Emperor Kael Dravon — the Blood Sovereign — ruled through fear. He had slain his kin for the throne, butchered ministers for defiance, and conquered nations with fire and steel. None knew that every drop of blood he spilled was to silence the torment within.

As a child, his family had offered him as a sacrifice to a demon for power. The demon never left — it lived inside him, clawing at his mind, driving him mad until only killing eased the pain. Those frenzied moments of slaughter were his blackouts.

One night, during a siege, Kael fell to his knees, consumed by the curse. His soldiers fled. The world blurred red — until a girl ran toward him instead of away. She touched his face, whispering his name.

The pain vanished. The demon went silent.

For the first time, the tyrant felt peace — and fear, not of death, but of the girl who made him want to live.

He'll do anything to have her... ANYTHING