In a large mansion near the forest, he was in his own room, without any windows, a dark room lit by the soft light of candles, lying on his big bed, wrapped in crimson satin sheets and black pillows.

After centuries, almost everything in life had become meaningless to him. He slowly sipped his drink, fresh human blood mixed with a little red wine.

"Mm..."

He closes his eyes and enjoy the taste, before pouring some of the drink on his neck and chest while staring at the red color on his skin... His comfortable black satin shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his body as the blood slowly slide on his muscle lines.