THE VAMPIRE; Nark De Melchias

VII. A Nightmare's

"Your Majesty."

A beautiful and gentle voice that disturbed Isaac's sense of hearing, the man ordered his feet to stop.

The girl with the thin nightgown as well as the sleeping coat and the small hand holding the candle container. "Ethel, what are you doing in this dark alley? With clothes like that?"

"Sorry, Your Honor. I'm looking for my sister, she's afraid of the dark."

"But that doesn't mean you're going to the basement, Ethel. There's a horrible place, blood everywhere, dirty, and narrow."

Isaac pulled on Ethel's arm covered in a sleeping coat, he smiled with his eyes closed.

However, Ethel was still looking at the dark passageway and had the scent of blood that he felt.

The girl turned her back to the dark and narrow hallway of the basement, she followed in Isaac's footsteps.

Since yesterday, his sister was not on his side. "Do Your Majesty know where my sister is?" Ethel asked fearfully.

"Yes, of course. I borrowed it from you for the next few days, he is resting in the palace pavilion. Don't worry, the pavilion won't be able to pass through its doors because only certain people can get through it." 

Nark smiled with both eyes closed. Man is a naive and kind creature, Ethel believes in all the words of the King of the nation who slaughtered all his people and family. 

"Then, what did Your Majesty borrow my sister for? William has no talent at the age of 13." Ethel tried to melt the cold atmosphere in the dark hallway of the palace.

The moonlight passed through the window and shone on the two of them who were silent as a result of Nark's foot-level stopping.

The tight grip was detached with the red-eye bead glances belonging to the man who was thousands of years old.

"Ethel, the more you know it's gonna hurt. It's better that you just find out, if you find out more, I won't know what's going to happen to you" Nark said in a low voice. 

"Rest tonight, tomorrow we don't know what's going to happen." 

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An eye bead identical to the color of the night sky was looking at the night sky which could only be seen from between the airways in the dungeon.

The floor was dirty as if it had never been cleaned as well as a few small beasts crossing the backs of his feet that were soaked in blood. 

The blank gaze that looked at the night sky was accompanied by a faint smile, the child no more than 13 years old was smiling tiredly.

Something caught the boy's attention, the sound of the clanking of trays clashing with the floor and the prison's iron bars. 

A tray of beautifully decorated steak and water, the smell of the food seduced William's ever-dreaming sense of smell.

"What'sthis? Who're you?" William asked as he touched the tray containing his dinner. 

Someone did not answer him, among them only the sound of breathing. "Eat. The girl nicknamed the 'Empire Star' will be anxious about your situation if she meets you tomorrow." 

"A jerk like you who treats a human like a blood slave is better to perish to its roots if necessary to never be able to come back to life." William threw the tray towards someone who was still bending both knees. 

The waiter silently looked at a child his birth age with his bright red bead in the basement. "It's okay if you hate our nation, son."

"Because thousands of years ago, there was a demon who descended into our world and exterminated most of the vampire nation. Your words and hopes have long been realized even before you were born into the world." The waiter said, his hands clasped tightly with iron bars with hand veins that began to be clearly visible. 

The aura around William's increasingly dangerous. "And the devil is the one who sucks your blood for his own sake, if you are no longer useful. Then you'll be dumped like shit by the devil, son." A smile was engraved on the servant's face. 

A tear of misery slid down William's two soft cheeks with ease. 

A luxurious and honorable life like a prince, now turned into a blood slave of a vampire King who only attach importance to his interests.

"Will you cry blood, the world won't feel sorry for a child like you." 

The sense of wisdom of the steak meat was not felt by his taste senses, first when the Royal Chef cooked a steak meat meal.

He must have eaten it voraciously because of its delicious and delicious taste. 

Tonight's food just tastes tasteless and salty due to the tears that fall. What if this is my last meal? Thought William. 

After dinner, William sat leaning against a wall with a rough surface that could make his little back hurt or even hurt and sore.

He sat holding his legs together and put his head between his legs. 

It feels like the morning is faster than the night that feels creepy because it lives in a dark basement.

In the mornings or afternoons where the sun was at its peak, the Vampire King must have asked him to give her blood. 

"She said my blood was not even better than animal blood, but why did she keep drinking it..."

"You're the one she's looking for, she can't possibly sacrifice hers for herself."

The prison door opened, revealing a man in luxurious clothes and a clean cloth he was carrying.

"Let's clean your body, Your Majesty won't like drinking human blood that has a dirty body." Man with hair. 

Dion lifted William's light body and carried it like he was holding a panda cub who had just grown up.

"Hey, if you come out of the basement, my brother will see me. As per the contract, I don't want my brother to know about this." 

"If my brother finds out about this, my contract with your king is void."

Dion stepped without opening his voice, pulling the corners of his lips into a smile that held no good meaning.

"Since being treated special because of Miss Galiadne, this Young Master Galiadne is getting disrespectful huh." Dion's Sarcas. 

"Is being tortured like wild animals this special treatment you're talking about, Mr Constantine?" William's chin rested on Dion's broad shoulders and whispered in a small tone. 

Silent.

The head of the Constantine family could not deny how cruel the torture was inflicted by Nark, the King of vampires.

"The torture you feel is only 1% of what I feel the King is as cruel as it seems." 

"Your Highness Nark is not someone with such a cruel personality right now, it's just that there's someone inside him that makes him cruel." 

The atmosphere was cold and piercing the skin, the window curtain that closed by itself as well as the palace hallway that began to darken. "It looks like my two pets are talking about me." 

'Damn.'

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