Chapter 43: + Drink Me +

Luna tilted her head, gathering her long hair to one side. "Now, hurry up and drink," she said, her voice steady. The memories of facing an Archdemon and surviving emboldened her, rendering most fears trivial. Even jesting with the Vampire King or confronting an immortal creature from Hell seemed like child's play to her now.

The Blood Beast, a towering figure, exuded a raw, animalistic allure. Every line of his chiseled face was accentuated by the candlelight's dim glow, especially the sharp contour of his high cheekbones and the hungry depths of his eyes. Those eyes, like molten gold, seemed to hold eons of secrets, torment, and yearning.

She met the gaze of the Blood Beast with unwavering determination, her chin raised defiantly. As she studied him, she realized he bore a striking resemblance to the Vampire King, although his hair seemed deeper in hue, his skin as pale as moonlight, and his beauty almost unnaturally captivating.