The wind howled through the night, carrying with it an eerie energy, almost supernatural. While Queen Isméria fought to give birth to the Heiress of the World, on the other side of the world, in a land where the sun never dared to pierce the thick veil of darkness, another momentous event was unfolding.
In the grand castle of the vampire kingdom, a crimson glow lit up the sky. The creatures of the night had gathered around their sovereign, the formidable King Vladislas, who paced anxiously through the great hall. His wife, Queen Selena, lay upon an obsidian altar, her body trembling as she brought forth a child who would change the course of their lineage forever.
The oldest vampires murmured among themselves, uneasy. A prophecy had been passed down through generations—this birth was an omen. A fragile balance was at risk of being shattered.
A sharp cry pierced the air.
— "He is born!" a vampire priestess announced, lifting the newborn into her arms.
Silence fell upon the great hall. Every gaze was fixed on the infant. Thin black veins ran beneath his marble-pale skin. His eyes, glowing crimson, burned with an unnatural light. His tiny fingers twitched, and a dark pulse rippled through the room, snuffing out the torches of the palace.
King Vladislas stepped forward slowly, his gaze piercing as he extended his arms.
— "Show him to me."
The priestess obeyed, placing the child into his powerful grasp.
— "My son… You are finally here."
A sinister grin spread across the king's lips. He knew this child was no ordinary vampire.
— "He carries the blood of the ancients," one of the vampire lords murmured.
— "More than that," Vladislas replied, his eyes gleaming with ambition. "This boy is destined to rule the darkness."
Turning to his people, he lifted the child high.
— "Tonight, a new prince is born! He shall bear names worthy of our lineage… He shall be known as Noctis Drakul, Lord of Shadows, Heir to the Blood Throne!"
The vampires roared in approval, some pounding their fists against their chests, others bowing their heads in reverence.
Queen Selena, exhausted, slowly opened her eyes and smiled faintly.
— "My son… He shall reign alongside the darkness."
But just as the night seemed to celebrate this cursed birth, an unexpected glow illuminated the horizon.
A shiver ran down Vladislas' spine.
— "Something strange has happened this night," an elder vampire murmured. "Another powerful being has been born."
The king turned to him, intrigued.
— "Explain yourself."
The elder closed his eyes for a moment, as if listening to the echoes of fate. Then, he raised his head, a foreboding light in his gaze.
— "An heiress has been born, far from here. She is the key to an uncertain future."
Vladislas clenched his fists around the infant.
— "Then, when the time comes… Noctis and she must meet."
And in the shadows of this unforgettable night, the threads of destiny began to entwine.