the silence of the night, Fetty often saw the figure of a mysterious man standing in the darkness of the corridor. The man was dressed in very neat old French noble attire, wearing a silver mask that covered his eye area and reached half way up his nose. Even though it was hidden, the man's aura was terrifying—a combination of extraordinary elegance and horror that made the hairs on the back of one's neck stand on end.
Every time Fetty cried in his room, the sound of the piano playing and soft but beautiful singing would be heard, taking Fetty to dreamland, the only place he could feel safe.
The Peak of Suffering
Time passed until Fetty turned 19 years old. One night in the cold dining room, her husband brought a young woman who was pregnant.
"This is my lover," said her husband without guilt. "She will stay here and be the mistress of this house. You? You are just a piece of trash that smells bad. Look at you, Fetty. Who would want to touch a body full of pus and smelling like this? You're just trash I bought from your poor father!"
The insult tore Fetty's remaining self-esteem. The peak occurred as the night progressed. Her husband came to her room, demanding her rights by force. Fetty, who could no longer stand the betrayal and cruelty, firmly refused.
PLAC!
A hard slap landed on Fetty's beautiful face. His wavy black hair was grabbed roughly, dragging him until he fell to the ground. Her husband tortured her mercilessly, venting his anger at the rejection.
With his remaining strength, Fetty managed to free himself. He ran fast down the dark hall of the mansion, tears streaming down his bruised cheeks. Without realizing it, he arrived in front of a very large and magnificent double door. The door, which was usually locked tightly, suddenly opened by itself as if welcoming his arrival.
The Resident Behind the Mirror
In the room, there was only a giant mirror two meters long and three meters wide. The frame is made of pure gold engraved with skull and rose motifs. Fetty sat down in front of the mirror, panting with a trembling body.
"Who... who's there?" Fetty whispered when he heard a baritone voice that was very beautiful but felt dark and wet from behind the glass.
"You've finally come, ma belle... my poor Raden Roro," the voice sounded very enchanting but deadly.
Slowly, a man's figure emerged from behind the foggy glass surface. He was the masked man he often saw every night. The moment he stepped out of the mirror, a cold aura enveloped the room. He was dressed like a prince from dark ages France.
His name was Valerius d'Acheron de Maleficus. A name that, if whispered in the ear of the faint of heart, is said to stop their heart beating instantly because of the horror it contains.
The prince looked at Fetty with his cold but deep silver-gray eyes. He stretched out his pale skinned hand towards Fetty.
"Don't be afraid," Valerius said, his voice a hypnotic melody. "Here, no one will be able to touch you anymore. Your husband... your father... they are nothing but dust beneath my feet."
Fetty looked at the handsome face behind the mask. In a room filled with stone statues of people frozen in fear, Fetty realizes that she has just encountered something far more dangerous than her husband—yet she feels strangely protected.
What will happen to Fetty's husband after Valerius comes out of hiding? Will Fetty be trapped in deadly love with the mirror prince?
The wooden floor of the mansion creaked softly as Valerius d'Acheron de Maleficus stepped completely out of the mirror frame. His black velvet robe swept across the floor, and the scent of wet earth and ancient incense filled the room, overpowering the stench of the wounds on Fetty's body.
Fetty was stunned. He saw the man take off his silver mask slowly. The face behind it was perfect but cold as marble—a sharp, sharp nose, pale lips that never smiled, and silvery gray eyes that seemed to be able to see straight into Fetty's broken soul.
"Who... who are you really?" Fetty whispered, shaking not only because of fear, but because of the dense aura of power radiating from the man.
Valerius did not answer. He knelt in front of Fetty, ignoring the scabs that the world considered disgusting. His long, cold fingers touched Fetty's cheek, which was bruised from her husband's slap.
"I am the end of your suffering," his voice fell low, very beautiful but tense. "And I was the beginning of their nightmare."
Cold Vengeance
The large door to the room was suddenly slammed open. Fetty's husband came in with his face bright red, his breath ragged, carrying a bat in his hand.
"How dare you run here, rotten woman! Get out of here—"
The ugly man's steps stopped suddenly. His eyes bulged when he saw the tall figure standing next to Fetty. The room that had been bright with moonlight suddenly became very dark, as if darkness itself had bowed to Valerius.
"Who are you?! How did you get into my house?!" shouted the husband, his voice shaking violently.
Valerius just stared at him blankly. "Your mansion? This mansion existed a thousand years before your ancestors were born from the mud, little humans."
When Valerius said his full name, Valerius d'Acheron de Maleficus, his husband's heart seemed to stop beating for a few seconds. Pure, primitive fear coursed into his bone marrow. In the corners of the room, stone human statues seemed to start shedding tears of blood.
"Fetty... come here..." the husband tried to call in a hoarse voice, but his legs couldn't move, as if they were glued to the floor.
"He's not yours anymore," said Valerius. With a slow snap of his fingers, the shadow beneath his husband's feet slithered up, coiling around his body like a hungry snake. The sound of her husband's screams caught in his throat as he began to be slowly pulled towards the darkness beneath the floor.
The Secret Behind the Wounds
After silence reigned in the room, Valerius turned to look at Fetty who was still sitting limply. The prince stretched out his hand again.
"These wounds," Valerius touched Fetty's scab-covered arm, "are not a disease. They are seals. Your father tortured you because he feared the power that would flow in your noble Javanese blood if it united with the dark blood of another party."
Valerius brought his face closer to Fetty's ear, whispering something that made Fetty's heart beat fast. "Will you see your true face without this curse, Raden Roro? Will you make those who insulted you prostrate themselves at your feet?"
Fetty looked into those silver eyes. He knew that if he accepted Valerius' hand, he would never be able to return to being an ordinary human. He will become part of the dark legend of this mansion.
In the distance, her husband's pregnant girlfriend screamed hysterically because she saw a large shadow that began to cover the entire mansion. But Fetty no longer cared.
"Take me," whispered Fetty firmly. "Take me away from all this pain."
Valerius smiled faintly—a beautiful but deadly smile. He pulled Fetty into his arms and stepped back into the mirror. Just before the glass surface returned to calm, the wounds on Fetty's body began to fall off one by one, revealing smooth white skin that glowed under the darkness.
Will Fetty take revenge on his father in Jakarta after he masters the power of Valerius?
Take me," whispered Fetty firmly. "Take me away from all this pain."
Valerius smiled faintly—a beautiful but deadly smile. However, he did not pull Fetty into the mirror. Instead of leaving, he stretched out his marble hand to help Fetty up. As soon as their fingers interlocked, a terrible miracle occurred. The scab wounds that had been festering on Fetty's body for decades began to dry up and fall off one by one like withered flower petals, falling to the floor of the mansion. Behind it, smooth white, clean and radiant skin was revealed, as if the curse was really just a seal that had now been broken.
"Your place is not in the mirror, Raden Roro," said Valerius quietly. "Your place is on the throne of this mansion."
Tour Among the Stone Keepers
That night, under the moonlight filtering through the tall windows, Valerius took Fetty on a tour of the endlessly expansive mansion. Their robes brushed the marble floor as they passed through long corridors filled with hundreds of stone human statues.
"This mansion has been a silent witness for fifteen centuries," Valerius began, his voice echoing through the high ceiling. "And you don't need to be afraid anymore. You're not alone here."
Fetty looked at the row of statues standing upright along the wall. Some are dressed like knights, some are like servants, and some are like forest guards. The stone faces looked so alive, with details so fine that even the pores were visible.
"They are all mine," Valerius said coldly, stroking the shoulder of one of the maid statues. "They are my men. Loyal servants, guards and soldiers. They will never betray, unlike the humans you have ever known."
Fetty got goosebumps when they passed a statue of a guard holding a spear. Valerius paused and whispered, "Pay closer attention, Fetty. Look into their eyes."
