"I-I can't just take Damien's blood, Master... He's my partner!" After a moment of hesitation, Hecate resisted the proposal of the seventh Paragon. Her pale face was as crimson as a tomato while she waved her arms in opposition against whatever plans they had in mind.
Alastair maintained her smirk but narrowed her gaze and rejected the rejection of the crimson-haired vampire. "It must be done, Hecate. This isn't about embarrassment or awkwardness. Do you remember the blood rites of vampires?"
Facing the questioning tone of her Master, Hecate hesitantly nodded in agreement. "Once a vampire tasted the blood of something. They would become addicted to it. Those who fed on human blood for the first time will continue to do so. And vice versa."
"That's right... Let's say you fed on human blood. Can you control yourself just as well as before? Your great self-control is thanks to your ignorance of how human blood tastes. No matter how delicious the scent is."
