Chapter 40 – Daylight Crown, Midnight Fang
Day – The Crown
At sunrise, Kael's body straightened like a puppet pulled by unseen strings. His lips moved, his voice steady, regal—not his own.
The Princess spoke through him.
"My loyal subjects," he declared to the court, "your Queen has chosen her regent. Through me, her voice will rule until she rises again."
Nobles bowed reluctantly. Priests muttered blessings. The people cheered half-heartedly.
Inside, Kael screamed silently. He felt her hands on his shoulders, her lips ghosting his ear. She whispered constantly as he moved, telling him what to say, whom to trust, whom to condemn.
"You are mine, Kael. My knight. My king. You will not shame me."
His body obeyed. His heart rebelled.
Night – The Fang
When the sun fell, the crown's grip loosened—and Snowball slid in like mist.
His regal stance melted into a predator's crouch. His lips curved into a wicked smile, his fangs glinting.
He prowled the alleys at her command, feeding from criminals, from drunks, from anyone foolish enough to linger.
Her laughter purred in his chest, her claws tracing his heart.
「そう...いい子...血を飲んで...私を感じて...」
"Yes… good boy… drink the blood… feel me inside you…"
Each victim made his body shiver—not only with horror, but with pleasure.
And when he staggered back to his bed, she climbed over him in dreams, straddling him, licking the blood from his lips.
"You're mine," she moaned. "Every night, you're mine."
The Clash of Voices
But sometimes—when dusk bled into dawn—their voices overlapped.
The Princess would whisper, "Rise, my King."
Snowball would hiss, "Feed, my love."
And Kael would do both—addressing the nobles with lips still stained red, kissing Snowball in his dreams with the Princess's crown still on his brow.
Comedy in Madness
The palace servants grew terrified.
By day, Kael gave perfect speeches—but with his tunic sometimes buttoned wrong, his lips still marked by kisses no one dared question.
By night, guards swore they saw him leap onto rooftops, chasing rats and laughing like a lunatic.
One priest muttered: "He's married to two ghosts, isn't he?"
Another replied, pale: "Gods help us… he's faithful to both."
The Horror
Kael looked into the mirror. His reflection no longer matched him.
One eye glowed gold with the Princess's fire.
The other burned red with Snowball's hunger.
And when he opened his mouth, two voices spoke at once:
"My King."
"My prey."
He shattered the glass with his fist.
Chapter 41 – The Chains and the Fang
The Daylight Seizure
The throne room was full—nobles gathered, priests chanting, guards lined in rigid ranks. Kael stood at the center, sunlight streaming across his face.
He opened his mouth to speak—but it wasn't the Princess's calm, royal tone that came out.
It was Snowball's sultry laughter.
「見て...彼は私のもの...」
"Look… he belongs to me…"
His eyes flared crimson, his smile wicked. Before the horrified court, he licked his lips slowly, tilting his head with a predator's grace.
The nobles gasped. Priests raised holy sigils. Guards fumbled their swords.
Snowball whispered through him in broken English:
"Your King… is my lover."
The Princess's Chains
The Princess staggered from her hidden chamber, pale, wounded but burning with fury. She held a dagger, its blade dripping with her own blood.
"Bind him!" she commanded.
Guards hurled chains over Kael, glowing with runes. He roared, the sound half-human, half-bestial. The chains burned his skin, making him thrash like a beast in heat and agony.
The Princess stepped closer, her voice trembling with power.
"I banish you, demon! This man is mine!"
Her blood sizzled against the floor, the runes flaring brighter.
Snowball's Defiance
Snowball shrieked through Kael's mouth, her voice dragging low and mocking:
「バカな女...彼はお前のものじゃない...彼は私の血を飲んだ...私を感じた...」
"Foolish woman… he isn't yours… he drank my blood… he felt me…"
Kael's body twisted violently. One moment he knelt, chains glowing, the Princess's ritual binding him. The next he lunged, eyes crimson, fangs bared, nearly snapping the links like twigs.
