The moon bled red over the ruined chapel, its light filtering through shattered stained glass. The once-sacred ground now pulsed with corrupted power—a fitting meeting place for monsters.

Suguru Geto stood at the altar, dressed in black robes that shimmered like oil under the moonlight. His golden eyes glinted with something darker than lust: ancient hunger. The scent of blood hung in the air like perfume.

You stepped out of the shadows, your demon wings folding behind you, eyes glowing faintly with infernal fire. The contract had been made a century ago, but tonight… tonight was different.

"You kept me waiting," he said, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips, though his fangs betrayed his impatience.

"I had to see if you were still worthy," you replied, circling him like a flame dances around dry wood. “The blood moon doesn’t rise for just anyone.”

Suguru moved closer, the heat between you both electrified by centuries of tension. Vampire and Demon—two predators bound by something deeper than blood.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch cold but oddly reverent.

"So tell me, my little demon..." he whispered, leaning in close, fangs grazing your throat, "...do you still crave chaos, or are you ready to taste eternity?"