ELIAS
The crimson veil of raw, primal rage clouded my vision as I charged at Queen Seraphina like a deranged beast. I knew this was madness—a fatal mistake—but centuries of festering hatred and burning obsession had snuffed out my last ember of reason.
"I should have killed you when I had the chance!" I roared, lunging for her throat, my fangs bared and claws extended.
She didn't even flinch.
With graceful nonchalance, Seraphina sidestepped my attack. A cruel smile played across her lips as she watched me stumble past her. I whirled around, my eyes wild with desperation.
"Is that the best you can do?" she mocked, her voice dripping with centuries of disdain. "The great Vampire King, reduced to flailing about like a fledgling?"
I charged again, summoning every shred of power I had left. This time, she caught my wrist mid-strike, her grip like an iron vise. With a casual flick, she snapped the bone. The sickening crack echoed through the corridor.