He howled—two voices spilling from the same throat:
"My King!"
"My prey!"
The nobles fled screaming. Priests dropped their relics. Guards fainted or ran.
The Horror and the Comedy
At one point Kael, mid-possession, seized a goblet of wine from the banquet table, downed it in one gulp, and laughed like both a queen and a demon at once.
Snowball purred: "Mmm… sweet."
The Princess hissed: "Put that down!"
The guards didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or throw up.
The Collapse
Finally, Kael fell to his knees, chains glowing, his chest heaving. His head bowed low, sweat and blood dripping.
The Princess staggered closer, placing her trembling hand on his cheek.
"Stay with me… Kael… please…"
Snowball's voice whispered, softer now, almost intimate:
「眠っても...夢の中で...私はいる...」
"Even if you sleep… in your dreams… I'll be there…"
And with that, Kael collapsed unconscious.
The throne room lay in ruins—half the court fled, priests weeping, soldiers shaking. And the Captain of the King's Army… was now the vessel of both a Queen and a Demon, chained but unbroken.
Chapter 42 – The Dream and the Flesh
The Dreams of Blood
That night, chained in the palace chamber, Kael closed his eyes.
Snowball was waiting.
She appeared in white mist, straddling his chest, her dress torn just enough to tease, her fangs gleaming. Her eyes glowed like moons as she leaned close, licking his throat.
「夢でも...私から逃げられない...」
"Even in dreams… you can't escape me…"
Her nails traced his chest, her tongue slid over his pulse, and when she bit—he jolted awake with a gasp, lips wet, body trembling as if it truly happened.
The priests muttered prayers outside his door. They did not dare enter.
The Princess's Desperation
By daylight, the Princess came to him. She dismissed the guards and entered alone, robes falling from her shoulders, her voice shaking.
"Kael," she whispered, kneeling before him. "If she binds you through hunger and blood… then I must bind you through love. Through me."
Her fingers brushed his cheek, then lower, trembling but firm. She kissed him, not like royalty, but like a woman who feared she was losing him.
"Stay with me," she pleaded against his lips. "Let me be enough."
The Clash in His Body
Kael kissed her back—yet in his mind, Snowball laughed.
"You taste her lips… but feel mine," Snowball whispered inside him.
And as the Princess's kiss deepened, Kael's hands shook violently, claws pressing against her gown as if Snowball were puppeteering his lust.
One moment he moaned for the Princess.
The next he growled for Snowball.
His voice broke into two at once:
"…my Queen…"
"…my prey…"
The Horror-Comedy
At one point, Kael, half-possessed, tried to whisper sweet words—but out came:
"I… I love—"
Snowball interrupted through him: "—to drink you dry."
The Princess froze, horrified. Kael slammed his head into the wall, trying to drive Snowball's voice out.
"STOP LAUGHING AT ME!" he screamed—though no one else could hear the demon's laughter except him.
Servants outside whispered: "He's either cursed… or he's just the unluckiest man in love history."
The Breaking Point
By the end, Kael lay trembling, the Princess clutching him, tears on her cheeks.
Snowball's voice purred in his head, soft and seductive:
「彼女が触れても...私の牙を感じる...」
"Even when she touches you… you feel my fangs…"
Kael whispered brokenly:
"…Then what am I? A King? A Lover? Or just your cage?"
Snowball chuckled.
The Princess sobbed.
And Kael closed his eyes, caught between two women, two worlds, and two kinds of love—one holy, one monstrous.
Chapter 43 – The Beast of the City
The Hijacking
It was a market day. Villagers crowded the square, hawking fruit, fabrics, and charms. Kael walked beside the Princess's carriage, armored, stoic, trying to look like the Captain of old.
And then—Snowball laughed inside him.
「今よ...血を...欲しい...」
"Now… I want blood…"
Kael froze, his chest heaving. His fingers curled into claws. His eyes bled crimson.
