Warning Dark Chapter
When the Prince returned to his room, falling face-first into his bed, he recalled Hilda's teasing hands and groaned for the nth time. For a while, he lay there, allowing the Soul of the Indominable to cool the fire in his blood.
"This has got to stop," Altair muttered, alone in his room, unsure when his life slowly began to become so sexualized. He'd suspect if he didn't have the Soul of the Indomitable. He would be a slave to sanguine lust as he was to its hunger. "Damn it," he cursed.
Every night, Altair found himself prowling the darkness. Lured in by his devilish charm, many beautiful women found themselves beneath his fangs, moaning his name as they clutched their legs, riding his hip with a fierce vigor, pulling at his hair, enthralled by his bite. Altair found many cared little of his tendency to draw his blood, finding many to believe it was a part of his bloodline. Not that it mattered, as he compelled them to forget.
