Choonloy

London 1820
For centuries, the royal family has fought a relentless battle against a curse left behind by their ancestor, a king whose thirst for power led him to transform into a vampire. This dark legacy is shrouded in mystery and dread, and has haunted the kingdom since the king vanished into the shadow. 

In his wake, the descendant of the king was cursed with an unique and powerful bloodline known as the Silver Blood. A gift or a curse that can turn any weapon they wield into silver, which becomes the weapon to kill the vampires. According to legend, has the power to revert vampires back to humans.

Maverick Crus Beecham, known as Marx, is one of the Special Soldier Night Guards that serve the kingdom. He is said to be the most skilled and dedicated member. Raised by his only relative, Lawrence Beecham, the head of the special unit, after the tragic death of his parents. 

And one day Marx was suddenly given a sudden three month vacation from his uncle, to return home and inherit his title as a Earl. But during this time, he meets a charming and enigmatic nobleman who goes by Cherie. Despite their contrasting personalities, Marx’s serious demeanor and Cherie’s outgoing nature, the two form a powerful duo, bound by their private mission and so called DATE by Cherie.

“We should go through all of the ups and down, for better, for worse, until we are part by death”

Sovereign Of Silver Blood

Ruben manages to use his abilities of mind-controlling on Julius the moment he lets his guard down when Vermin's name is being called out, now his worst memories recurred on his head, replaying like a play.

Julius's mind spiraled into chaos, he stumbled, his legs weakening beneath him. The mere mention of Vermin, the man who had slaughtered his entire squad three years ago without breaking a sweat, shook him to his core.

His thoughts blurred as his breath quickened. Maverick... Maverick was still here. He had to get to him. Now.

As he tried to regain his footing, Ruben's laughter echoed in the dim hallway, mocking his fear. "Look at you, Julius," Ruben sneered. "Pathetic. If the Majesty didn't have a soft spot for you, you'd be dead three years ago. Vermin hasn't forgotten. He's still very... angry because the Majesty let you go. So don't provoke him, unless you want to recreate the tragedies over again just like what happens with your subordinates."

Chaos