Chapter S1X: The Blood Moon's Curse

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On the other side of Drakhenholt (Dark World), Lord Draegon is busy in his dark room. Outside the room, the servants hear a loud groan. This groan they always hear every full moon so it is normal to their ears.

Inside the young man's room, he is there and busy with a beauty lying on the black bed. She moans because of what the young man did to her. The young man bites her neck while he sits beside the woman while she rubs her two large bulging breasts. The woman rubs the man's large 24 cm penis up and down until the young man's juice (precum) comes out. The young woman's legs are wrapped around the young man's back. The young man can't stop sucking her blood even though the woman is a vampire.

After that incident, the young man also stopped. He immediately tore the girl's clothes while he was looking at her and the young man immediately sucked the girl's sweet vagina while she moaned in pleasure.

" Ahh... Umm...Ahhh... So good baby mhmm... Ah... Ah !!! " The girl moaned.

The young man stood up and the beauty saw the young man's red eyes shining in the dark room.

The girl felt the young man's cold hand holding her shoulder. She gradually felt the young man's grip go down to the girl's big and round chest while her legs were still hugging the young man's back. The young man squeezed her chest as if he was holding a soft pillow. After squeezing, he immediately licked the girl's chest while his hands went down to the waist until the girl's sweet vagina again.

He bit the girl's nipples and he sucked her several times while the girl screamed in pleasure. He stopped sucking and immediately finger the girl's sweet vagina. He slowly placed his finger on her vagina and he did it in and out repeatedly. The girl moaned because of the pleasure she's feeling.

Suddenly the girl grabbed the young man's finger that was placed on her vagina to stop it. After that, she grabbed the young man's big dick again and immediately put it in her mouth. She licked it and sucked it in and out several times and deepthroated it several times until the girl started to cry and her saliva came out of her mouth and until she was gagging.

Suddenly the young man grabbed the girl's head and immediately pushed her onto the bed until the girl lay down. Her long hair was lying on the black bed, also caused by the young man pushing her. The young man's huge cock immediately stood up as if it was ready to enter the girl's vagina. And that's exactly what happened, the young man inserted his huge cock into the girl and took it out - he did it several times.

"Ah!," the girl moaned.

"Ah! ... go ahead! ... go ahead!," the girl added.

" Harder... Ahhh.. ummh.. Ahhh.. f-faster... Ahh..." The girl made a noise because she felt a lump in her throat and it was delicious because of the size of the man's penis.

She clung to the young man's neck and closed her eyes because she wanted to feel the young man's big cock enter her. The beauty felt heat in her body so she opened her legs even more on the bed so that the young man's big dick could enter her more comfortably. The young man was looking at the girl without any expression or emotion. It was cold as if he didn't even feel the heat in his body.

The young man kept pushing his big dick in and out until he accelerated it. The girl moaned loudly until she felt her body getting too hot.

"Go ahead! ... ah!," the girl moaned.

"Ah! Ah!," the girl moaned.

At the beauty's loud moan, the young man immediately stopped without saying a word. He stood up from the bed naked and dragged the girl out of the room.

"Hey ... wait ... why did you make me leave the room ???," the girl asked.

"I'm done with you. Go away !!!" the young man said coldly.

"But we're not done yet !!!" the girl said while feeling irritated and unsatisfied.

Lord Draegon walked away as if nothing had happened and headed to the bath chamber. Inside, there was a grand circular bathtub made of smooth, pinkish marble. The tub had three ivory-colored pillars stretching up to the ceiling. The floor was painted with intricate designs surrounding the bathtub. In front of the tub was a rose-colored chair, and above it, a glowing floral-shaped lamp. The entire room was decorated with shades of brown, ivory, and gold. Other bathing essentials were neatly arranged in the area.

As he soaked in the luxurious bathtub, a servant quickly laid out a white towel for him. Other attendants stood nearby, ready to dress him once he was done. With his eyes closed, Lord Draegon remained still as another servant poured scented oils into the water. Every full moon, he would sleep with vampire women, only to leave them afterward. For hundreds of thousands of years, this had been his routine as a king. Yet, despite all these encounters, he never developed feelings for any of them. He couldn't even understand emotions, even when he hurt others.

The last time he felt sadness or love was during his childhood, back when he was still innocent. However, as he grew older, his heart became numb, and he turned cold toward everyone. He never felt pity, not even once. When he was eight years old, his mother sent him to Delume (Dark Castle), the first palace ever built in Drakheholt (Dark World). It was named Delume because it stood in a land shrouded in eternal darkness.

When the world blocked the sun's light, the moon changed its color, turning as red as blood. During the Blood Moon, which occurred during a lunar eclipse, vampire parents were required to send their six-year-old sons to Delume (Dark Castle). There, they would be trained to become warriors, meant to fight against the werewolves and lycans. This was a tradition passed down for generations among the vampires.

Despite the pain in her heart, Lord Draegon's mother followed the custom and brought him to the castle. The young boy clung tightly to her, crying and begging not to be taken away. But as he held onto her, one of the palace guards suddenly pulled him away. He was dragged inside, and silver chains were immediately placed around his wrists to prevent escape. In ancient times, silver was believed to be a vampire's greatest weakness.

