The blood servant I chose kissed her brother, and when I did, they went mad with regret.

I was Darian, the Apex Vampire of the Nether Realm.

A decade ago, nine humans willingly traded their souls, signing a pact with me to become my blood servants.

They believed that if chosen as my companion at the Grand Embrace Ceremony, they would gain eternal access to my potent blood.

Every single blood servant worked tirelessly, collecting soul fragments for me daily, showering me with flattery. All of them, that is, except for Seraphina. She alone disdained to fawn over me.

Yet, she was the one I desired most. I even gifted her rare, powerful souls I'd hunted myself.