Fetty dared to look into the eyes of the stone statue in front of him. His heart almost stopped beating. The originally dead stone eyes slowly moved. His stone pupils shifted to the right, then to the left, following Fetty's movements. Along the corridor, hundreds of other statues did the same thing—their eyes moving up and down, watching Fetty's every step with both reverence and horror.
"They are watching you, guarding you," Valerius continued. "If anyone dares to hurt you again, they will wake up and make sure that person will never see the sun of tomorrow."
New Queen in an Old Mansion
They arrived at a large balcony overlooking 1,000 hectares of gardens. From there, Fetty could see hundreds of animal cages and a dark forest. The atmosphere felt very tense, but for Fetty, this was the first time he felt he had power.
Inside the mansion, the sound of her husband's girlfriend's screams could still be heard faintly, but it was getting weaker. The statues downstairs seemed to start moving little by little, surrounding anyone remaining in the house except Fetty.
Valerius stood behind Fetty, letting the French night breeze play with Raden Roro's wavy black hair. "Starting tonight, you are the mistress here. You are no longer prohibited from going out, because this entire land is yours. And soon, we will return to your homeland, Jakarta."
Fetty's hazel-blue-green eyes glinted in the darkness. The wounds on his body had indeed disappeared, but the wounds in his heart had just begun to burn into the fire of revenge.
"My father..." whispered Fetty full of hatred.
"Yes," said Valerius, his smile now looking darker. "We will meet him. And we will bring some of our 'stone servants' to give him a warm greeting."
The private jet chartered by Valerius landed in Jakarta at midnight, coinciding with a rainstorm that pounded the capital. Fetty got off the plane with the grace of a queen. She wore a pitch black velvet dress that contrasted with her now flawless alabaster white skin. Her unique eyes—a mix of hazel brown and turquoise—gleamed sharply beneath her perfect black bangs.
Behind him, Valerius stepped with an aura so tense that the airport officials looked down without daring to look. However, what was most terrifying were the four large wooden chests carried by their guards. Inside, there are stone statues from French mansions ready to carry out orders.
Raden Roro's return
The big house in East Jakarta looked quiet. Fetty's father, who is now getting older but still arrogant, is sitting in the living room counting his remaining assets which are starting to dwindle. Suddenly, the front door shattered into pieces as if hit by an invisible force.
Fetty's father jumped in surprise. "Who are you?! How dare you enter my house!"
Quiet footsteps could be heard approaching. The figure of an extraordinarily beautiful woman appeared from behind the darkness. His father's jaw dropped; He had never seen a woman as beautiful as this in his life.
"Who are you? And where is the disabled child? Did her husband send you to pay another debt?" his father asked in the same harsh tone.
Fetty smiled, a smile that made the room temperature drop drastically. "You don't recognize your own biological daughter, Father? Aren't you the one who gives me wounds and insults every day?"
Fetty's father widened his eyes. "Fetty? No way! You're a disgusting monster covered in scabs and smelling bad!"
"That smell has disappeared along with my respect for you," said Fetty coldly.
Judgment Night
Valerius stepped forward, standing next to Fetty. "So, this is a human who dares to touch what's mine?" Valerius' hoarse and beautiful voice filled the room, making his father tremble so hard that he fell from his chair.
"Open the chest," Fetty ordered briefly.
Four two meter high stone statues now stand tall in the living room. Fetty's father laughed hysterically because he was scared. "Just a statue? You brought these stones to fight me?"
But the laughter stopped when he saw the statues' eyes begin to move downwards, looking at him with cold stone pupils. Suddenly, there was a deafening sound of rock rubbing. The statues began to step forward, their stone joints creaking loudly.
"No! Go away!" his father shouted as he threw the ashtray at the statue, but it shattered into pieces when it touched the maid's stone skin.
One of the statues, dressed as an ancient knight, grabbed his father by the collar with his incredibly strong stone hands.
"You spent 13 years torturing me," Fetty approached his father's ear, whispering words he had often received. "Now, I will give you forever to ponder in the dark."
Eternal in Stone
Valerius put his hand on Fetty's shoulder. "Let my servants take care of the rest of her life, ma chérie."
On Valerius' orders, the statues dragged his father to the basement of the house. The room suddenly changed its atmosphere to be exactly like a dungeon in a French mansion. The sound of his father's screams asking for mercy slowly faded away, replaced by the sound of heart-rending singing that Fetty often heard at night.
The next day, the house was empty. There is no trace of violence. There is only one new addition to the decoration in the front garden of the house: a statue of an old man with a facial expression screaming in fear, his hands as if trying to reach for something. The statue's eyes, if you look carefully, will move wildly following anyone who passes in front of it.
"It's finished," whispered Fetty while looking at the statue of his father.
Valerius hugged him from behind. "Not yet, my dear. This is just the beginning. There are still many 'collections' we can make from those who have disappointed you."
The marble floor of the house felt ice cold when Fetty and the mysterious man stepped out. The man's identity remains a gripping enigma; he never mentioned who he really was, only the name he gave Valerius d'Acheron de Maleficus—a name that felt like a death spell rather than a human identity.
Chapter: A Growing Collection
After the business in Jakarta was finished, they returned to France. The 1,500-year-old mansion now feels more alive, or perhaps more "watched". Fetty now often walks in his vast garden of 1,000 hectares without fear. Her ugly husband had disappeared without a trace, drawn away by the shadows beneath the floor that night, leaving Fetty as sole ruler of the land.
One afternoon, Valerius took Fetty to the deepest part of the mansion, a long gallery he had never visited. There, rows of new statues.
"Look at this, Fetty," whispered Valerius, pointing to a very detailed stone statue. The statue depicts an ugly man cowering in fear, and beside him there is a statue of a beautiful woman holding her pot belly with an expression of horror.
Fetty gasped. The statue's face closely resembles that of her husband and his pregnant girlfriend.
"They will be the gatekeepers forever," said Valerius calmly. Fetty approached and sure enough—as he stepped to the right, his husband's stone eyes moved to follow his movements with an eternal pleading gaze.
Chapter: Party in the Dark
A few months later, Fetty held a banquet party. He invited his distant relatives and his father's business partners who had often insulted him. They came because they were tempted by the wealth of the "Rich Widow" from France, without realizing who their host really was.
Fetty appeared at the top of the main stairs. Her shiny black hair flowed beautifully, covering her now perfectly smooth back. His eyes, which were a mixture of hazel and turquoise, looked at the guests coldly.
"Enjoy your meal," said Fetty quietly.
At the dining table, seafood and eggs are served luxuriously. Fetty deliberately ate a little seafood. For the first time in his life, the stench did not appear. On the contrary, when he chewed, the air in the room actually became very fragrant with jasmine flowers - but for the guests, the fragrance felt suffocating.
Valerius stood in the shadow of the pillar, wearing his silver mask. He didn't eat, he didn't drink. He just watched. One of the guests, a man who had once spat at Fetty, approached him.
"Who is that man over there, madam? He looks very... strange," asked the guest.
"He is the reason why you are all here," answered Fetty with a faint smile.
That night, one by one the guests disappeared from the party room. They didn't go back to the hotel. The next day, the mansion's garden expanded with a row of new statues decorating the paths.
Chapter: Terrifying Eternity
Years passed, but Fetty never got older. Her face is still as beautiful as when she was 19 years old. He and Valerius lived in luxurious silence. Fetty never asks who Valerius really is—whether he is a devil, a noble ghost, or the personification of revenge itself. To him, it wasn't important.
What he knows is that every night when he feels lonely, the sound of the piano playing and beautiful but heart-wrenching singing will always accompany him. And in every corner of the mansion, thousands of pairs of stone eyes were always moving to protect it.
Now, Raden Roro Fetty is no longer a victim. He is part of the legend. Whoever is brave enough to enter the 1,000 hectare area, they will never leave. They would just be a timeless addition to the stone decoration under the watchful eye of the man's anonymous silvery gray eyes.
