At first, the old man felt a rush of joy. His daughter was no longer lying there like a corpse. She was awake, alive, sitting up on her own. For a brief second, relief washed over him.
Then he truly saw what was happening, and the image burned itself into his mind.
His daughter who was only just now at death's door was straddling a bloodsucker and the man was groping her everywhere, his mouth violating his daughter's mouth.
"Father!" Alzara was the first to react and she slammed the door shut on her father's face. When she opened the door again, she stood fully dressed, like a perfect princess, all prim and poised. "Father, ahem… I am feeling better now. Blood God has managed to completely heal me."
The emperor stared at her in silence, his mind still struggling to catch up. The image from before hadn't faded at all. If anything, it burned even clearer now, clashing violently with the calm, flawless princess standing in front of him.
