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Depravity reigned. The palace was a theater of sin—shadows flickered across marble and silk as wickedness played out again and again.
Vampires were built to withstand anything. Their bodies were strong, their regenerative powers legendary. Normally, after Tenra's relentless training, Queen Carmilla could endure for days, even nights on end.
But this time? Mere hours had passed, and the queen lay sprawled across her throne, twitching and drooling, utterly spent.
Tenra watched her with a mix of amusement and awe.
All he'd done was use [Sensory Manipulation] to amplify her sensitivity—just a few dozen times over. The result was staggering.
He'd discovered something new: the Sacred Gear could be turned inward, not just outward. That pleasure, magnified again and again, nearly swept Tenra away as well. If he hadn't forced himself to stop, he might have literally broken the queen—body and soul.
Sensory control wasn't rare, not on its own. In the hands of its original host, it could barely nudge someone's perceptions. But in Tenra's grasp, it had become something monstrous—on par with the most fearsome Longinus-class Gears.
And that was just the beginning. If he pushed further, who knew what else he could twist—desires, emotions, even the will to resist. The possibilities sent a thrill through him.
This Sacred Gear would be full of surprises.
With a flick of his wrist, Tenra cleaned away every trace of their madness. He drew Carmilla onto his lap, lifting her chin so she met his gaze.
"Look into my eyes, Akasha."
"Master…"
She was still dazed, but her obedience was absolute. Carmilla's crimson eyes locked onto Tenra's.
He activated [Angel's Whisper]. His pupils darkened into swirling black vortexes; Carmilla's eyes mirrored his, drawn into the same hypnotic spiral.
"I've planted hundreds of [Seeds of Faith] inside you. Pass them on to your vassals—make them my believers first."
"From now on, I want every vampire to serve me as master, to worship me as their god. Every last one will believe in me."
Tenra's voice was iron—no room for doubt, no hint of mercy. This was always his plan, ever since the moment Carmilla broke beneath him.
To survive what was coming, Tenra needed power—endless power. Plundering Sacred Gears was only half the answer; the rest would come from faith, from gathering believers by the thousands.
Carmilla, Lamia, Ampusa—the elders had all surrendered. With Carmilla's domination ability, the entire vampire race was now his to command. Such a resource couldn't be wasted. He would turn them all into his worshippers, feeding him strength and faith.
It was madness. Vampires were creatures of darkness—cold, proud, cruel. They worshipped no one.
But that age had ended.
From this day forward, the vampire race existed for Tenra's benefit—dominated, used, bred for power and devotion. Like livestock, they would serve him eternally.
A tragic fate for a proud race.
But—
"Your will, my supreme master…"
Carmilla felt no sorrow, only pride and anticipation. Her body and soul had been reshaped, made to crave his command.
Tenra felt the rush of conquest surge through him. His lips curled into a victorious smile as he bent down and claimed the queen's trembling lips.
"Mmm…"
They fell together, lost in depravity once more. Only after long, breathless moments did they finally part.
Tenra snapped his fingers. Instantly, figures appeared throughout the palace—Katerea and her retinue of female sorcerers.
"Master."
Katerea and her sorceresses knelt, heads bowed before Tenra on the throne.
"Katerea, this is Akasha Carmilla—the queen of the vampires."
Tenra introduced the woman in his arms, patting Carmilla's back.
Their clothes lay in tatters on the floor, remnants of madness—but Katerea and her followers were Tenra's tools, his women. He didn't care who saw.
Katerea's eyes sparkled as she took in Carmilla's submissive posture.
"Congratulations, Master!"
She didn't know the details, but it was clear—her master had claimed another prize.
"You know the basics. Vampires used to be split between Carmilla and Tepes factions. The Tepes fools destroyed themselves; now Carmilla's clan is all that remains."
"Akasha and her people have bowed to me. I want every vampire to become my believer."
"I'll be leaving soon. You and your sorceresses will stay, help Akasha remake this nation into one that worships me completely."
Tenra laid out the plan. Katerea was ambitious, but Tenra trusted her skills. With her help, the transformation would be swift.
I see! I see!
Katerea's eyes blazed as her mind raced.
If the vampire race was truly conquered, her master's power would soar—and her own ambitions would come closer than ever.
"I won't disappoint you, Master."
She forced down her excitement, bowing her head even lower.
Tenra nodded, turning his gaze back to Carmilla.
"Akasha, there's one more thing I need you to do…"
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