In the modern era of advanced technology, the world was no longer ruled by governments or corporation, but by Vampires.
Their dominance was absolute, for their Monarch had discovered a forbidden method that allowed vampires to walk under the sun, eliminating their greatest weakness.
Humanity had been reduced to mere livestock kept in enclosures, harvested like cattle. They were no longer treated as sentient beings, but rather as a renewable food source. This story follows the tragic yet extraordinary journey of one such human—Aron, who was brutally killed by his vampire master, only to be reincarnated into the body of that very same master's child—a frail and incapable boy, looked down upon even among vampires.
The Day Before His Death...
"You pathetic, useless human!" Hector shouted, his eyes glowing crimson with rage. "I ordered you to assist the senior lord's child in completing his masterpiece. And what did you do?! You dared to ruin it?!"
Aron, trembling and covered in paint, dropped to his knees. "I-I'm so sorry, Master Hector! Please believe me—it wasn't my fault! I didn't mean to!"
"Silence!" Hector growled. "This humiliation will not go unpunished. Hang this fool of a human in the central square. Let his death be a warning to the rest of the livestock."
"No! Master, please—spare me! Forgive my insolence!" Aron cried out, tears streaming down his face as guards dragged him away.
But what neither Hector nor anyone else knew... was that Aron was no ordinary human. His soul—his true self—was not bound by the laws of this world. His essence carried the locked remnants of Jaih, the final survivor of an ancient and near-forgotten race. A race blessed—or cursed—with the power to switch bodies across lifetimes, retaining their soul's identity through reincarnation.
Yet in this life, that power was dormant. Suppressed. Blocked by cosmic interference—by laws older than time itself.
When Aron was publicly executed—his body swinging lifelessly from the gallows—a silent shatter echoed across the dimensions. The lock within his soul was broken.
Yet something was still wrong. His memories from previous lives remained buried, trapped somewhere beyond his reach. His power stirred but did not awaken fully—like a beast chained in darkness.
But fate had other plans.
A new life
Before Aron could even comprehend death, he was reborn. But something was different this time. As his new body formed within a vampire womb, it absorbed a strange, ancient energy from the void between life and death. And this time—his memories came back.
He remembered the betrayal. The pain. The endless cycles of rebirth. The power he once wielded. The wars he fought. The lives he lived.
As his eyes opened for the first time in this new body—he saw nothing. Only shadows. Darkness. But he could hear. The world around him echoed with muffled sounds and voices. The laughter of nobles. The cooing of midwives. The cries of celebration.
He had been reborn with the Eyes of the Monarch—a legendary trait so rare that even the ancient Vampire Records held no mention of them. Eyes that did not simply see the world—but perceived fate itself.
And the man who held him now—the one declaring him to be the new heir of the bloodline—was none other than Hector. His killer. Now his father.
"Rejoice! A new Lord is born! Let all corners of the empire know!" Hector proclaimed to the gathered nobles and soldiers. "He shall carry the name of House Valtor and lead us into the future!"
The crowd of vampires erupted in celebration, their cheers shaking the halls. But the newborn, Aron, scowled internally. He could hear them. Their voices. Their arrogance. The same voices that had cheered during his execution.
Suddenly, a bolt of thunder crashed from the sky, striking the mansion. Walls cracked. Pillars split. The chandelier above came crashing down.
This was the power of Karma.
It had followed Aron across lifetimes, stored and magnified through centuries of pain, betrayal, and suffering.
Panic spread like wildfire. The once-celebratory room descended into chaos. Thunder struck again—and again—each bolt shaking the ground. Windows shattered. Noble vampires screamed. Guards rushed to evacuate.
"A cursed child!" someone cried. "A cursed one has been born among us!"
Amidst the chaos, Aron laughed at the pathetic sight of Vampires.