What… me?
I was born into a disillusioned world—one that glorifies darkness as power and deems light a sign of weakness.
My strange fate is that I belong neither to the filthy humans nor to the pure heavens…
I am a vampire.
Darkness is my homeland, and strength my creed.
I was born on a night when blood met the moon, when a star fell to grant the newborn its power.
Those born on that night are considered special…
And I was the eldest son of the mightiest ruling clan in the Village of Fire.
It is regarded as one of the most formidable royal clans, its lineage tracing back to the Black Falcon, the majestic ruler of the mountains.
I was given the title "Darkness Player."
There, I find my pleasure—amidst the screams that flow like melodies in my ears.
I take pleasure in watching the wretched humans beg at my feet, and my ecstasy reaches its peak when I glimpse fear creeping into their eyes.
Fear…
It is the only feeling that must possess anyone who sees me—whether human or vampire.
It is a form of reverence for my rank and status.
I am perfection, and no one equals me.
The blood of kings flows through my veins, unlike your vile blood.
Everyone fears me.
I killed thousands without mercy; I left no one knowing the meaning of peace.
Pain befalls all who cross my path.
But I did not realize that one day, God would strike me with His wrath…
That He would send upon me a curse I would never forget for as long as I live.
On that day, my self was lost—never to be found again.
Under the moonlight, in the training grounds, the sounds of horses rose.
The soldiers' sweat poured down, and swords clashed as if in a symphony of war.
But all the noise vanished when I saw her.
No one dared look into my eyes… except her.
She stood in the midst of the crowd, as if born for battle.
Her eyes were the blue of the sea, and her hair was tightly bound.
She is Elena—the general's daughter, the only one who never bowed to me.
Perhaps that is why she captured my cursed heart.
Suddenly, my horse trembled and began to run wildly, kicking anyone who stood in its way.
And from among the ranks, she surged toward him with unwavering resolve, seizing the reins with a decisive motion only a seasoned rider would dare.
The horse neighed sharply, then came to a halt.
I advanced slowly among the soldiers, who stepped back in reverence.
And when I reached her, she turned to me with a cold gaze and said calmly,
"Your Majesty…"
I smiled.
No one addresses me this way… except her.
"Do you know…" I said, watching her features intently, "one day… you will be mine."
She raised an eyebrow mockingly and replied,
"Perhaps… when you stop thinking everything belongs to you."
Her words were a stab… but the only one I ever loved.
I did not know that those moments would turn into the ashes of memories.
I did not know that the end was silently approaching.
Suddenly, the drums of war thundered…
The enemies and humans united against our village—marking the beginning of my unending torment....
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-To be continued...-