Linfer Vamp

*Ninth skies, Underground Plane. This place was completely unknown to mortals, and this era marked the beginning of the Armageddon.*

In the castle of the undisputed emperor of the Infernos, Octavius Vamp.

The chamber was of unparalleled opulence, its walls draped in purple silk and adorned with intricate black patterns. An immense canopy bed stood at the center of the room, its satin sheets scattered, bearing witness to the events of the previous night. The young boy, of an almost ethereal beauty, lay there, his spectral complexion accentuating the softness of his pink lips. His black hair, like threads of ink, framed his angelic face, while a reddish omega symbol faintly glowed on his forehead, adding a mysterious aura to his presence.

Around him, five naked young girls were scattered on the bed, their bodies intertwined in a posture of peaceful yet disorderly sleep. Their hair fanned out on the pillows, and their skins, of different hues, formed a striking contrast with the dark sheets.

The chamber was in disarray, overturned bottles of alcohol littered the floor, their contents mingling with scattered clothing and personal items. The air was heavy with a musky scent, a blend of perfume, sweat, the lingering aroma of alcohol, sex, and most of all, blood, creating an almost suffocating atmosphere.

The prince slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the soft light filtering through the half-drawn thick curtains. He lazily stretched, his arm falling on the chest of one of the sleeping young girls beside him. A slight mischievous smile played on his lips as he recalled the festivities of the previous evening.

*Knock* *Knock*

His butler's voice echoed through the door: "Prince!"

The young man sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes before gracefully rising naked from the bed. He glanced around, taking in the scattered wine bottles on the floor and the disarrayed clothes.

Upon opening the door, he found his butler, impassive, who glanced at the scene behind him. "It seems you made the most of your hundredth birthday, prince," he remarked in a neutral tone.

The prince shrugged, an amused smile on his lips. "One does not celebrate a century of life every day," he replied, stretching again, his muscles loosening after the night.

"You are the only one missing from the meeting, and the emperor is very furious," the butler added, undistracted by the chaotic scene.

The prince nodded, heading to the bathroom to prepare. "As always... I will be ready in a moment," he said, closing the door.

Linfer took a deep breath, savoring the air as if it were pure and fresh. "I will miss you, girls," he murmured, licking his lips, revealing his sharp fangs.

"Oh, damn! I forgot to ask Franklin to dispose of the bodies."

Linfer was not only a lover of alcohol and carnal pleasures, but also a blood lover. After seducing and conquering a woman, he enjoyed feasting on their blood, earning him the disgust of those close to him. He didn't know if it was his unique affinity with blood that caused it, but he was completely obsessed with it, especially with the blood of the young girls he had just deflowered.

He headed to the bathroom, contemplating his silhouette in the mirror. His androgynous face was angular enough to accentuate his masculinity. His red sclera and black reptilian irises at the center gave him a piercing gaze. His long ink-black hair framed his face.

"Mother, your son has grown into a great boy, and handsome too," he murmured to himself as he tied his hair back into a ponytail. With his clawed finger, he made a small cut on his lip and tasted his own blood before the wound healed on its own. "Hmm, delicious."

Linfer dressed in a black tunic and matching pants, adding a red belt and soft leather shoes. He didn't forget to put on his necklace, the only memento from his mother: an inverted cross.

He ran his hand through his hair one last time before leaving his room. Walking down the long corridor, he met a maid hurrying with a tray. Linfer smirked. "You're late, young lady."

"Please forgive me, prince, here is your apple of the day," she said apprehensively.

Linfer shook his head with a smile, revealing his fangs. "Too late... You're my dish for today," he murmured, his warm breath brushing her neck.

The maid blushed wildly, stammering. She was indeed afraid of dying at the hands of this blood-loving psychopath, but it was Linfer. Dying by his hands was the dream of many women, even married ones, in the empire.

Linfer lightly nibbled her ear before taking the apple under the cover. "Perhaps another time, young lady. Don't forget to remind me to drain you to death when I return."

"Yes-yes, of course, Prince!" she replied, excited, with a blissful smile.

Linfer continued down the corridor towards his father's throne room, biting into his apple. A red liquid trickled from the corner of his mouth. It was no ordinary apple; it came from his personal garden, the Bloodthirsty Garden. Needless to say what ingredients were used to grow his apple trees.

Finally, Linfer arrived in front of a large door adorned with strange patterns.