Even though his past grudges have been petrified in the mansion's front garden, Fetty realizes that living with Valerius means living in endless mystery. The man's identity remained hidden behind his silver mask and in the depths of his cold silver-gray eyes.
Chapter: Blue Blood Banquet
A few weeks after their return from Jakarta, an ancient horse-drawn carriage—which seemed impossible to exist in modern France—stopped in front of the gate of the mansion which covered 1,000 hectares. Fetty, who now always wears black silk clothes with fine Javanese batik accents, stood on the balcony watching the arriving guests.
"Who are they, Valerius?" Fetty asked.
Valerius stood behind him, a chill radiating from his body. "They are the 'family' who heard about the return of the lord of this mansion. Be careful, Fetty. In this world, your beauty is a gift, but your royal blood is a target."
The guests who got off the train were people dressed in 15th century style. Their skin was as pale as paper, and they moved with unnatural grace. They came to test whether Fetty was worthy of being side by side with an anonymous figure like Valerius.
Chapter: Secrets of the Chamber of Secrets
One night, while the banquet was taking place downstairs, Fetty felt short of breath. He walked down a hallway he had never been in before. He arrived at a door made of jet black wood without a handle.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of singing that she knew very well—the song that used to accompany her to sleep when she was still being tortured by her husband. However, this time the singing sounded more real, as if it came from behind the door.
Fetty tried to sing, following the heart-wrenching tune. Slowly, the wooden door slid open. Inside there was no furniture, only thousands of small glass bottles neatly arranged on high shelves. Inside each bottle, there was a mass of colorful mist that was moving restlessly.
"Those are voices," a voice startled him. Valerius was standing in the doorway. "The voices of those whose souls have become statues out there. I kept their voices so that this mansion would never be completely silent."
Fetty looked at a bottle with a dark red mist. He could hear his father's voice screaming for mercy in it. She also saw a bottle with a pale gray mist, which belonged to her husband.
"Then where is your voice bottle, Valerius?" Fetty asked bravely.
Valerius was silent for a long time. "My voice is not here, Fetty. My voice is in the tinkling piano that you hear every night. I don't have a soul that can be put in a bottle."
Chapter: The Restless Rock Spy
The balance in the mansion began to be disturbed when Fetty realized that the statues there were starting to act strangely. If usually they only moved their eyes following his steps, now some of the statues seemed to move when he wasn't looking.
The statue of the maid, which had been at the end of the corridor, was suddenly in front of her bedroom door the next morning. And most horrifyingly, the statue of his father, whom he left behind in Jakarta, now appears in the middle of the French garden, with a face increasingly distorted by excruciating pain.
"They're hungry, Fetty," Valerius whispered one night as they stood in the middle of the mansion's woods. "These statues require human emotions to stay 'alive' as your guardians. If you stop feeling hatred or sadness, they will start looking for their own prey in the villages outside the boundaries of the mansion."
Fetty realized a bitter reality: to maintain its safety and eternal beauty, he had to continue to provide "food" to this mansion. He has to look for other bad people to use as a new stone collection.
Chapter: New Target
"I know who we should go to next," said Fetty as he stared at his perfect reflection in the large mirror.
She remembered an illegal organization that used to collaborate with her father in human trafficking—people who made many young girls suffer the same fate as her.
"Valerius, prepare our stone chariot. We are going on a long journey."
Valerius bowed respectfully, his silver mask glinting in the candlelight. "Your order is my destiny, Raden Roro."
That night, the old mansion seemed to breathe. The sound of singing was louder than usual, and hundreds of statues along the path began to stamp their stone feet on the ground, ready to hunt under the command of their new queen.
How did Fetty and Valerius trap the human trafficking syndicate into their mansion? Will Fetty start to enjoy his new role as a soul collector?
Chapter: Hunting in the City of Light
France is not only about grand old mansions, but also about the dark alleys of Paris where evil hides behind the bright lights of the city. Fetty, with her now deadly beauty, begins her first steps to "feed" her mansion.
Their target is Baron Laurent, a man of lowly nobility who runs a shady underground business—a man who once helped Fetty's father launder money from human trafficking.
Black Roses in the Middle of the Party
That night, an exclusive club in the heart of Paris held a masquerade ball. Fetty entered in a blood red silk dress that hugged her smooth body. Beside him, Valerius walked with an aura so cold that the people around him subconsciously made way, as if death itself was passing by.
Valerius remains with his trademark: a silver mask that covers his eyes and half of his nose, as well as ancient noble clothes that make him look like a prince from another dimension.
"That's it," whispered Fetty, his sharp hazel-blue eyes locked on the figure of Baron Laurent who was laughing while holding a crystal glass.
Fetty approached the Baron. Without scabs and a bad smell, Fetty is an irresistible magnet. The Baron, not recognizing his victim from the past, is immediately captivated.
"You look like a lost angel, Mademoiselle," coaxed Baron Laurent with a sly smile.
"I'm not lost, Monsieur," said Fetty in a sweet but cold tone. "I'm actually looking for someone to fill the garden at my house. The garden is very large, and I need someone who... has historical value like you."
The Nameless Prince's Trap
Baron Laurent, who thought he had found new prey, was willing to be taken to a remote mansion on the outskirts of town. However, when the horse-drawn carriage they were riding in passed through the gates of the 1,000-acre mansion, the atmosphere suddenly changed. The air became very heavy, and the sound of heart-wrenching singing began to echo from behind the trees.
"What is this place? Why are there so many statues in the middle of the forest?" asked Baron Laurent, starting to feel uneasy.
Valerius, who was sitting in front of them, took off his mask slowly. He stared at the Baron with his unblinking silver-gray eyes. "This is a place where time stands still, and sin is petrified."
As soon as they got down in front of the large doors of the mansion, the Baron tried to escape. However, the guard statues along the path suddenly moved their heads. Their stone eyes moved in unison, locking on the Baron's movements.
Terrifying Transformation
"Fetty, what does all this mean?!" shouted Baron Laurent when he saw a statue of an old man who looked very much like Fetty's father in the distance.
"Do you remember the smelly little girl you sold ten years ago?" Fetty asked as he stepped closer. Her smooth white skin now looked shiny under the moonlight. "Today, I no longer smell bad. But you... you smell like fear."
Valerius snapped his fingers. Suddenly, a loud piano sound exploded from inside the mansion. The ground beneath Baron Laurent's feet began to turn into sticky black mud. Slowly but surely, the man's skin began to harden. The color changes from reddish to a cool pale gray.
"No! Please!" he shouted, but his voice gradually turned into the sound of stones rubbing.
In a matter of minutes, in front of the entrance to the mansion, a new statue now stood. A man with his arms outstretched as if asking for mercy, with a facial expression full of terror.
Soul in a Bottle
Valerius walked towards the new statue and placed an empty glass bottle in front of the Baron's mouth. A moment later, a cloud of murky yellow mist came out of the stone's mouth and was sucked into the bottle.
"One more sound for your collection, Fetty," said Valerius as he handed the bottle to Fetty.
Fetty held the warm bottle. He could hear Baron Laurent's faint voice wailing inside. He felt satisfied, but there was something stuck in his heart. He looked at Valerius who was looking at the other statues.
"Valerius," called Fetty. "Why do these statues always follow me? This morning, my husband's statue was in front of the kitchen door. Do they... miss his life?"
Valerius turned his head, the shadow of his mask covering part of his handsome face. "Not missing their lives, Fetty. They miss you. Because you are the heart of this mansion. Without you, they are just stones. With you, they are witnesses to your eternity."
Fetty was silent. He realizes that he has been bound forever to this place, and to the man whose identity remains the darkest mystery of his life.
Will Fetty start to fear the devotion of these statues, or will he use his stone army to destroy the entire syndicate in Paris?
