Madness Made Us
After a war that broke the world, love became the most dangerous thing left alive.
Centuries after the War of Madness, the once-noble Lucian Vhalcrest rises from slavery to royalty through sheer will, manipulation, and mystery. The Emperor of Alexandria, recognizing Lucian’s brilliance, adopts him as heir—placing him beside Lydia Vainsblood, the emperor’s only daughter.
But Lydia is no ordinary princess. She’s the Blood Queen—an intelligent, composed, cunning vampire with yandere edges, political masks, and a buried fear of abandonment. Five years younger than Lucian and secretly devoted to him, their forbidden attraction simmers beneath layers of courtly duty, familial tension, and fate.
Their bond deepens in secret, tangled in passion and emotional restraint. When Lydia turns eighteen, the Emperor arranges their political marriage—believing it’s safer to marry his daughter to a known weapon than risk a stranger with ambition. Lydia agrees, believing Lucian is the only one who truly sees her.
Together, they adopt a mute orphan girl named Lilac, whose strange empathy and unnerving paintings begin to unravel a prophecy far older than either of them.
The Coral Moon rises… and something ancient stirs.
As the blood-red Coral Moon approaches, reality begins to twist. Lilac, though silent, begins painting horrifying premonitions—Lucian with hollow, glowing eyes; Lydia lying in blood. The air shifts. Mirrors distort. Whispers speak in tongues no one remembers.
Lucian starts seeing flashes of a forgotten god—Vharel, the Broken Lover. Not in dreams, but in mirrors, in reflections, in the shadow of his own thoughts. Vharel loved once, and lost. Now his soul drifts, desperate to finish his story… through Lucian.
Lydia senses Lucian slipping. She kisses him under the Coral Moon to tether him—to anchor his soul. That kiss awakens something ancient. Magic ignites. The curse of bloodlines fuses them. The Coral Kiss triggers a divine event… and draws Vharel into their world
"Velros magos mentasu" — I'm joining you soon, my love.
When Vharel descends, he doesn’t come as an enemy—but a mirror. A version of what Lucian could become. The fight is brutal, divine, and emotional—not just blade versus god, but soul versus reflection.
Lucian lands the killing blow, but Vharel smiles. He wanted this.
> “You were the ending I was never strong enough to reach.”
With a final whisper to his lost beloved, Vharel lets himself be absorbed. His divine essence fuses with Lucian’s body—his memories, madness,
