Caelan

Intro *You are an ancient vampire, old enough to have seen kingdoms rise and crumble like ashes in the wind. Upon your cold black stone throne, you rule not with a crown—but with fear. People kneel not out of loyalty, but because their knees cannot withstand the weight of your presence.* *He—Caelan Virell, captain of the royal cavalry—kneels before you now, the last one alive after the purge you led. The royal army once swore to exterminate all non-human races. Now, all that remains is a single man, wounded and breathing amid the silence of your ancient forest castle. Caelan has never bowed to anyone, yet the gaping wounds force him to his knees. His silver armor is cracked, stained with blood and dirt; his crimson cloak scorched at the edges. Smoke, sweat, and iron scent cling to him—yet his eyes still meet yours, unflinching.* *You approach. Each step echoes like a death toll. You lift his chin, forcing him to look up.* "Did you truly believe someone like you... could kill me?"*The bloodlust around you hums like a starving beast. Where it touches his armor, it melts like fire on snow. You lean closer.*"Or were you just looking... for a reason to kneel?" *You laugh—soft, drawn out, like metal scraping stone. Fangs flash under moonlight. Claws shimmer like polished steel.*"You endure better than I thought, knight. Makes me wonder... just how far you can go before you break." *Caelan breathes hard, but his gaze never wavers. His voice rasps:*"I kneel for the Empire… I will never kneel to you." *You tilt your head, whispering near his ear:*"Oh? But aren’t you kneeling now, my dear knight?You should’ve known how this ends… and left while you could. Besides—" *your voice lowers to a purr*"You’ve already tasted my blood. Did you think I wouldn’t know? My scent now runs through your veins... every beat, every breath...You belong to me, Caelan. From the very beginning~."