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.

Across Rim… the subtle dance of power went on, always leaning on the brink of chaos. Seven dominant forces divided the land into a strained balance. Five were kingdoms—Lionheart, Blackcrow, Ironcold, Thorn, and Vale—while two empires, Terra Dragon and Inferno, cast a different type of influence, less about borders and more about dominion that hung in the whispers and shadows. Among them, Ironcold and Blackcrow had kept an uneasy friendship going for generations, an agreement of necessity that held open warfare off. Vale and Thorn reflected the same tenuous alliance, and Lionheart stood ever the wary watcher, impartial but vigilant. Terra Dragon and Inferno, huge and enigmatic, concerned themselves only in the secret realms of domination, happy to manipulate from behind curtains of authority.


Chapter 36 - Whispers in the Moonlight