Fetty was silent in the middle of the dimly lit room, his hand almost touching the silver mask when a hand cold as ice gripped his wrist. Valerius was standing behind him. No more faint smiles or gentle voices. The aura around him turned so eerie that the candle lights in the room suddenly went out, leaving complete darkness.
"You want to know what's behind this mask, Fetty?" Valerius' voice now sounded much heavier, vibrating with bone-crushing strength.
Chapter: Opening of the Veil of Darkness
Valerius released his grip and slowly removed his own mask. Under the pale moonlight, his face looked sharper, paler, and small fangs began to extend from beneath his pale lips. His gray eyes now glowed red like embers.
"I am the son of the dark lord, a direct descendant of the dragon—Dracula," he said, his voice echoing like a thousand screams from hell. "I am the King of Darkness, the cold-blooded murderous Vampire whose name has been erased from history books because of the horrors I created."
Fetty took a step back, but Valerius approached with movements too fast for the human eye.
"You think I saved you because of love? Fetty, I have lived for more than 5,000 years. Before this mansion existed, I reigned in the oldest and most magnificent palace in France, ruling in the shadows while those stupid humans thought of me as just another nobleman. "The whole French people don't know that I and my family are the creatures that prey on them."
Chapter: The Painful Truth
Valerius laughed, a cold and merciless laugh. "For me, women are nothing more than tools to satisfy lust and a source of life. Thousands of women have passed through my bed and ended up as stone displays in this garden. Starting from pure young girls to old women who are full of sin. They are all the same in my eyes: just vessels for my thirst."
Fetty looked at the man feeling devastated. The man he thought was his savior, turned out to be a monster far more terrifying than his father or husband.
"Then why me? Why didn't you turn me into a rock from the start?" Fetty asked in a hoarse voice.
Valerius grabbed Fetty's chin roughly. "Because of your Javanese noble blood, Raden Roro. Your blood contains the remains of ancient powers that no European woman has. You are not just a means of satisfaction, you are a special 'dish' that I am preparing. I want you to feel power, I want you to feel vengeance, so that your blood will taste that much sweeter when the time comes for me to take everything from you."
Chapter: The Prison Behind Beauty
Now Fetty realized the meaning of all the statues moving and looking at him. They are not guards, they are warnings. Thousands of women who were once loved and destroyed by the prince of darkness.
"You won't be able to run, Fetty," whispered Valerius in his ear, his fangs touching the skin of Fetty's neck which was now smooth and white. "This mansion, these 1,000 acres of land, is my territory. You are my queen, but you are also my prisoner."
The sound of the heart-wrenching singing was heard again, but this time Fetty realized that it was the sound of the cries of thousands of women who had been victims of Valerius. They tried to warn him, but it was too late.
Fetty stared out the window, at the stone statues that were now prostrating themselves towards their room. He no longer sees them as servants, but as his future.
"Then do it," Fetty challenged, his hazel-blue eyes flashing with reckless courage. "If I'm just a tool for you, then make me the same monster as you. Don't let me be a silent rock."
Valerius was momentarily stunned by Fetty's courage. He grinned, showing all his fangs. "Your wish will be granted, Raden Roro. But remember, being like me means you have to forget what pity is."
Will Fetty really turn into a vampire to survive next to Valerius? And what will happen if Valerius' dark 'family' comes to claim the Prince's promise?
That night, the candles in the main hall of the mansion suddenly went out as a gust of cold wind carried the rancid aroma of blood. Valerius no longer wore his silver mask. His pale face now looked very ferocious with bright red eyes staring at Fetty like a predator staring at its most valuable prey.
Chapter: Blood Ceremonies and Forbidden Passions
Valerius stepped closer, his shadow lengthening across the marble wall, engulfing Fetty's trembling form. He did not offer Fetty immortality as a vampire. For him, pure and warm human blood—especially Raden Roro's Javanese noble blood—was much more delicious than turning him into a cold creature like himself.
"You'll never be like me, Fetty," Valerius whispered, his voice husky and deep. "I need your heart still beating. I need your fear alive."
With a lightning movement, Valerius grabbed Fetty's neck. His long, rock-hard fingers pressed against Fetty's throat, not to the point of killing, but enough to make it difficult for Fetty to breathe.
"Ah... let go..." groaned Fetty, his voice choked.
Hearing the groan of pain, Valerius' pupils trembled. For him, the sound of Fetty's moans was a melody far more beautiful than the tinkling of any piano in this mansion. The more Fetty struggled to breathe air, the more the Dark Lord's sexual desire peaked.
He cornered Fetty's smooth body against the cold wall. While continuing to strangle her neck with one hand, the other hand pulled the shoulder of Fetty's dress, exposing the white neck which was now throbbing violently with fear.
Chapter: The Banquet of Dracula's Son
Without warning, Valerius sank his fangs into Fetty's neck.
"Argh!" Fetty screamed, her body curled limply in Valerius' arms. The sharp pain was followed by a cold sensation that spread throughout his nerves. Valerius sucked Fetty's blood greedily, feeling the ancient power of the bloodline of Javanese kings flowing into his 5,000 year old vampire body.
For Valerius, Fetty is a living trophy. He had slept with thousands of women, but none had given him as much satisfaction as when he saw Fetty's hazel-blue eyes dim from loss of blood and oxygen.
Once he had enough, he let go of his bite. He licked the remaining blood on his pale lips, then tightened his grip on Fetty's neck again until the woman's face turned red.
"Sigh again for me, Fetty," he ordered in a threatening tone. "Let me hear the sound of your destruction."
Fetty, who was weak and almost lost consciousness, could only make a guttural, heart-wrenching sound. The sound actually made Valerius even wilder. He took Fetty to the big bed in the main room—a bed that had been a silent witness to the fate of thousands of women before Fetty.
Chapter: The Fate of the Immortal Toy
Every night after that, the ritual continued to repeat itself. Fetty did not turn into a monster, but he became a prisoner of the Dark King's lust. Her beautiful body now became a battlefield for Valerius' desires. Sometimes, Valerius would let Fetty recover for a moment only to torture him again the following night.
The spies of the statues throughout the mansion now looked at Fetty with different eyes—as if they felt sorry for Fetty's fate was much more difficult than becoming a stone. Being eternal "food" for Dracula's son is endless hell.
"You are mine, Raden Roro," whispered Valerius every time he finished sucking his blood. "Until the last drop, until your soul dries up, you will remain here, serving me under the shadow of this mansion."
Fetty stared at the high ceiling of the room, realizing that the beauty and nobility he possessed was just a new curse that was more beautiful but far more deadly than his previous scabs.
What will happen to Fetty next? Will he find a way to poison his own blood so that Valerius dies while sucking it, or will he completely lose his sanity in the arms of the Dark King?
The old mansion was suddenly enveloped in a thick fog that smelled like sulfur. At the main gate, which covered 1,000 hectares, stood a man wearing worn leather robes with various silver weapons and holy water hanging from his waist. He is Gabriel, the last vampire hunter from a lineage of a secret order that has hunted the Dracula family for centuries.
Chapter: The Hunter's Invasion
Gabriel stepped in bravely. He took out a blessed golden cross and threw a holy light bomb towards the balcony of the mansion. "Valerius! End your madness! You have piled too many lives on this land!" he shouted.
In the main room, Valerius, who was clutching Fetty's neck until the woman groaned in pain, turned her head slowly. His fiery red eyes flashed with disdain. He let go of Fetty who lay limp on the silk bed, her neck full of purplish red bite marks.
"An insect is trying to disturb the dragon's sleep," whispered Valerius coldly.
Gabriel burst into the hall. He shot silver arrows in succession, threw wooden stakes made from sacred trees, and even cast an ancient spell that was supposed to be able to burn the skin of any vampire. However, Valerius just stood still. The silver arrow shattered before it touched the marble skin, and the wooden stake turned to ash with just a glance from his silver eyes.
