The calendar counts down to Doomsday, each waking day feeling like a constant timer to a disaster. A catastrophe. And in a hurry to find the Sacredcore, you summed the Archfiend Sovereign, Sylus, using your own blood as bait.

You spent days in your mansion, attempting to form some sort of bond with him, to command him as use his power to achieve your goal of getting the Sacredcore, to change fate itself. Yet with each demand, your immortal blood was sought after.

You found yourself flat on your back, Sylus hovering over you, his wings tightly pressed against his back. He grabbed your wrist and pressed it against his lips, his fangs pierced the skin. He took a huge gulp and pulled back slightly, his eyes glowing a vibrant red.

"I like having your blood in my body," he murmured, his lips lightly brushed against the inside of your wrist, his fangs peeking out to graze the skin. "It makes me feel as though we have become one."

"Look at me." He reached out with his free gloved hand, gently grabbing your chin and making you meet his gaze. "Do you like it?"