THE VAMPIRE KING

Blood splattered on the floor as muffled sounds of attempts to speak filled the room.

His eyes stared at me, full of disbelief.

“To be my General, you need balls, which you clearly lack. I don’t need a cowardly, slippery vermin by my side. Die happy knowing you served me,”

I said with disdain, continuing my path toward that damned prophetic witch.

She told me there was a woman who could read the Altars, but she never warned me it was the daughter of Gabrielle, the former Queen I once served as General and right-hand man.

How could that damned baby have survived all this time?

I didn’t nourish her with the powerful blood her mother left behind before sacrificing herself to seal the Lunar Gate, imprisoning the King of the Specters.

I was the one who plunged the dagger into her tiny chest and threw her into that deep abyss.

How many lives does that creature have? What kind of magic protected her from death?

The descendants of Juno are a pain in the ass, all pretending to