"You cannot defeat me, human. I am the king of the dead," said Valerius. His voice shook the entire foundation of the mansion.
Chapter: The Rise of the Stone Army
Seeing that his weapon didn't work, Gabriel tried to take out his ultimate weapon—a vial filled with angel's blood which was said to be able to destroy the heart of even the oldest vampire. Feeling a little cornered by the pungent holy scent, Valerius grinned widely, revealing his terrifying fangs.
"You want to fight with the army? Then I will give you war," cried Valerius.
He flicked his finger in the air. Instantly, the usually beautiful sound of the piano changed to a tense percussive boom. Throughout the mansion—from the corridors, gardens, to the forest—thousands of stone statues began to react.
Their stone eyes, which previously only moved right and left, now emitted a faint red light. The deafening sound of rock rubbing filled the air. Gradually, the gray and hard stone skin cracked, shattering into pieces, revealing the human body inside. However, they are no longer ordinary people.
Their skin turned deathly pale, their muscles bulged with throbbing black veins, and their faces filled with bloodthirsty noises. They were Valerius' victims whose souls had merged with the mansion's curse.
Chapter: Massacre Feast
"Beat him! Don't leave a single piece of flesh left!" Valerius ordered from the balcony, while pulling Fetty's hair so that the woman could see the terrible sight below.
Thousands of former statues who had now become violent monsters attacked Gabriel. The hunter fought desperately, cutting down head after head, but there were too many of them. They do not know pain. A servant statue that was now burly grabbed Gabriel's leg, while an ancient knight statue hit his chest until his ribs broke.
Fetty watched with wide eyes. He saw how the people he once considered just garden decorations were now tearing the hunter to pieces with their sharp nails.
Valerius laughed out loud, then he grabbed Fetty's neck again, pressing hard until Fetty let out a muffled scream. "Look, Fetty... this is your husband's power. No one can save you. Even your God is afraid to set foot on my land."
Valerius's desire increased when he saw the hunter's blood spurting on the white snow, combined with the sound of a sigh of pain from Fetty's lips which were starting to turn blue. He buried his face in Fetty's neck, sucking his blood again while enjoying the spectacle of the carnage below.
Chapter: Remnants of Vanished Hope
Gabriel finally collapsed. His body was crushed into shape under the feet of the stone soldiers who were now slowly solidifying into stone again, but this time their position had changed—they were now standing over the hunter's corpse as a monument to victory.
Valerius released his stranglehold for a moment, allowing Fetty to gasp for air.
"Did you see that, Raden Roro? There's no more hope," whispered Valerius with his lips still wet with Fetty's blood. "It's just you, me, and thousands of guardians of this rock forever."
Fetty could only cry silently, realizing that he now truly belonged to the eternal, invincible King of Darkness.
A powerful blizzard swept away the remains of the battle in the mansion's courtyard, as if nature was trying to erase the traces of the vampire hunter's massacre. Valerius, with his black robe fluttering in the cold wind, lifted Fetty's limp body from the bed.
"This mansion is too small for our victory celebration, ma chérie," whispered Valerius. "It's time you saw the place where my family's dark history began."
Journey into the Heart of Darkness
Without using modern vehicles, Valerius took Fetty across the dark dimension. In an instant, they arrived before a building that made the Blackwood Mansion look like a small cottage. This is the Château de l'Ombre Éternelle—the Palace of Eternal Shadows.
This palace is the oldest building in France, hidden behind mountains shrouded in eternal mist. Its walls were made of glistening black obsidian, and thousands of giant bats flew around its tapering towers into the sky.
"Welcome to my real home, Raden Roro," said Valerius as the giant gate ten meters high opened slowly with a deafening metallic creak.
Chapter: Meeting the Dracula Family
In the main hall which was lit by thousands of black candles, figures had gathered that exuded an aura of death that was denser than Valerius. They were the Valerius brothers, princes and princesses of darkness who had lived for thousands of years.
On the highest throne, sat a figure whose aura made Fetty almost stop breathing just by looking at him. The ancestor, Count Dracula.
"My son," the Count's voice echoed, heavy and cold as arctic ice. "You brought a new toy from a faraway land. An Eastern nobleman?"
Valerius bowed respectfully, but his hand still gripped Fetty's neck possessively. "He is Raden Roro, Father. His blood is a mixture of Javanese royal purity and deep despair. The best dish for tonight."
The Valerius brothers approached, surrounding Fetty like hungry wolves. One of Valerius' sisters with blood red hair touched Fetty's cheek with her long sharp nails. "Her skin is so smooth... can I taste just a little, Brother?"
"Don't touch it!" Valerius growled, his fangs elongated and his eyes glowing bright red. "He is mine. Only I have the right to suck his blood and hear his moans."
Chapter: Banquet in the Ancient Palace
That evening, a banquet was held. However, on the long silver table, there was no human food. What was presented were golden goblets containing the blood of various types of creatures, and several humans who were chained in an unconscious state as a fresh "source".
Valerius sat Fetty beside him. In the midst of the crowd of dark creatures, Valerius returned to carrying out his ritual. In front of his family's eyes, he strangled Fetty's neck, squeezing his throat until Fetty let out a hoarse moan of pain.
"Listen," said Valerius to his brothers. "His voice is the most beautiful music in this world."
Valerius' passion peaked when he saw Fetty's face turning red and his hazel-blue eyes starting to water from shortness of breath. In front of the other vampire nobles, Valerius sunk his fangs into Fetty's veins. The excruciating pain made Fetty scream, and the sound was greeted with cold applause from the Dracula family.
Chapter: The Secret of the Power of Javanese Blood
However, when Fetty's blood flowed into Valerius' body in the ancient palace, something strange happened. The room suddenly shook. The shadows on the wall began to form ancient batik motifs that glowed golden.
The Count Dracula stood up from his throne, his eyes narrowed. "The power of the blood... is greater than you think, Valerius. He is not just a toy. He is the key to something long lost in the world of darkness."
Valerius let go of his bite, looked at Fetty who was slumped unconscious in his arms with a confused and increasingly hungry look. He realized that by continuing to torture and suck Fetty's blood, he might gain strength that could even surpass his own father.
"Then," whispered Valerius while licking the wound on Fetty's neck, "I will never let him die. He will be my source of strength forever."
What is the real secret of Fetty's Javanese royal blood that surprised Count Dracula? Will Valerius' brothers try to usurp Fetty for that power?
The atmosphere at Château de l'Ombre Éternelle suddenly became tense. The golden vibration of the batik motif that appears in the shadow of the palace walls attracts the greed of the vampire nobles who have lived for thousands of years. They no longer see Fetty as just Valerius' "toy", but as a source of pure power capable of increasing their level of darkness.
Chapter: Blue Blood Betrayal
Valerius' younger brother, Prince Malphas, who had a gaze as cruel as the northern ice, stepped forward. He is a vampire who is known to be the most cunning and power-hungry.
"Brother," said Malphas in a soft but sharp voice. "If the Javanese woman's blood can revive the ancient relic on the walls of this palace, then she is too valuable for you to keep to yourself. Count Dracula's father would have agreed that such great power should be shared among the entire bloodline."
Valerius growled lowly, his hand gripping Fetty's neck tighter until the woman let out a muffled moan of pain. "He's mine, Malphas! I found him behind the cursed mirror. Anyone who dares touch him will end up as dust beneath my feet!"
Chapter: Battle in Obsidian Hall
Without warning, Malphas lunged. His movement was like a darting black shadow. Valerius threw Fetty's body towards a small throne so that he wouldn't be hit by the attack, then responded to his brother's attack.
The two dark princes fought in the air. The thud of their steel-hard fists hitting the obsidian wall created red sparks. Their sister, Princess Lilith, did not remain silent. He used his blood magic to try to draw Fetty towards him.
"Come here, sweet little girl..." whispered Lilith.
