The sting of infuriating a single woman might be fleeting, but earning the wrath of the High Priestess, one who had once adored him, proved devastating. Cursed for not fulfilling her desires, he was now shackled to the ever-present threat of the Blood Beast within him, a creature that threatened to turn him deadly if not periodically unleashed.
As the Vampire King lounged, one elbow nestled amongst the plush cushions, an observer might mistake him for a man without worries. However, beneath this serene facade, perfected over millennia, his vigilant eyes never ceased their restless dance. While gracing a dancer with a nonchalant smile, his gaze remained ever-watchful, measuring each potential threat. At the same time, he delighted his eclectic gathering of guests with an array of exotic delicacies.