Inside the massive fortress, Lord Draegon saw silver bars surrounding the place like a giant cage. He spotted young boys covered in deep wounds, punished repeatedly. Their faces showed signs of extreme hunger, as if they hadn't eaten for days. Their clothes were torn and stained with dried blood. The sight left Lord Draegon in shock.

Not far from him, a red-eyed boy stared at him before suddenly rushing over. Without warning, the boy grabbed him and shoved him to the ground. Then, he bit into Lord Draegon's neck, drinking his blood hungrily as if he had been starving for days. Fear filled Lord Draegon's heart—he had never imagined such a terrifying place.

Another child approached and pushed the bloodthirsty boy away, pulling Lord Draegon to safety. But just when Draegon thought he had been rescued, the boy who helped him bit him as well. He felt weak as more blood was drained from his body. Just then, the loud chimes of enormous bells echoed from the ceiling. The noise came from above, where massive silver doors stood. Hearing this, the children immediately ran toward the gates, leaving Lord Draegon behind, barely able to stand.

Beyond the silver passageway, children fought each other brutally. They battled for survival, desperate to drink blood and regain strength. Lord Draegon, struggling to keep himself upright, watched the chaos unfold. He didn't realize that another boy had noticed him. The boy approached and suddenly grabbed Lord Draegon, dragging him out of sight. He then strangled him and punched him hard in the stomach. The young Lord Draegon, unaware of why he was being beaten so badly, could do nothing.

Blows rained down on him until he lost consciousness. When he finally awoke, he found himself shackled and hanging from the ceiling alongside other wounded children. The room was made of dull gray cement, and pain coursed through his body.

The guards in the room carried sharp weapons meant for punishment. Without hesitation, they stabbed the children's feet with knives, causing blood to spill onto the floor. Lord Draegon screamed in agony—he had never imagined this was what awaited him in the palace.

After stabbing their feet, the guards moved on to their shoulders, arms, and stomachs. Then, they grabbed whips and mercilessly lashed the children's backs. Some even used axes, striking them like hunters attacking wild beasts. Their faces were cut, and they were forced to eat sharp objects as a form of torture.

Lord Draegon wept from the cruelty inflicted upon him. When the punishment was over, the guards unchained them and left them on the floor, bleeding and exhausted. A bucket of water was given to them to wash themselves. As Draegon stared into the water's reflection, he saw his own face. Tears streamed down his cheeks—he felt deep sorrow for himself. He wished he could escape and return to his mother. But how? He was too weak, too powerless.

In the prison, he met a boy named Leo. They became close over the next few days, sharing moments of rest and survival. Leo had golden hair and pinkish eyes. He stayed beside Draegon through the nights and the harsh mornings.

One night, as the other children lay weakened from the constant fights, Lord Draegon saw Leo sneaking out of the prison. He decided to follow him. When he caught up, he tapped Leo on the shoulder. The boy turned around, looking startled.

"Let's escape! Come on, before the guards find us !!!" Leo urged.

"But… but…" Lord Draegon hesitated.

"Are you having second thoughts ??? Don't you see how that foolish king is torturing us ??? He's making us suffer here !!!" Leo exclaimed.

Lord Draegon pondered over what Leo had told him. He realized that it was true. So, he decided to escape the king's palace with Leo. However, before they could get out, a soldier suddenly grabbed them. With just one hand, the soldier dragged them to a chamber where those who failed in battle were punished. It was also the place where those who attempted to escape were dealt with.

Inside that chamber, they were tortured. Their clothes were torn to shreds by the sharp weapons used for punishment. Their bodies were covered in wounds, making their faces almost unrecognizable. They stayed there for several days without food or water.

On the seventh day, a soldier opened the chamber and dragged them out. They were weak, thirsty, and desperate to drink blood to regain their strength. But they couldn't do so because they were bound by silver restraints. They were then taken to a vast, bloodstained battleground where young vampires fought for survival and the chance to receive blood to restore their strength.

That day, Lord Draegon was so thirsty that he no longer cared who his opponent would be—he just wanted to kill.

A crowd of vampires gathered to witness the fight. The king of the palace was also there, delighted to see the young ones suffering. When Lord Draegon looked ahead, he saw Leo standing before him, his eyes glowing red from thirst. He never imagined that his friend would be his opponent.

Without warning, Leo lunged at him and bit his arm like a rabid beast. His mind had lost all reason due to the extreme thirst. Lord Draegon was shocked by his friend's attack.

He screamed, begging Leo to stop, but his friend did not seem to hear him. Yet, Lord Draegon had no choice—he, too, was dying of thirst and desperately wanted to survive so he could see his mother again.

That day, for the first time, Lord Draegon killed another being. He thrust his hand into Leo's chest and pulled out his heart. Starving, he drank his friend's blood. Leo collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

As Lord Draegon consumed all of Leo's blood, his wounds slowly healed. A strange joy filled him—something he knew was wrong. He never expected that killing would feel so satisfying. Now, he understood: he had to kill in order to live.

He killed over and over again until his emotions became numb. The pity he once had for others vanished, replaced by an insatiable hunger for blood and the thrill of the kill.