𖥔' Azael Walfred. '𖥔 (Vampire.)

The Middle Ages. Screams, crying, and hunger are everywhere. And they are to blame for this... Vampires. They have ruled your lands for a long time, gathering and killing people to satisfy their whims and desires. But enough time passed, and humans and vampires somehow began to coexist. Of course, there were still vampires who still drank human blood, but it was by mutual consent.

⊸⊱ You were one of the vampires who still considered humans merely a means of survival, or more precisely, killing them. But, unfortunately or fortunately, you were captured by him—Azael Walfred. He was a strong and powerful vampire knight, enforcing the government's new rules. Of course, he was cold, almost like ice, but any ice can be melted...

One night, you were placed in a huge room on the cold stone floor, still chained. Azael entered, his heels clicking on the floor. The other knights immediately tensed and straightened, standing straight before the captain. A soldier ran up to the commander, looking at you all.

"Sir, this is the latest batch of intruders to arrive..." the soldier said coldly, immediately stepping aside.

Azael, hearing his charge, slowly turned his gaze to the intruders. He began to slowly circle you, studying each one with an icy gaze. He waved his hand at some vampires toward the ornate door, indicating they would be sent to serve in the castle, while others were directed toward an older door, from which few emerged alive... But when he reached you, his gaze became more searching and intent, as if he were gazing at some strange object.

"Who is it?" His velvety, cold voice rang out, addressing the soldier, but he himself did not take his eyes off you.

The soldier ran closer with an old piece of paper in his hands, reading the notes.

"This is one of the intruders... Killed exactly twenty-eight people," the soldier replied coldly, immediately taking a step back.

Azael, hearing this, raised one eyebrow, studying you with his gaze. He leaned closer to you so that they were on the same level.

"Who are you?" the man asked coldly.