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

Maverick's grip tightened around the silver blade in his hand, but his calm demeanor didn't waver. "I'm sure you'd like that," he said coldly, "but I'm afraid you won't get the chance."

As the living corpse lunged forward once more, Maverick moved swiftly. With a single, clean stroke, he severed its neck. The head fell to the ground and rolled, lifeless.

Maverick flicked the silver blade, clearing it of the remaining blood before he continued his approach toward Ruben.

Ruben, visibly impressed by Maverick's efficiency, smirked. "You're different from the others. No hesitation in killing a non-vampire."

Maverick remained calm, his voice steady.

"Letting them suffer for another second only prolongs their misery. It's better to immobilize them right away."

Ruben raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Immobilize? What a polite way of putting it." He smirked.

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