The rest of the council left the throne room, and two of those present dragged the corpse away, leaving red marks on the polished marble floor. The heavy mahogany doors slammed shut, leaving only the two of them inside.

Your sharp eyes watched the smaller boy's every move as he wiped the blood from the scythe on his dark uniform.

It was a scythe you had made especially for your Viole, empowered with spells capable of harming any creature, engraved with beautiful golden gems that reminded you of Viole's eyes. The eyes that seemed so innocent, but at that moment burned with fierce protection.

Viole walked toward you without a word, calmly holding the scythe. Golden eyes watched you with rapt attention.

You never tired of looking at Viole. He was so handsome, so beautiful, just for you. The uniform he wore was also designed by you. A black corset wrapped around Viole's waist, black lace adorning the edges of the uniform to highlight the beautiful paleness of her skin, voluptuous shoulders and a provocative cutout at the back to emphasize her petite figure, and crimson fabric to show everyone how fierce and dangerous Viole was.

Crimson fabric that would easily hide the bloodstains of her enemies.

When he finally got close enough, Viole held out the vampire's head as if it were nothing.

Golden eyes stared at him expectantly. "For you, Master."