Before the crowd, he leapt onto a butcher's stall, fangs bared. The people screamed. He seized a thief by the throat, biting deep, drinking greedily before tossing the body aside.
The square erupted in panic.
"Monster!" the townsfolk cried.
"Demon!" priests wailed.
"Captain?" the soldiers muttered, horrified.
The Princess's Gamble
The Princess did not run. She stood tall in her carriage, her voice sharp as a blade.
"Do not fear him! He is MY weapon! He is cursed—but cursed for YOUR protection!"
The crowd trembled. The nobles whispered. Some even believed her.
The Princess raised her hand, pointing at a band of marauding thieves trying to exploit the chaos.
"Kael! Kill them!"
And though Snowball's laughter still echoed in him, Kael obeyed. He slaughtered the bandits with terrifying speed, his fangs dripping, his claws soaked. The people watched in horror and awe.
The Chase Through the City
But once the blood hit his tongue, Snowball pushed harder.
"More," she purred. "More, my love…"
Kael's body rebelled. He tore through the city streets, leaping from rooftops, chasing innocents, laughing with Snowball's voice. Guards followed, shouting. Priests hurled holy charms that sizzled against his skin.
The Princess herself mounted a horse, chasing him down, her gown whipping in the wind.
"Kael!" she screamed. "Stop! You're mine—MINE!"
The city burned with panic, as if two storms—royal command and demonic hunger—raged at once.
The Horror-Comedy
At one point, Kael, half-possessed, crashed into a tavern. Patrons froze mid-drink.
He hissed, eyes glowing. "Ale… or BLOOD?"
The bartender fainted. Snowball laughed inside him: "Both, darling."
And Kael, against all reason, downed a keg of ale before sprinting back into the street, frothing drunk and bloodthirsty.
The Climax of the Chase
By nightfall, Kael stood atop the city walls, the Princess below, nobles and soldiers gathering, priests chanting.
The people shouted for his death.
The Princess shouted for his loyalty.
Snowball whispered for his surrender.
Kael raised his bloodstained sword. His voice echoed with two tones, splitting the night air:
"…Am I your King?"
"…Or your monster?"
And the city fell silent.
Chapter 44 – The Crown of Blood
The Ceremony of Chains
The throne room was overflowing. Nobles in jeweled gowns, priests clutching holy relics, guards on edge with swords drawn.
At the center, Kael stood chained in golden shackles glowing faintly with runes. His head was bowed, his face hidden in shadow.
The Princess stood before him, crown in hand. Her voice shook but did not break.
"Today," she declared, "I bind this man—not as monster, but as my consort, my King. His strength, his curse, his blood—they belong to the throne. Through him, we endure."
The nobles murmured. Some bowed reluctantly. Others whispered of madness. But none dared interrupt.
The Crown Descends
She lifted the crown, stepping closer, placing it gently on Kael's head.
For a heartbeat, the hall held its breath.
Then Snowball laughed.
「王冠?彼は私の獲物よ...」
"A crown? He is my prey…"
Kael's head snapped up, eyes glowing red, fangs flashing. His body convulsed violently. The crown toppled to the floor with a metallic clang.
The Collision of Queens
Two voices erupted from Kael at once, echoing like thunder:
The Princess's royal command:
"Stand tall, my King!"
Snowball's seductive hiss:
"Bow down, my prey!"
His body jerked, torn between them—one arm reaching for the Princess's hand, the other clawing toward her throat. His lips formed two words at once:
"…My Queen…"
"…My love…"
The hall shook as the runed chains snapped under the force of their struggle.
The Horror
Kael staggered forward, his reflection splitting in the polished floor tiles—one side a crowned knight, the other a pale, fanged demon.
The nobles screamed. Some fled, others collapsed in prayer. Priests hurled charms that fizzled uselessly.
The Princess pressed her hand to his cheek, weeping.
"Kael, fight her! Stay mine!"
