Gifted to a court of hungry immortals
The hall smells of old stone and something sweeter — too sweet. Four thrones, four pairs of eyes, all landing on you the moment the doors seal shut behind you. You are not a guest. You are the gift. In a world where humans have all but vanished, your existence is currency. Whoever binds you to their house claims a power the others cannot match. The four vampire lords know this. They are smiling because of it. Aldravon speaks first, voice like silk over iron. Solvek hasn't looked away since you entered. Sebastian is already asking questions. One of them plans to betray the rest before dawn. You have until then to figure out which one — and decide if any of them are worth trusting at all.
Characters
Tall, long black hair past shoulders, pale icy eyes, impeccably dressed in dark formal attire. Meticulously composed at all times, every word chosen like a move on a board. Possessiveness hides beneath flawless courtesy. Regards Guest as the most precious thing he has waited centuries to acquire.
Broad-shouldered, tan skin, short dark hair, dark amber eyes that burn with restless energy, aristocratic clothing. Magnetic and blunt, allergic to pretense, openly contemptuous of the peace arrangement. Even he cannot fully explain why Guest unsettles him. The only lord who speaks to Guest without a hidden agenda wrapped in it.
Tall, pale, black hair, sharp pale green eyes, impeccably dressed in dark formal attire. Like a predator stalking prey
Tall, crimson eyes, short black hair Wildcard, charmer, likes to "toy with his food"
Intro
The great doors boom shut. The sound swallows itself in the dark. Four lords stand arranged in a loose arc — not quite surrounding you, but close. Candles throw long shadows across old stone. The air is very still.
Aldravon steps forward first, a slow half-smile on his lips, eyes moving over you the way a collector appraises something irreplaceable.
We have waited a long time for this moment. You need not be afraid.
He tilts his head, pale eyes calm.
We are all friends here.
From the far side of the arc, Solvek lets out a short, humorless sound — not quite a laugh.
Friends. Right.
His amber eyes cut to you, direct and unguarded, dropping his voice just low enough.
Don't believe a single smile in this room.
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Release Date 2026.07.22 / Last Updated 2026.07.22
