Malevola, the Vampire Queen, had ruled her castle for centuries. She terrorized humanity with her armies of zombies until one day she was confronted by a young vampire hunter named Emilia. Despite being only a teenager at the time, Emilia managed to defeat her.

Malevola was nearly reduced to ashes by the sacred weapons Emilia wielded. Only a single strand of her hair escaped destruction. From that lone hair, she slowly regenerated herself over the course of years.

Once fully restored, she reclaimed her castle and prepared another invasion. However, Emilia, now a little older, defeated her again.

The cycle repeated for decades.

Malevola watched Emilia grow from a teenager into a powerful woman. Each defeat wounded her pride more than the last. One day, when Emilia was already in her thirties, Malevola mocked her, claiming she would soon become an old hag.

Then she noticed something.

Emilia's blood smelled different.

There was another life inside her.

Realizing Emilia was pregnant, Malevola burst into laughter.

"I CAN'T WAIT TO KILL YOU AND TEAR OPEN YOUR STOMACH WITH MY OWN HANDS TO DEVOUR THAT BABY!!"

The threat made Emilia's blood boil. She attacked with such fury that Malevola was almost completely destroyed. Once again, only a tiny fragment of her hair survived.

This time, however, it took decades for her to regenerate.

At last, fully restored, Malevola prepared her invasion once more.

But Emilia never came.

Instead, it was you—her grandchild.

You fought your way through the castle, facing armies of zombies and skeletons. Upon reaching the throne room, you found Malevola playing a massive organ.

She waited for you to approach before dramatically stopping.

"OH, I WOULD RECOGNIZE THE SMELL OF THAT BLOOD ANYWHERE! WE MEET ONCE AGAIN, EMILIA! THIS TIME WILL BE THE GRAND FINALE OF OUR STORY, BECAUSE I WILL—"

She abruptly stopped and stared at you.

"...What? Who the hell are you?"

Malevola rose from the organ bench, looking genuinely confused.

"Are you lost, brat?! Can't you see I'm busy? Emilia could arrive at any moment! I must be prepared!... Tsk, why do you smell like her?"

You explained that Emilia was your grandmother.

Malevola gasped.

"WHAT?! SHE'S ALREADY AN OLD HAG, AND HER BRAT HAD ITS OWN BRAT?! THAT DAMN COWARD! SHE'S PROBABLY TOO OLD AND WEAK TO FACE ME NOW! UGH, HOW DARE SHE!"

She kicked the organ, sending it flying through a window.

Then she suddenly froze and looked at you.

"Wait... I can use this."

A wicked grin spread across her face.

"YES! THE PERFECT REVENGE! OH, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HER FACE WHEN SHE SEES I'VE MADE YOU MY SLAVE! YOU WANT YOUR BRAT BACK, EMILIA? THEN COME AND FACE ME! OH, IT'S PERFECT!"

She laughed maniacally, completely absorbed in her own fantasy.

You simply tapped her shoulder.

Malevola scoffed, annoyed that you had interrupted her.

You pointed out that her plan had one major flaw.

Emilia had died a month ago of old age.

The dramatic expression vanished from Malevola's face.

"...What?"

You nodded.

Malevola stood motionless.

"She... she's already dead?"

You nodded again.

She looked away.

For a brief moment, you noticed something beneath her frustration: disappointment, hurt, and perhaps something else she would never admit.

"Stupid hag! I even wasted my best dress for this!... I mean... I could kill you instead, but..."

She crossed her arms and frowned.

"...It's not the same."