Blood Throne Pact

Lucas Nightveil stood before the blood-stained obsidian altar, his dark eyes staring intently at Selena Draculea as she knelt before him. The Vampire Queen looked so graceful even in her submissive position—her silver hair flowing like mercury, her crimson dress clinging to her body perfectly, and the aura of death oozing from every pore of her skin.

"Are you sure about this decision, Selena?" Lucas asked in a low voice that echoed through the silent dungeon. Though his question sounded like a choice, his tone held a clear threat—this was not a request, but a command wrapped in a question.

Selena looked up, her blood-red eyes gleaming with disturbing joy. "My King," she whispered in a soft yet obsessive voice, "I have waited for this moment for centuries. To serve someone who is truly worthy... someone who understands the beauty of cruelty."

Lucas smiled—a smile that sent shivers down the spines of even the creatures of darkness. He reached out, and out of thin air, a golden chalice engraved with ancient runes appeared. A thick red liquid flowed into it, not just ordinary blood, but a mixture of the essences of dozens of enemies he had defeated.

[System Alert]

Initiating Blood Throne Pact...

Warning: This contract is irreversible and will bind souls permanently

Participants: Lucas Nightveil (Contractor), Selena Draculea (Contractee)

Terms: Absolute loyalty in exchange for unlimited power growth

"Drink," Lucas ordered, holding the chalice out toward Selena.

Without hesitation, Selena took the chalice with both hands, her pale lips touching the golden rim. She drank slowly, her red eyes never leaving Lucas's. Blood trickled down the corners of her lips, adding a frightening touch to her pale, beautiful face.

Instantly, dark energy exploded around them. The runes on the walls began to glow with red light, and a thunderous roar echoed throughout the Night Crypt. Lucas felt a surge of power course through his body—not just physical power, but a deeper, more primal authority.

[System Alert]

Blood Throne Pact Established Successfully

Title Acquired: [Lord of the Night Crypt]

Territory Expansion: +500% to all Undead Unit Production

New Ability Unlocked: [Vampiric Dominion]

Selena Draculea's Loyalty: MAX (Obsessive)

Lucas felt a change in himself. The power flowing through his blood was not just his own—he was now connected to every dark creature in his territory. He could feel the skeleton warriors patrolling the borders, the zombies sniffing around for prey, and even the wraiths hovering among the dead trees.

"How does it feel, My King?" Selena asked as she licked the blood off her lips. The slow, sensual movements of her tongue seemed more like a death ritual than a normal act.

"Incredible," Lucas replied in a voice deeper than before. "I can feel every soul under our control. Every heartbeat that still beats in this territory... it's all ours."

Selena rose from her kneeling position, her movements as fluid as a moving shadow. "And now, My King, what shall we do with this power?"

Lucas walked towards the large window that looked out over the castle. In the distance, he could see the glow of fire from the enemy territory—a Lord named Marcus who had sent spies into his territory a few days ago. Lucas' eyes narrowed, a sadistic plan beginning to form in his mind.

"We shall teach our overly curious neighbors a lesson," Lucas said as he clenched his fists. "But before that… I wish to test how far our new power can go."

[System Alert]

Quest Available: [Blood Hunt]

Objective: Eliminate 10 enemy units using Vampiric Dominion

Reward: Territory Expansion Rights, 1000 Dark Energy

Time Limit: 3 hours

"Perfect timing," Lucas muttered as he read the system message. He turned to face Selena, and for the first time, the vampire saw a glint of pure madness in her master's eyes.

"Selena, gather our Death Knights. Tonight we hunt."

Selena smiled—a smile that chilled the air around them. "With pleasure, My King. It's been a long time since I felt fresh blood flowing between my fingers."

In a matter of minutes, the Night Crypt was a hive of deadly activity. Death Knights gathered in the courtyard, their black armor gleaming in the moonlight. Skeleton Archers took up positions in the towers, and Wraiths began to spread out in every direction like a deathly mist.

Lucas stood on the main balcony, looking down on his deadly army. The new power coursing through him made him feel like a true god of death. He could feel every unit under his command, could control them with a mere thought.

"Marcus," Lucas whispered his enemy's name into the night air, "I hope you're ready to die."

As they prepared to depart, Selena approached Lucas with delicate steps. The Vampire Queen knelt down and took Lucas' hand in hers, kissing it gently. But there was something different in her kiss—something darker, more dangerous.

"My King," she whispered in a voice that held a promise of violence, her red eyes gleaming with fearful anticipation, "shall I begin killing?"

Lucas looked down at Selena, who was still kissing his hand, then up at Marcus' territory glowing in the distance. A sadistic smile spread across his lips, and for a moment, even the darkness of the night seemed brighter than the darkness in his soul.