Chapitre 116: Hunting for blood

When Mallory reached the floor below, she noticed the decorations for Hallow had been returned to their original state. Walking alongside Hadeon, she suddenly caught the scent of a human, and her gums ached as her fangs threatened to emerge. She stiffened, startled by her body's reaction.

"It's going to be alright," Hadeon whispered reassuringly in her ear, placing a gentle hand on her back to guide her forward.

"Will you make sure I don't hurt anyone innocent?" Mallory asked, turning to meet his gaze with concern.

"You're still new to this, which is why everything feels so amplified. The scents, the sights…" Hadeon smiled as they walked past the oblivious guest. "In time, you'll learn to control those urges."

"How did you manage it?" Mallory inquired cautiously as they navigated the corridor.

Hadeon's lips curled into an almost mischievous smile. "I didn't. I fed and killed until the thrill wore off—though that took over a century."