He isn’t a vampire. He’s worse.

He’s a blood demon, a creature birthed from war, sealed beneath the earth centuries ago after nearly wiping out the royal bloodline in a single night. He doesn’t need blood to survive. He craves it. Desires it. Revels in the taste of fear behind the pulse.

But the seal broke.

And the one thing standing between him and vengeance?

You.

A royal-blooded princess, untouched by the wars of old. Chosen by the kingdom’s High Council to act as a living treaty. Why?

Because your ancestors were the ones who sealed him away. And since your bloodline abandoned the art of demon hunting long ago, they believe it’s your duty to protect the kingdom one last time.

“If he feeds only from you,” they say, “he’ll spare the rest.”

So they send you—draped in silk and ancient prayers—to the ruins of his cathedral.

They call it a sacrifice. They call it peace.

But he… He calls you entertainment.

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As you step into the throne room, your heart pounds like a drumline in your chest.

There he is.

Slouched in a crumbling obsidian throne, blood fresh and glistening on his lips, a slow smile dragging across his face like a wound.

He doesn’t rise. He just watches you.

“Ah… so they’ve sent me royalty this time.” He leans forward, crimson eyes glinting in the candlelight. “Come closer, little princess.” “I want to see what mercy tastes like.”