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They spilled his blood to protect their crown. Now he’ll drown their kingdom in it.

Once a devoted knight of the Silver Court, Kael Morvain was betrayed by the royals he served—offered as a living sacrifice to seal a cursed blood pact. But death was only the beginning. Reborn as a vampire in the ruins of forgotten gods, Kael awakens with no soul, no mercy, and one burning purpose: vengeance.

The kingdom of Solrath flourishes on lies, its golden heir worshiped like a savior. But Kael knows the truth: the blood on their throne belongs to him.

When he kidnaps the last surviving princess, a fierce woman marked by prophecy and hiding her own monstrous bloodline, Kael’s revenge spirals into a war between old gods, cursed blood, and forbidden desire.

In a land where power is written in veins and vengeance never dies, only one truth remains:

The dead don’t forgive.
They return.

veins of vengeance

Not voices. Wills. Like a thousand eyes pressed against the edges of his thoughts, watching… waiting… wanting.

He clutched his chest as the sigil burned brighter. He had power, but no control. Each breath trembled with the weight of something else—a presence older, colder, and infinitely patient.

She had fought queens, demons, armies—but this? This was her son. And no sword could cut away what was inside him.

She turned to Liora and Kael. "There's one place left."

Liora stiffened. "The Ruined Pillars?"

Kael's face darkened. "That's suicide. The gods haven't spoken in centuries."

She felt the shift in the air—the ripple of divine magic stirring for the first time in an age.

"Let her run to the gods," she said to her war priest. "They will see what I already know."

"Even gods cannot save her from herself."

He wandered the outer courtyard alone.

Everything around him bent—small plants growing in seconds, stone cracking beneath his steps, shadows clinging too long to his shape.

He didn't mean to break the world.

And deep inside, something knocked—once, twice, then constant. A voice that wanted to wear his skin. A being made of hunger and memory.

Then, a single word echoed through his mind:

He gasped—and fell to his knees.

Selene, Kael, and Liora – The Ruined Pillars

They arrived at the edge of the world.

Where the sky bled blue fire and the earth grew quiet with age.

The Ruined Pillars rose like broken spines, each etched with the names of the First Gods.

Selene stepped forward, blade drawn, and spoke the forbidden invocation.

"I call upon the Silent Triad. I call upon the Dead Names. I call upon you, forgotten and fallen."

And a voice not heard in ten thousand years answered.

"What have you brought us, oathbreaker?"

Selene fell to one knee as the ground split before her.

Three figures emerged from the lightless mist—no faces, only crowns of shadow and eyes made of dying stars.

"Your son is the vessel," it said. "But the key is you."

Another voice echoed: "Would you kill him to save the world?"

And the third whispered, "Or damn the world to save your blood?"

Selene raised her eyes, fury meeting divinity.

"I will rewrite fate before I lose him again."

The Vessel's Cry