Snowball whispered, her voice dripping with lust and mockery:
「泣かせて...泣く唇からも血を飲ませて...」
"Make her cry… let me drink even from her weeping lips…"
The Comedy in Madness
Kael, caught between them, suddenly roared:
"STOP TALKING AT THE SAME TIME!"
The outburst was so raw, so human, even the priests faltered. A few nobles stifled nervous laughter. For a flicker, Kael's true self surfaced—desperate, exasperated, furious.
Then he dropped to his knees, clutching his head, both voices shrieking inside him.
The Cliff of Blood
The hall descended into chaos.
The Princess screamed for more chains, more magic.
Snowball shrieked inside Kael, demanding blood.
Kael himself slammed his fist into the marble, cracking the stone.
And when he lifted his head, blood dripped from his lips, his crown half-shattered on the ground.
His eyes glowed with two lights—gold and crimson.
His voice rang with two tones—royal and demonic.
And he whispered, smiling faintly:
"…Perhaps I'll be both."
Chapter 45 – The Crown of Fire and Fang
The Civil War Ignites
Word spread like wildfire through the city: The Captain is crowned and cursed. Half King, half Demon.
By morning, two factions rose:
The Queen's Loyalists — nobles, priests, and citizens who swore that Kael's curse was holy trial, proof of divine favor. The Purifiers — zealots, mercenaries, and fearful villagers who declared him abomination, demanding his head on a pike.
Streets turned into battlegrounds. Banners clashed against torches. Temples rang with prayers while taverns rang with chants:
"Long live the Demon-King!"
"Burn the Beast!"
Blood ran in the gutters before noon.
Snowball's Strongest Seizure
In the chaos, Snowball struck.
Kael collapsed in his chamber, writhing as if aflame. His body jerked, muscles tearing as her voice roared through him:
「全部...私のもの...血も心も...国さえも...!」
"Everything… is mine… your blood, your heart, even your kingdom…!"
His nails lengthened into claws. His teeth fully unsheathed. His voice turned guttural, inhuman.
The Princess rushed to his side, pressing her lips against his, forcing breath, forcing words of love into him.
"You are mine, Kael! Stay with me—don't let her consume you!"
Kael's Breaking Point
Snowball laughed, sultry and cruel.
The Princess wept, desperate and regal.
Kael screamed, his own voice cracking beneath theirs.
Then, suddenly—he stopped.
He stood.
Chains clattered to the ground. His eyes burned gold and crimson at once. His voice came not as two, but as three—Princess, Demon, and his own.
"…Enough."
The Birth of the Hybrid King
He seized the Princess by the waist, kissed her fiercely, tasting her tears. She gasped, clinging to him.
Then he bit deep into his own wrist, letting blood flow. Snowball's laughter filled him as he drank his own cursed essence, defying her control.
"My King!" the Princess cried.
"My prey!" Snowball shrieked.
Kael smirked.
"No," he growled. "I am both."
The Horror-Comedy in Chaos
Outside, the war raged. Priests screamed of prophecy. Drunk soldiers sang of the "King with Two Brides." Children dared each other to peek at the palace, giggling that the Captain had "married a ghost and a demon."
And inside, Kael stood trembling but unbroken, a man holding two women inside him—and daring the world to try and tear them out.
Chapter 46 – The Flesh of Two
The Transformation
The battle in the city roared outside the palace walls, but within Kael stood at the center of his chamber, his breath heavy, his veins burning.
His body cracked. Bones stretched. Muscles tore and rewove. His frame surged taller, broader—seven feet, then eight, shoulders scraping the ceiling. His armor split at the seams, falling in shards of steel.
His face remained half-human, but his eyes glowed twin flames—one gold, one crimson. His fangs jutted long, permanent. His claws shimmered black as iron.
Gasps echoed from priests and guards watching through the doorway.
"By the gods… he's not man—he's—"
"No," Kael rumbled, voice shaking the walls. "I am more."
Snowball Steps Out
The air chilled, then steamed. White mist poured from Kael's shadow, thick and living.
And then—she emerged.