Fetty, who was still weak because his blood had just been sucked, tried to crawl away. However, his neck still felt sore and tight due to Valerius' strangulation, making him helpless. He looked around; the other vampire servants started fighting with each other, fighting for the position closest to Fetty.
Chapter: Unstoppable Desire
Seeing Fetty threatened by their sister, Valerius went berserk. He brought out his full strength. Giant black wings emerged from his back, and he threw Malphas so that he hit a palace pillar until it shattered.
Valerius dashed back towards Fetty. Instead of gently rescuing him, he grabbed Fetty's hair and dragged her into his arms. Insane jealousy and possessiveness burned in his soul.
"You guys want his blood?!" shouted Valerius to his brothers. "I'll finish it myself before you can touch a drop!"
In front of the furious eyes of his brothers, Valerius grabbed Fetty's neck again. This time stronger than usual. He pressed his fingers against Fetty's throat until the woman's hazel-blue eyes bulged and her body convulsed from lack of oxygen.
"Move for me, Fetty! Let them know you're only mine!" Valerius ordered.
Fetty's shrill moans of pain triggered Valerius' sexual adrenaline. In the midst of the chaos of the battle, he sunk his fangs deeper into Fetty's throbbing veins. The golden light from Fetty's Javanese blood now began to creep into the veins on Valerius' face, making him look even more terrifying and powerful.
Chapter: The Count's Decree
"ENOUGH!"
Count Dracula's voice boomed, stopping the entire battle. The aura of the dark king was so oppressive that all the vampire princes and princesses fell to their knees, including Valerius who was still holding Fetty who almost fainted.
Count Dracula came down from his throne, approaching Valerius. He looked at Fetty whose neck was full of bruises and bite marks.
"Valerius, you have proven that you are the strongest among your brothers because you were able to tame the power of this blood. But remember," the Count grinned, "the power of Raden Roro's blood is addictive. The more you suck him, the more you will become a slave to your own lust for him."
Valerius looked at his father with bright red eyes. "I don't care. Let me be my slave, as long as he remains under my grip forever."
That night, the competition ended with Valerius' bloody victory. However, he knew his brothers would always be lurking. To protect his "treasure", Valerius took Fetty back to a hidden room in the highest tower of the palace, where he could torture, kiss and suck Fetty's blood to his heart's content without anyone disturbing him.
Will Fetty be able to survive amidst a family of monsters who all want his blood? Or will a mysterious force from his Javanese ancestors rise to destroy the palace from within?
That night, at the top of the highest tower of the Château de l'Ombre Éternelle, a thunderstorm ripped across the French sky, casting giant shadows on the cold walls of the room. Fetty lay weakly on a stone bed covered with black silk. His white neck was now covered in purplish blue traces, signs of Valerius's incessant grip and bites.
Chapter: Raden Roro's Dream
In his restless sleep, Fetty no longer dreamed about the darkness of the palace. He is in the middle of a stretch of green rice fields in Java illuminated by a golden sun. In front of him stood the figure of a dashing old man wearing the clothes of an ancient Javanese king, with an heirloom keris at his waist.
"My daughter, your blood is not just food for the monster," whispered the ancestor. "Your blood is a seal. The more it sucks, the more your soul merges with it. Not only does it steal your power, but you... you start to steal its humanity that it lost 5,000 years ago."
Fetty jolted awake, gasping for breath. He saw Valerius standing on the balcony, staring into the darkness of the forest.
Chapter: Unusual Vibrations
Valerius approached. His eyes, which usually only radiated cruel hunger and lust, now seemed to have dimmed a little. He grabbed Fetty's neck again, pressing it until Fetty groaned in pain. As usual, the moaning sound sparked Valerius' passion.
However, when he was about to sink his fangs in, he stopped for a moment. He looked into Fetty's hazel-blue eyes which were wet with tears, but still radiated the courage of Raden Roro.
"Why don't you ever beg to die, Fetty?" Valerius asked, his voice hoarse, not from thirst, but from strange confusion.
"Because I want to see how far a monster like you can survive without my presence," Fetty answered softly behind his shortness of breath.
Hearing that, Valerius' heart, which had been dead for thousands of years, suddenly beat once—very slowly, but painfully. He had never felt this way with thousands of women before. For him, women are just tools. But Fetty... every drop of his blood that enters Valerius' body carries memories of the pain, fortitude, and love that Fetty once had.
Chapter: When the King Falls in Love
Instead of sucking his blood roughly as usual, Valerius relaxed his grip on Fetty's neck. His cold fingers were now gently stroking the bruises he had created himself.
"Your blood... it speaks to me, Fetty," whispered Valerius. He brought his face closer, kissed Fetty's forehead gently—an action he had never done in his 5,000 years of life. "Every time I hurt you, I feel as if I'm hurting myself."
His sexual desire is still peaking, but this time it is mixed with something much more dangerous for a vampire: Obsession that gives birth to love.
Valerius realized that he no longer just wanted to satisfy his lust or power. He wanted to have Fetty completely—body and soul. He began to feel jealous even of the death that might take Fetty.
"I fell in love with you, Raden Roro," said Valerius, his voice sounding like the darkest confession of sin. "And it makes me want to destroy this world so you can only see me."
Chapter: Destructive Love
Valerius then pulled Fetty into his arms. He continued to suck Fetty's blood, but this time he did it slowly, as if he was sipping the most precious wine. He continued to strangle Fetty's neck to hear his moans, but this time he whispered words of worship in Fetty's ear between the moans.
Fetty could feel the change. This cold-blooded murderous prince has now turned his knees to his blood. However, falling in love with a monster is a greater curse.
"If you love me, let me go," whispered Fetty as he began to weaken in Valerius' arms.
"No," Valerius answered, his eyes burning red with crazed protectiveness. "My love means you have to stay here with me forever. If you die, I will burn all of France just to be with you in hell."
Now, Valerius won't let anyone, not even his brothers or his own father, get close to Fetty. The King of Darkness had found his weakness, and that weakness was a beautiful woman descended from a Javanese king who was now embracing him in resignation.
How will Count Dracula react when he finds out that his cruelest son has now been "tamed" by a human? Will Dracula's family try to kill Fetty to restore Valerius' sanity?
In the midst of the darkness of the Waste Forest, where the trees had crying faces, Fetty crawled away from the possessive embrace of Valerius who was fast asleep after sucking his blood. Fetty's body felt light, his soul seemed to be pulled by a frequency that only royal blood could hear.
Chapter: Ancestral Temple in the Heart of the Dimension
Fetty discovered an ancient temple whose architecture was a stark contrast to the dark European forest. The temple has very detailed Hindu-Javanese relief carvings, but the stones are jet black and emit a cold air. On the temple wall, Fetty saw a carving of a woman who looked very much like him—a Raden Roro from thousands of years ago who had apparently been banished to this dimension because he had powers that kings feared.
Suddenly, the air around the temple changed to the fragrance of jasmine mixed with the sweet smell of carrion. An extremely beautiful singing voice began to reverberate. The voice was so charming that Fetty felt his heart beating in rhythm with the tone. Fetty's feet began to move on their own, dancing to an invisible rhythm.
Chapter: The Lord of Dreams – Thanatophros de Mortain
From behind the dense black fog, a man's figure appeared. He was standing on a pile of petrified bones. Her clothes were made of black silk that hung down like bat wings, and her face... her face was a mixture of heavenly beauty and hellish horror.
His name was Thanatophros de Mortain. A name that is a Greek-French combination which means Bringer of Death in the Land of the Dead. That name for the inhabitants of the dimension is a disgusting curse because he is capable of rotting souls, but for anyone who sees his face, he is the most handsome man that darkness has ever created.
His eyes were a misty dark purple, his nose was perfectly sharp, and his skin was as white as tomb marble.
"Welcome, princess of the land of the sun," Thanatophros' voice sounded like a heart-rending harp. "I am the ruler of the Dream Realm. Here, you no longer need to feel pain because of the vampire's fangs."
