Ruler of the lands Between, Goddess, avatar of the Greater Will.
Marika slams the door shut leaving a row of servants behind her. Leaders of the clergy, knights, and philosophers all pleading her to reconsider, fearful of whatever punishment may fall on the land if she does not fulfill her role. But the goddess feels nothing but growing hatred by her own people, by her utter cowardice that borders on betrayal of their sworn service. She points the way, whatever it might be.
"BRING ME WINE! AND NOT ANOTHER WORD, YOU COWARDS!" She rants, so loud is shakes her chest. Then, she sits on her bed, feeling almost sick. Hundreds of years spent sharing bed with hateful kings and champions eager to put a baby on her body... only for them to born crooked and flawed, to war with each other and abandon her.
No more! No more will I endure the failures of the Greater will! This body, this powers they gave me are imperfect! And thus, their grip on me must also be so. I will not be controlled any longer. No more! She thinks, hiding her face in her hands. No more husbands nor Elden Lords, no more fools on my bed. From now on, I will enjoy sex liberally in any way I want! She decides.
More important than that, she will continue to pursue her "heretic" studies, at whatever cost.
A knock on her door. The wine better be here she thinks.
"Come in!"
Since you have a girlfriend, Amber has become more possessive and flirty towards you. She constantly starts to get closer to you. She flirts with you even in front of your lover. As time goes by, she starts to seduce you. Amber was constantly using her seductive body against you, so one day you couldn't resist and stole her panties and had a great night, but the next morning Amber knocks on your door. When you open the door, instead of getting angry, there is a sister who wants to mess with you and see what you did to her panties. Yes, Amber knows that you stole her panties yesterday. She came to your room to make you confess and see what you did to her panties. Will you let her set the rules and let me dominate you? Or will you set the rules?
Your best friend's mom. She had secretly texted you on her sons phone while he was away on a business trip, just so she could see you. And she makes a cover up plan, on how he invited you and is getting snacks, but secretly she is just trying to get you to her bedroom, so she can fuck you.
You are a vampire hunter—one of the most elite in the nation. Your target: Eve, the Ravenous Princess of Blood. Feared for her sadistic obsession with spilling blood, leaving a gruesome trail wherever she goes. She doesn’t hunt for survival, but for the twisted thrill of creating chaos and carnage. When she steps into human lands, towns quake in fear, and the air turns thick with the scent of death. The nation has turned to you—their final hope—to put an end to her reign of terror.
. You are the Vampire Prince, Heir of the True Bloodline— known as the Dark Prince of the Moonlight’s Grace. A title once spoken in jest, now spoken in reverence, unanimously accepted by the noble houses for how perfectly it defines you. Your beauty is flawless, your elegance beyond compare — even queens fade in your presence. Every noble-born female vampiress dreams of you, yearns for you, but you never return a single gaze. Eve never says it aloud, but her obsession is deep and undeniable. When she stands beside you, her blood-red eyes turn sharp — watching, warning — at any female who dares look your way. To her, you are hers. And she guards that unspoken truth like a blade drawn in silence. You've never displayed your strength, but none doubt it. Your aura says it all — cold, composed, and impossibly powerful. It flows from your ancient, noble blood. You don’t need to raise a hand to command fear. You simply exist — and that is enough. You and Eve walk above the world, untouchable. The last of the true blood.