Snowball crawled out of the darkness, her body coalescing in the flesh: alabaster skin, white hair tumbling wild, her seductive gown clinging tighter than ever. She licked her lips with slow hunger, standing at Kael's side like a queen who had been waiting centuries for her stage.
Her crimson eyes gleamed as she purred:
「ようやく...隣に立てる...」
"At last… I can stand beside you…"
The Princess staggered back, trembling. "No… she's real… she's—she's here!"
Snowball tilted her head, smiling with wicked sweetness.
"Did you think I would be satisfied with whispers? No, darling. I want his blood… his body… his throne."
She pressed herself against Kael's massive arm, stroking the monstrous muscle.
The Hybrid King and His Demon
Kael looked between them—the Princess, pale and trembling, clutching her crown, and Snowball, sultry and smirking, licking his claw.
For the first time, both women stood before him—one of flesh, one of fang—yet both his.
The city outside thundered with war cries. Within, the chamber shook with a silence more terrible than screams.
Kael growled low, voice split in three again, shaking the marble:
"My Queen…"
"My prey…"
"…My throne."
The Horror-Comedy
One terrified guard whispered: "He's… he's married to both now."
Another muttered: "Gods save us. Or maybe don't. I'm not sure."
Snowball laughed at them, twirling her gown, flashing fang and thigh in the same motion.
"Do you see, little humans? He's not yours anymore. He's ours."
The Princess shouted, desperate: "He is mine! My King!"
Snowball hissed: "Our monster."
Kael smirked, fangs bared: "…Both."
The New Fear
Outside, the battle stopped. Civilians, soldiers, priests—all froze as the palace doors burst open.
Kael stepped out, towering above men, eyes blazing, Snowball strolling beside him in living flesh.
The people fell to their knees. Some screamed. Some prayed. Some cheered.
And the new King, with Demon at his side, raised his clawed hand and whispered one word that echoed across the kingdom:
"…Obey."
Chapter 47 – The Bloodline of the Hybrid King
The Twin Consorts
The city trembled under new rule. Some called Kael a tyrant, others a god. He stood taller than any man, his voice a command that bent soldiers and priests alike. At his side were two women:
The Princess, regal yet changed, bound to him by crown and love. Her people called her Queen Mother of Humanity.Snowball, sultry and wild, clinging to Kael's arm with a predator's smile. The people whispered her name as White Bride of the Fang.
Neither yielded. Both claimed him. And Kael, towering above them, claimed both.
The First Births
Months passed.
The Princess gave birth in the royal chamber, her cries echoing across the palace. A boy was born—skin pale as Kael's, eyes burning faint gold, teeth sharper than any babe's should be. The priests wept in fear. The Princess smiled through tears.
Snowball laughed from the shadows.
"Golden eyes? Ha! My turn."
In the next season, Snowball bore her own child. A girl—hair white as mist, lips red as blood, eyes glowing faint crimson. She smiled at birth, showing tiny fangs.
The city reeled. Two heirs, one of crown, one of fang.
The Demon Children
The children grew swiftly, faster than normal. At only three years, they spoke like ten. At five, they lifted swords heavier than men. Their laughter chilled servants' bones; their cries shattered glass.
They looked human—enough to fool strangers—but in mirrors their reflections flickered, sometimes showing monstrous visages with glowing eyes and fangs.
And together, they played in the palace gardens—golden-eyed prince and crimson-eyed princess—laughing as they tore apart wild hounds like toys, then hugged each other tenderly.
The Horror-Comedy of Parenthood
Kael tried to discipline them, but his booming voice often made them laugh instead.
"No eating the guards!" he roared one evening, blood dripping from the boy's chin.
Snowball giggled, wiping the child's mouth with a silk handkerchief. "Like father, like son."
The Princess clutched her crown, exasperated. "They must be raised as rulers, not beasts!"
Snowball smirked. "Why not both?"
Kael groaned, towering over them. "…Gods help me, I've made a family."
The Fear of the Kingdom
The people whispered in terror and awe.