Chapter: The Charming Dance of Death
Thanatophros started singing louder. His singing was magic that forced every nerve in Fetty's body to continue dancing. Fetty felt deeply in love with this man, a feeling that was instant and deadly. However, behind that feeling of love, Fetty's body began to feel very tired. His lungs were tight, and his muscles were starting to stiffen.
"Dance for me, Fetty... until you forget your pain, until you die in false happiness," whispered Thanatophros as he stroked Fetty's cheek with his long fingers.
Thanatophros intends to "protect" Fetty by killing him in a sweet dream so that he will no longer be Valerius' toy. For him, death was the highest form of protection.
Chapter: Jealousy of the Dark King
"GET HER OFF, YOU FOOLISH CREATURE!"
A blast of black energy hit the temple. Valerius appeared in a fit of rage. Seeing Fetty dancing with adoring eyes towards another man made his vampire blood boil with crazy jealousy.
Valerius shot up, grabbed Fetty's neck and pulled him roughly into his arms. He strangled Fetty's neck again, causing real pain to break Thanatophros' dream magic.
"Aakhh... Valerius..." Fetty sighed, his consciousness returning as pain attacked his neck.
"You won't die in a sweet dream, Fetty! You will still live in hell with me!" shouted Valerius. He looked at Thanatophros with bright red eyes. "You dare touch mine with your cheap songs, Thanatophros de Mortain?"
Chapter: The Battle of Two Dark Gods
Thanatophros smiled faintly, a sickening but beautiful smile. "You tortured her, Valerius. You wanted only her blood and her sighs. I... I offered her immortality in a quiet dance."
"He doesn't need peace! He needs me!" Valerius lunged.
A battle ensued that no dimension had ever seen before. Valerius, with his violent vampire physical strength, fights Thanatophros who attacks with sound waves and dream manipulation. Fetty is caught in the middle of two handsome men who are fighting over her in equally terrible ways.
Valerius, in his madness, bit Fetty's neck in the middle of the battle, brutally sucking his blood to gain additional strength from Fetty's Javanese blood to defeat the Lord of Dreams.
"Only I can hurt you, Fetty! Only me!" whispered Valerius in between Thanatophros' attacks.
Who will Fetty win? Valerius who offers real hell, or Thanatophros who offers beautiful death? And what will happen when the ancestral power in the temple begins to awaken because of Fetty's blood spilled on the floor?
The battle in the ancient temple broke out with a force capable of tearing apart dimensions. Valerius, the Vampire Prince, roared like a wild animal that had lost its prey, while Thanatophros de Mortain stood calmly, but the aura of death around him was increasingly sickening and suffocating.
Chapter: The Duel of Two Dark Gods
Valerius lunged at a speed that surpassed light, his sharp nails aiming for Thanatophros' heart. However, every time his attack almost hit the target, Thanatophros' body turned into a cloud of purple smoke and thousands of withered rose petals.
"You are just a physical creature thirsting for blood, Valerius," Thanatophros' voice echoed from all directions, penetrating the mind. "In dreamland, your muscle strength is meaningless."
Thanatophros began to sing an ear-piercing high note. The sound wave hit Valerius, causing the vampire's eardrums to burst and emit black blood. At the same time, Thanatophros stretched out his alabaster white hand towards Fetty.
"Come here, my Javanese flower. Let me take you to a place where time is just an illusion," whispered Thanatophros.
Chapter: Escape to Dreamland
With one beautiful but disgusting flick of his finger, Thanatophros created a vortex of violet mist that engulfed his and Fetty's bodies. Valerius, who was trying to recover his hearing, shouted in rage.
"NO! FETTY IS MINE!"
Valerius tried to jump into the vortex, but Thanatophros had prepared his final trap. He summons the Morpheus Army, a legion of creatures made from thousands of years of human nightmares. Faceless figures, giants with a thousand eyes, and shadows holding huge scythes emerged from the ground, blocking Valerius' path.
"Destroy him! Don't let the dragon touch the sky of dreams!" Thanatophros ordered before he disappeared completely with Fetty into another dimension.
Chapter: The Outcast Prince
Valerius went on a rampage amidst the siege of the dream troops. It tears, shreds, and destroys every creature that comes close. However, their number is unlimited. Every time one fell, ten more emerged from the darkness.
Suddenly, the ground beneath Valerius' feet cracked. Thanatophros had delivered the final blow from a distance—a blast of dream energy that reversed gravity. Valerius felt like his body was being pulled by a very strong black hole. He tried to grip the roots of the temple tree, but his strength had been drained by Thanatophros' sacred wounds and mental attacks.
WUUUSHHH!
Valerius was thrown through a thin layer of dimensions. He passed through the void until finally...
BRUAAAK!
The Vampire Prince's body hit the hard asphalt of the street in the middle of a big city full of neon lights and the noise of vehicles. He was lying in a narrow, dark and dirty alley. The smell of vehicle exhaust, garbage and human sweat assaulted his sharp senses.
Valerius tried to stand up, but his chest felt tight. His dark powers were drastically reduced because he was in the Human World—a place where magic was suppressed by logic and pollution.
Chapter: Hell in the Modern World
Valerius looked at his shaking hands. He was no longer in a grand palace in France or a mystical forest. He is in a modern city that is cold and uncaring. Without possessions, without stone servants, and the most painful thing—without Fetty.
In the distance, he saw a large billboard displaying a digital clock. Year 2026.
"Fetty..." Valerius hissed, his fangs elongated and his eyes glowing red in the darkness of the alley. "I will return. Even if I have to burn down this human world and destroy that rotten man's dream paradise, I will take you back!"
Meanwhile, in the Dream Realm, Fetty wakes up in a palace made of liquid crystal that keeps changing shape. Thanatophros stood beside him, gently stroking Fetty's bruised neck, while singing deadly love notes.
How will Valerius survive in the modern human world without his full powers? And can Fetty resist the charm of Thanatophros who is slowly starting to drain his life through the dance of dreams?
Valerius fell hard on a pile of rubbish in a narrow, stuffy alley. The smell of exhaust fumes and rotting food leftovers pierced his sense of smell, which usually only smelled of black roses and fresh blood.
The prince's body shook, not because of the cold, but because of suppressed anger. His strength was drained away; The dimensional portal opened by Thanatophros de Mortain really threw him to his lowest point: Jakarta, 2026.
Chapter: The Humiliated Prince in the Land of Jakarta
Valerius crawled out of the darkness of an alley in the Jatinegara area. His luxurious French velvet robe was now torn and dirty. Passersby stared at him in surprise—taking him for a drunken youth or a failed cosplayer.
"Fetty..." he hissed. His voice was hoarse. He tried to summon shadows, tried to command the stone statues, but no one answered. In this human world full of logic and pollution, his magic was greatly suppressed.
Suddenly, a young girl wearing an online motorcycle taxi jacket stopped in front of him. "Sir? Are you drunk? Want me to order a taxi or do you need help?"
Valerius looked at the girl with bright red eyes that were starting to dim. "Where... where do the nobles gather in this cursed city?"
The girl frowned. "Aristocrats? Wow, you're in the wrong era. There are malls or government offices here. But if you're looking for rich people, go to Menteng or Pondok Indah."
Valerius realized he needed a servant. He needed fresh human blood to restore a little of his strength so he could penetrate back into the Dream Realm. With his remaining strength, he grabbed the girl's arm. "Take me to Menteng. Now."
Chapter: Liquid Crystal Palace – Fetty's Beautiful Prison
Meanwhile, in a very far away dimension, Fetty woke up in a room whose walls were made of liquid crystal that continued to flow like a waterfall. The light in this place was a pale violet, creating a serene yet repulsive atmosphere that felt very fake.
Thanatophros de Mortain stood in the corner of the room, holding a harp made of beautifully carved bones.
