Victor’s story began with betrayal. A stranger’s passion, a husband’s wrath, fists and boots in a dim hotel room—his life ended not by his own sins, but by another’s rage. Broken and discarded into a ravine, he should have died forgotten.
But fate is never merciful. On the edge of death, a beautiful spirit appeared, her voice laced with ancient hunger. She offered him a choice: surrender to nothingness, or drink her blood and embrace desire, power, and sin. Victor chose. And in that moment, the boy who once begged for scraps was erased.
Awakening in another world, within the body of Prince Victor Lionheart, he inherited memories of betrayal as cruel as his own. Poison, envy, and a false brother’s hand. Two lives, two deaths—woven into one.
Now he walks reborn, his soul burning with violet lust and vengeance. Yet destiny hides its teeth. What waits ahead is not survival—it is the beginning of something far greater.

Ben's hand settled across his shoulder, warm and anchoring. The blue in his eyes glowed, a combination of pride and something more difficult to identify. "I am proud of you, son. Very proud." His voice wasn't boisterous, but it held a weight that rooted Victor, drawing him completely into the present while recognizing all that had brought them to this point. There was awe in the voice, the sort that made time stand still, that made each breath between them holy.


Chapter 32 - A Son's Mastery