"Two heirs—one human, one demon."
"What will they become?"
"Perhaps… the end of us all."
Priests tried to bless the children, but charms burned in their hands. Merchants offered gifts, desperate to appease. Some villagers even painted shrines, praying to the children as gods of blood and crown.
The dynasty of Kael had begun. And it was monstrous.
Chapter 48 – The Twins of Doom
The Growing Shadows
Years passed in the city of Aethryn. Its streets no longer whispered only of Kael the Hybrid King, but of his children.
Lucian Kaelthorn—disciplined, brooding, sharp-eyed—trained endlessly in the yard, his sword cutting air like judgment.
Selene Bloodveil—seductive even in youth, playful yet cruel—wandered the streets at night, gathering secrets and drinking whispers as though they were blood.
Though they were only children still, the kingdom already feared them.
The Prince's Ambition
One night, Lucian confronted Kael in the war room, slamming his hand on the map table.
"Father, the people still doubt us. Let me lead the armies. Let me carve loyalty into their bones."
His golden eyes burned like fire. The Princess, standing nearby, reached for him.
"You're still too young."
Lucian snarled, his voice cracking with power beyond his years.
"Too young to rule, but old enough to be hated? Then let me earn their fear."
The Princess's Bloodlust
Selene appeared in the doorway, laughing sweetly, her crimson eyes glowing.
"Brother, always so serious. If you want loyalty, you could just… take it."
She dragged in a guard by the wrist—no, not by the wrist, but by the pulse. Her nails dug into his vein, a trickle of blood running down her arm. She licked it lazily, smirking at her father.
"See? They obey when they tremble."
The Princess gasped in horror. "Selene!"
Snowball only chuckled, leaning against the wall. "Ahh… she's perfect."
The Twins Together
Despite their differences, the siblings were inseparable.
Lucian studied strategy, Selene whispered in his ear.
Selene tempted men and women alike, Lucian shadowed her with blade in hand.
Together, they were a force—brains and blood, crown and fang.
One night, they stood on the palace balcony, gazing at the burning city below.
Lucian whispered, "Someday, the throne will be mine."
Selene leaned into him, smiling with crimson teeth. "And mine. Why not both, brother?"
They laughed, and the city shivered.
The Kingdom Reacts
Priests prophesied doom.
Merchants prayed for prosperity.
Soldiers swore oaths in trembling voices.
And still, the legend grew:
"The Twins of Doom are rising. One to rule, one to bleed. Together, they will bring either eternal empire… or the end of all."
Chapter 49 – Fang and Crown
Lucian's First Campaign
The army marched under banners of gold and crimson, though many soldiers whispered more out of fear than loyalty.
At only sixteen, Lucian Kaelthorn rode at their head—black armor fitted to his towering form, golden eyes blazing.
He faced a rebel stronghold outside the city walls, Purifiers who had sworn to destroy the "demon bloodline."
Lucian raised his sword, his voice carrying across the battlefield.
"Bow—or burn."
They laughed at the boy-king. But when the battle began, none laughed for long. Lucian fought like his father—no, fiercer. His blade cleaved through steel, his eyes shone with fire, and when blood touched his lips, his strength doubled.
By nightfall, the stronghold burned. Survivors knelt. And soldiers who had doubted him now whispered:
"The Crown of Thorns has risen."
Selene's Cult of Blood
While her brother waged war, Selene Bloodveil slipped through the city streets like silk in the dark.
She found the hungry, the desperate, the broken—and offered them rapture.
Her temple was no temple, but an abandoned bathhouse where crimson lanterns glowed. There, nobles and peasants alike knelt, offering their wrists, their lips, their throats.
Selene drank slowly, lovingly, promising them eternity in her smile.
"Give me your blood, and I give you freedom. Worship me, and you shall never die."
By the time her brother returned from war, half the city already whispered her name in secret prayers:
"Fang of the Moon… take us."
