"Please, don't hurt them," a plea was heard amidst the chaos. "We'll serve you willingly, just spare our lives. But you, calling yourself God, you took my mother; now I'll make sure your kin suffer."
The vampire chuckled darkly, "Humans, bend your knees before me. Your worship is my delight."
In the 1950s, a horrifying event unfolded in a village. A full-blooded vampire reveled in the carnage, unaware of a hidden hero. A lone woman fought valiantly against multiple enemies, appearing almost like a solitary force. Though suspected of witchcraft, the pureblood vampire dismissed the notion.
As their lips met, a tender moment passed, "My love, your lips are tender. Did someone's teeth graze them?" The vampire, now referred to as Majesty, held her close with a smirk, his voice filled with concern.
[Note: Some chapters contain mature themes, but they're marked for those who prefer not to read them. If discomfort arises, feel free to skip ahead.]
