Chapter 43

Until that day…

Red wine, shattered pieces, the smell of blood, and desperate screams. The loathsome, dark lineage had finally succumbed to its own desires, reaching out to its beloved and ultimately succumbing to the urge. The scene had been too chaotic to remember clearly, only that he had been kneeling on the floor, wearing only a pair of torn trousers.

His other hand had been holding a piece of shredded fabric, wiping fresh blood sprayed on him. His obsidian-like eyes had glowed, and the one who had led him into this world—the one who had always disgusted him—lay beneath his feet. His eyes had widened in disbelief, as if the beaten dog had dared to turn around and bite him.

And this bite had taken a life.

He had thought, if he was going to do it, he might as well go all the way. Even with no nourishment, there was still a contribution to life. He hadn’t wanted him to be alone down there.

So, that night, the mansion had caught fire. The flames had l