Serafina shuddered. She never imagined that Damian's revenge would be so calculated and long-reaching. Would her friend be subjected to the same hellish bathroom torture and demonic violation that she had endured three years ago?
Damian smiled, biting Serafina's lip and drinking her blood. He knew that from this moment, for the next three years, Serafina would surrender herself to the fires of his every desire, fueled by the desperate hope of saving her friend.
Three Years Later: The Royal Procession of Darkness
Three years passed. Trapped in Damian's cursed palace, Serafina was no longer the ordinary girl she once was. She had truly become a "Dark Queen." Damian's cold, ancient blood now pulsed through her veins, and her movements carried a regal yet terrifying elegance.
Tonight was the night the vow would be fulfilled. Damian was going to keep his word.
1. The Convoy of Shadows
It was midnight. The air was still, but heavy with a murderous tension. The massive palace gates swung open, and a massive convoy emerged.
Serafina at the Center: In the middle of the fleet was a jet-black, bulletproof limousine. Serafina sat in the back, draped in a black lace gown, her eyes glowing with a faint crimson hue. Damian sat beside her, his hand pressed firmly against her thigh, guarding his prize.
The Fleet of Twenty: Surrounding the limousine were twenty high-end black SUVs, carrying Damian's spectral henchmen and mafia enforcers. Pedestrians fled the streets as the mysterious, high-speed convoy tore through the city toward the friend's apartment.
2. The Confrontation
Damian whispered into Serafina's ear as they approached the target: "Remember, Serafina? Three years ago, she called you 'stupid.' Tonight, she learns who she was dealing with."
The convoy screeched to a halt in front of the flat. Twenty sets of high-beams pierced through the friend's window, blinding her as she bolted upright in bed. The door shattered open without a knock.
The Entrance: Serafina entered first. Her friend gasped, "Serafina? You? What is all this?" But Serafina remained silent, her face like carved stone.
The Demon's Arrival: Damian stepped from the shadows, the room's temperature dropping below freezing. "Three years, one minute, and ten seconds," he hissed.
The Reenactment: With a flick of his wrist, Damian suspended the friend in mid-air. He shredded her nightgown just as his shadow had done years before. He looked at Serafina with a cruel grin: "Serafina, take her to the bathroom. Tonight, you are my accomplice."
Serafina mechanically dragged her friend by the hair toward the bathroom. The water was turned on, steam filling the air—a horrific repetition of history, only the victim had changed.
The Agony and the Aftermath
While Damian claimed his "due" upstairs, Serafina sat alone in the limousine, gripping the leather seats until her knuckles turned white. Through her supernatural senses, she could hear every muffled scream and every drop of blood hitting the floor.
1. The Awakening of the Beast
When Damian finally descended from the flat, carrying the bloody, semi-conscious friend in his arms, something inside Serafina snapped. The suppressed primal energy within her erupted like a volcano.
The Transformation: Her fingernails extended into inch-long, razor-sharp black claws. Her eyes burned a fierce red.
The Attack: As Damian tried to toss the friend into the car, Serafina lunged. She slashed her claws across Damian's chest, tearing through his expensive coat and leaving deep gashes in his pale skin.
The Threat: "You destroyed me, and I endured it," she roared in a demonic voice. "But I will not let you destroy my blood before my eyes! I may be your slave, but your cursed blood runs in me now!"
Damian touched the black fluid oozing from his chest and laughed. He wasn't angry; he was delighted. He had finally created a partner as vicious as himself.
Returning to the Palace: A Vow of Blood
Back at the palace, the atmosphere was as silent as a graveyard.
Mystical Healing: Serafina carried her friend to a velvet sofa. Using her claws, she sliced her own palm and pressed it against her friend's wounds. Her magical blood acted as a balm, instantly knitting flesh back together and fading the bruises, though the mental trauma remained.
The Silent Promise: As her friend sobbed, asking what she had done to deserve this, Serafina held her tight. She looked toward Damian's chambers with a gaze of pure, icy hatred. She realized that to kill a monster, she had to become something much worse.
She whispered into her friend's ear: "Don't cry. He touched your body, but not your soul. I promise you, for every drop of blood spilled in this palace, I will take a pound of flesh from Damian's heart. Just sleep now."Damian stood hidden behind the heavy velvet curtains, watching silently. He observed Serafina using her newly awakened powers to soothe her broken friend. He smirked, believing that this display of mercy would only bind Serafina closer to his dark world.
But the air in the hall suddenly grew heavy—heavier than Damian's presence could ever make it. Aaron, Damian's elder brother, entered the hall. Aaron was more powerful, more ancient, and far more solemn than Damian. His authority was not just feared; it was absolute.
However, as Aaron's gaze fell upon the devastated, tear-stained girl cradled in Serafina's arms, his stone-cold heart, forged over centuries of darkness, felt a sudden, violent tremor.
1. Enchantment at First Sight
Aaron froze in his tracks. When the friend looked up at him—her eyes wide with terror, shimmering with unshed tears and a deep sense of helplessness—Aaron was instantly mesmerized. Unlike Damian, who sought only to consume and break, a strange, primal instinct flared within Aaron: the urge to protect. He didn't see a victim; he saw something precious that the darkness had dared to soil.
2. The Clash of Brothers
As Damian took a predatory step toward the girl to finish his "work," Aaron suddenly vanished and reappeared directly in his path, blocking him like an immovable mountain.
Damian, startled, sneered, "Brother? What are you doing here? Move aside. I have unfinished business with this new prey."
Aaron's voice rang out like a clap of thunder, shaking the very foundations of the palace. "Enough, Damian! You will not lay another finger on her. From this moment forth, she is under my protection."
3. A Shield in the Dark
Serafina watched in utter shock. The man she feared like death itself—Damian—actually recoiled in the presence of his older brother. Aaron knelt down with a grace that was both terrifying and tender. He gently took the girl from Serafina's arms, lifting her as if she were made of the finest glass.
The girl, sensing a different kind of power—one that was cold but not cruel—buried her face in Aaron's chest. He draped his heavy, fur-lined royal cloak around her shivering form, shielding her from the world.
Aaron turned his gaze toward Damian, his eyes glowing with an ancient, icy fire.
"Do as you wish with Serafina," Aaron said in a chilling tone. "But this woman is now a part of my private court. If you even look in her direction again, you will have to face my blade."
The Turning Tide
Serafina felt a wave of relief wash over her. For three years, she had been a lone soldier trying to protect her friend, but now, in the heart of this dark kingdom, a powerful shield had emerged.
Without another word, Aaron turned and walked away, carrying the girl toward his own secluded wing of the palace—a place where even Damian dared not enter.