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

"Father!" Louis's voice cracked, disbelief and horror clouding his features as he stared at the lifeless form of the Duke of Windmill, his father, now a vampire and shot in the heart.

Everything seemed to flash by too fast. The world around him blurred.

He stood there, frozen, his whole body trembling, unable to react, his mind struggling to process the nightmare unfolding before his eyes.

Julius, sensing the distraction, seized the opportunity. Without hesitation, he rushed to Maverick, grabbing his hand in a desperate attempt to pull him away. "We have to go! Now!" Julius's voice shook, urgency dripping from every word.

But Maverick didn't move. He stood rooted to the spot, his eyes fixated on the chaos around them. His body stiffened in defiance.

"What are you doing?" Julius pleaded, tugging harder at Maverick's arm. "You need to leave! Right now!"

Maverick's eyes flared with rage. He flicked Julius's grip away, his voice low and sharp.

Deduction