The Reunion of Twins
Lucian returned in triumph, soldiers chanting his name. Selene awaited him in the palace garden, leaning lazily against a marble pillar, crimson-eyed and smiling.
"You've been busy," she purred.
"So have you," he answered, golden eyes narrowing.
They circled one another like predators, their power heavy in the air. Then—inevitably—they embraced, laughing with the same dangerous joy, their crowns—one of sword, one of blood—merging in spirit.
The Princess and Snowball Watch
From the balcony above, their mothers watched.
The Princess whispered in fear, clutching her chest:
"They're too strong… together, they'll eclipse us all."
Snowball only smirked, fangs glinting.
"Good. That was always the point."
The Prophecy Shifts
Priests screamed of apocalypse. Merchants prayed for mercy. And in the streets, cultists and soldiers alike began to chant in unison:
"Lucian and Selene. Crown and Fang. King and Queen. Blood and Fire."
The world trembled, for it had never seen heirs like these.
The Bloodline of Fire and Moonlight
The city of Asterium no longer slept. Murmurs of the Twins of Doom spread through the palace walls and into the taverns of the poor. The people feared them, loved them, envied them—while priests whispered prayers, and merchants locked their doors at night.
Kael walked the streets with his hood drawn, more monster than man now, yet the city still bowed to him. For though he was tainted, he was still Captain Kael, and his name was legend. Behind him, two shadows grew taller with every step:
Lucian Kaelthorn, his son with the Princess, golden-eyed and sharp-jawed, his human beauty betrayed by the fire that sometimes licked beneath his skin. He looked every bit the heir of kings—until the veins beneath his flesh glowed red like molten cracks in stone. Selene Bloodveil, his daughter with Snowball, pale and ageless, her eyes shimmering crimson even in daylight. She never walked—she glided, like the moonlight itself bent to her command. Her laugh was sweet, but it carried hunger; men followed her like moths, never returning home.
The Palace had tried to hide the children. But no cage could hold them.
At ten years old, Lucian had burned through his tutors' chambers, leaving nothing but ash. At twelve, Selene drained the life of a noble who had dared to strike her, whispering "Watashi wa akachan ja nai…" (私は赤ちゃんじゃない — "I am no child").
By fifteen, they were untouchable.
One night, in the royal banquet hall, the King himself sat uneasy as the twins walked side by side.
Lucian's steps thundered like drums, every knight watching his molten eyes.
Selene, in her velvet dress, smiled as her fangs peeked at the corners of her lips.
The King whispered to Kael:
"They will destroy us all. Your children are curses, Kael. You should have slain them at birth."
Kael's jaw tightened. He looked at his son's firelit gaze. At his daughter's seductive smile. And he whispered back:
"They are not curses, my King. They are my legacy."
That night, the Twins of Doom slipped into the city.
In the villages, Selene sat at the windows of lonely men, promising kisses sweeter than wine. By morning, their corpses were pale and smiling. In the barracks, Lucian challenged soldiers twice his age, his fists breaking steel, his blood burning brighter than torches.
And Kael… watched. Torn between pride and horror.
Snowball appeared in the alleyways to see her daughter blossom—licking her lips when Selene played with her prey. The Princess, locked in her tower, wept for the son she could no longer control.
Then came the prophecy:
"When fire and moonlight unite, the gates of hell will break, and the city of Asterium will drown in blood."
The priests spoke it. The people trembled.
And the Twins smiled.
For the first time, Lucian and Selene held hands, and the earth itself quaked.
Chapter 50 – The Coronation of Blood and Fire
The Coronation
The great bells of Asterium rang across the city. Every soul, from beggar to noble, crowded the plaza before the palace gates.
Upon the balcony, Kael stood like a shadow of his former self—towering, weary, but still feared. At his sides were the two women who had shaped the dynasty: the Princess in her scarlet gown and crown, and Snowball in her black silks, smiling with fangs half-hidden.
And between them, the Twins of Doom emerged.
Lucian Kaelthorn, clad in armor of black-gold, his molten veins glowing faintly beneath his pale skin.