"You are awake, mon trésor (my treasure)," Thanatophros' voice floated like a hypnotic melody.
He approached Fetty. His cold, smooth fingers—in contrast to Valerius's rough grip—stroking Fetty's bruised neck. "The rude vampire is gone. He is but dust in the human world now. Here, you will become immortal in my dance."
Chapter: Endless Dance
Thanatophros began to sing. His tone was melodious, very beautiful, but every syllable that came out of his lips felt like a thread tying the nerves of Fetty's legs.
Fetty started to stand up. His body moved to the rhythm without him being able to control it. She danced gracefully, twirling on the crystal floor. However, extreme fatigue began to set in. Her heart was beating so fast that it hurt, and cold sweat was dripping from her beautiful forehead.
"Enough... Thanatophros... I'm tired..." groaned Fetty.
"No, my darling. My love demands perfection. Keep dancing until your soul is one with this song. Death from exhaustion from dancing is the most beautiful way to stay with me forever," whispered Thanatophros with a charming but sickening smile.
Every time Fetty tried to stop, Thanatophoric would kiss his hand, sending waves of dreamy passion that forced Fetty to fall in love with him again, then pulled him back to dance. Fetty is trapped in a deadly cycle of love; she was worshiped as a goddess, but her life was slowly squeezed by the Lord of Dreams.
Chapter: Delayed Plans
Back in Jakarta, Valerius managed to take control of an old house in the Menteng area after "taming" its owner—a rich businessman who is now his loyal servant. Valerius sat in a luxurious leather chair, sucking blood from a crystal glass, his eyes staring intently at Jakarta's starless night sky.
He knows that breaking through the Dream Realm cannot be done with physical strength alone. He needs the Dream Key—an ancient relic said to be hidden beneath the ruins of an ancestral temple in Java, the place where Fetty was first drawn by Thanatophros.
"I won't let you have it, Thanatophros," muttered Valerius. "He's mine to torment, mine to love in the dark. You're just a shadow lord, and I'm going to tear your world down."
Valerius now has to travel overland in Indonesia, mingling with humans he hates, in order to find a way to reclaim his queen. However, Thanatophros has prepared thousands of dream monsters to block the vampire's every move if he dares to try again.
Digital billboards in the Menteng area show 02.00 in the morning. Valerius d'Acheron de Maleficus, the Vampire Prince who usually reigns over French luxury, is now sitting in the back seat of a black luxury sedan that he stole from a businessman who is now his blood servant.
Valerius' body still felt sore. Jakarta's air, which is full of pollution and the noise of motorized vehicles, feels like poison to his sharp senses. However, the one thing that burned him hotter than the sun was jealousy. Jealous because Fetty, her most precious possession, is now in the arms of another man—a disgusting master of dreams.
"To the south," ordered Valerius in a hoarse and cold baritone voice. "To the foot of Mount Lawu. There, the heartbeat of his ancestors called me."
Chapter: Journey to the Sacred Land
The journey across Java was a torture in itself for Valerius. Every time the car passed a mosque or place of worship, he felt a magical pressure sting his alabaster skin. His powers as the son of Dracula had not yet been fully restored, and the land of Java had "guardians" very different from those he had faced in Europe.
After dozens of hours of travel, the sedan stopped at a remote village shrouded in eternal fog. Local residents eyed the luxury car with suspicion. The village is the gateway to the ancient graves of former nobles, the ancestors of Fetty's mother's line, the Raden Roro.
Valerius descended, his black robes brushing the damp red earth. He no longer wore the silver mask, revealing his pale handsome face and silvery gray eyes that now gleamed with bloodlust.
Chapter: The Terrifying Tomb Guard
When Valerius stepped towards the tomb gate made of black temple stone, the earth beneath his feet shook. From behind the shadow of a giant banyan tree that was hundreds of years old, a creature appeared.
He is not as handsome as Valerius or Thanatophros. The creature had a giant body, its skin was covered in scales like a snake, and its face was covered in an ancient wooden mask that wept blood. He is Kyai Jagad Agni, a supernatural guardian tasked with protecting the Key of Dreams—a heirloom capable of opening gates between dimensions.
"Western nations thirst for blood..." Kyai Jagad's voice resounded like thunder. "What business do you have to set foot on the land of kings?"
Valerius grinned, showing his fangs. "I have come to take what rightfully belongs to my wife. Give me the Dream Key, or I will reduce this mountain to dust."
Fighting broke out. Valerius mustered the rest of his vampire strength, moving as fast as a shadow to tear the guard's scales. However, Kyai Jagad uses ancient fire that burns the soul. Every time Valerius tried to attack, the fire struck, leaving burns that could not heal on the vampire's immortal body.
Chapter: Crystal Palace – A Dance to Death
At the same time, in the beautiful but sickening Dream Realm, Fetty is on the verge of collapse. Thanatophros de Mortain continues to sing the deadly melody.
Fetty danced on the liquid crystal floor which was now pale pink—the color of Fetty's life energy which was starting to fade. Her silk dress was soaked with sweat, her breathing was labored, and her legs were starting to bleed from the endless spinning.
"Thanatophros... please... let me rest..." groaned Fetty. His voice was almost gone, leaving only a sigh of despair.
Thanatophros approached, stroking Fetty's bruised neck with his cool, smooth fingers. "Just a little more, my darling. When you reach the peak of your exhaustion, your soul will explode into a thousand stars, and you will be part of my palace forever. Isn't that wonderful? Become immortal in the dance of love?"
Thanatophoric kissed Fetty's lips, sending a wave of fake pleasure that made Fetty fall in love again for a moment, enough to force him to continue dancing even though his heart felt like it was about to explode. Thanatophoric is a monster that kills with tenderness, ensnaring Ferry in an endless prison of dreams.
Chapter: Blood Sacrifice in an Ancient Tomb
Back at the foot of Mount Lawu, Valerius was pressed. Kyai Jagad Agni almost destroyed his heart with a fiery spear. In despair, Valerius remembered the words of the prince of dreams: "You are nothing but a physical creature thirsting for blood."
Valerius realized he couldn't win with physical strength. He prostrated himself in front of Fetty's ancestral grave. He pierced his own palm with his fangs and let his 5,000 year old vampire blood mix with the grave's soil.
"O ancestors of Raden Roro! If you hate me, so be it! But don't let your descendants die as decorations in the hands of the rotten master of dreams!" shouted Valerius.
The burial ground exploded. Javanese noble spirits emerge from the darkness, their appearance is scary but majestic. They saw Valerius' blood mixed with the soil—blood containing the essence of Fetty that he often sucked. They recognized the "taste" of their offspring in Valerius' body.
The guard, Kyai Jagad, stopped attacking. The spirits gave him a small dagger stained with black blood—the Dream Key.
"Bring this," whispered a magical voice from inside the tomb. "Use this keris to pierce the heart of the master of dreams. But remember, every time you use it, part of Fetty's humanity will disappear, and he will move closer to becoming a creature like you."
Chapter: Breaking the World Boundaries
With the Dream Key in his hand, Valerius stood up. His wounds were closing slowly, but his eyes were no longer gray, but pitch black without pupils. He has made a pact with the darkness of the land of Java.
He lifted the dagger into the night sky. "Thanatophros... prepare your last dance. For I have not come to gently pick him up, but to drag him back to the hell he shared with me."
The space in front of Valerius cracked. The portal to the Dream Realm opened, emitting a disgusting violet light. Valerius stepped in, ready to face thousands of dream monsters to reclaim his most precious toy.
Meanwhile, in the crystal palace, Fetty fell. He could no longer move his legs. Thanatophros knelt beside him, pulling out a crystal dagger to take Fetty's last breath.
"The time has come, ma chérie," whispered Thanatophros.
Will Valerius arrive in time before Thanatophros takes Fetty's last breath? And what would happen if Fetty saw Valerius return with a much more sinister aura after making a pact with his ancestors?