"The Blood Beast will only act up when he needs to feed on me again," Luna said, her voice tinged with grimness. As if compelled, her hand drifted to her throat, her fingers lightly touching the skin as a mix of fear and defensiveness flooded her. "There's no reason to address me as your empress."
The Vampire King retorted, his voice unwavering. "We shall marry tonight."
The wind intensified, sweeping Luna's billowing hair aside to reveal a face as majestic and awe-inspiring as a goddess, yet devoid of any trace of mercy.
"How unfortunate for you. You'll have to catch me first." With those words, the High Priestess lifted her arms and disintegrated into countless fragments.
The Vampire King's hands lunged for her, yearning for the warmth of her skin, but grasped only empty air. The last thing to vanish was the lilting sound of her laughter, its mocking tones shattering like unseen shards of glass in his ears.