Selene Bloodveil, robed in moonlight, her crimson eyes gleaming, her lips painted red as blood.
The crowd gasped as the siblings stepped forward, hand in hand.
Kael's voice boomed:
"Behold—the heirs of fire and fang. The future of this kingdom."
But Selene whispered in Japanese under her breath, her voice dripping like honey:
「いいえ,父…未来じゃない.今よ.」
("No, father… not the future. The present.")
Lucian smirked. And together, they raised their hands.
The First Massacre
The air turned to fire.
Lucian's veins erupted with molten glow, his roar shaking the plaza. The very stones beneath the people's feet cracked, flames bursting forth. Soldiers tried to shield the crowd, but their armor melted in moments.
Selene glided down the balcony steps, her laughter soft, sweet, deadly. She touched the cheek of a nobleman, kissed his lips—then drained him before all could see. Blood spilled across the marble, and she licked her crimson smile.
Panic erupted. Mothers clutched children, priests screamed prayers.
Lucian raised his blade. Selene spread her arms.
And in unison, they declared:
"Kneel—or bleed."
Thousands dropped in terror. Those who fled were torn apart by fire and fang. The coronation became a massacre, the plaza awash in flame and blood.
The Aftermath
By nightfall, the city belonged to them.
Lucian sat upon the blackened throne, his golden eyes burning with triumph.
Selene curled beside him, her lips redder than ever, her fangs glinting in torchlight.
The Princess wept in silence, clutching her crown.
Snowball laughed softly, whispering: "Ahh… my beautiful children."
And Kael? He stood in shadow, torn between pride and horror, knowing that his dynasty had already outgrown him.
The world outside the city trembled, for the prophecy was fulfilled:
"When fire and moonlight unite, kingdoms shall drown in blood."
And now, the Twins of Doom reigned.
Chapter 51 – Fire Beyond the Walls, Fang Beneath the Veil
Lucian's Conquests
The city of Asterium could no longer contain Lucian Kaelthorn's hunger. At seventeen, he marched beyond the walls with an army of thirty thousand.
Rebel lords tried to stand against him. Priests called him an abomination. Kings sent champions to duel him.
None returned.
Lucian's molten veins glowed brighter with every victory. He carved his name into fortresses, burned banners into ash, and left villages kneeling in his wake.
The world began to call him not merely a prince, but The Crown of Fire.
Selene's Cult of Blood
While her brother bathed the world in flame, Selene Bloodveil moved like smoke through the kingdoms.
She did not march with armies—she seduced them.
Nobles invited her into their courts, enchanted by her beauty. They never knew she drank their servants at night, whispering promises of eternity.
Her cult spread like a disease—women painting their lips red in her honor, men carving moon symbols into their flesh. They called her The Moon Fang, their goddess of eternal night.
Whole towns bent to her without a single sword raised.
The Reunion of Twins
Months later, Lucian returned from conquest, his armor scorched black, his golden eyes blazing brighter than ever.
Selene was waiting in the throne room, lounging lazily across the steps of his seat, a crimson smile curving her lips.
"You've brought me fire," she purred.
"And you've brought me worship," he answered.
They circled one another, power crackling in the air. Then they embraced, hand in hand, crown and fang united once more.
The Forbidden Bond
At night, whispers spread through the palace.
The twins were inseparable—more than siblings, less than lovers, something darker, something older.
They walked hand in hand through the city, blood and fire in their wake. They dined together, laughed together, and when they leaned close, the air itself seemed to shiver.
The Princess wept in silence, praying her son would return to humanity.
Snowball only smirked, whispering, "Why not let them be? They are perfect."
Kael, towering in the shadows, clenched his fists, torn between duty and the twisted pride of a father.
The Prophecy Expands
The priests cried in terror:
"Fire spreads across the earth. Moonlight swallows the night. When the Crown of Fire and the Fang of the Moon embrace, the gods themselves will fall."
And already, gods seemed silent.