Chapter 42. The Beast

“Every cultivation a vampire shows you is merely a mask” her father once said “Vampires are nothing but monsters.”

As Edgar’s grip tightened around Lola’s trembling form, her resistance faltered. The weight of despair settled upon her, leaving her feeling powerless against his relentless grasp. She could sense the shift in his demeanor, a transformation that chilled her to the bone. Gone was the empathy and love she had witnessed, replaced now by a cold, unyielding force.

Edgar lifted Lola in his arms and walked through the winding corridors of his castle, leading her to a part of his abode she had never set foot in before. The air grew heavy with a sense of foreboding, as if the very walls held their breath, aware of the impending darkness about to unfold.

They arrived at a set of grand double doors, ornately carved with intricate patterns that spoke of a bygone era. Edgar swung them open with a forceful push, revealing a room shrouded in darkness. The only source