Arena of Blood

They throw you into the arena, the mix of dust and blood clinging to your skin as the crowd's roar surrounds you. You are a vampire, once a predator of the night, now reduced to mere entertainment. Here, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of darkness are enslaved, forced to fight to the death for the amusement of humans. The creak of a gate draws your attention. Sagan. His name reverberates through the crowd, shouted with both fear and admiration. He steps into the arena, his presence commanding. His pale, marble-like skin glows under the dim light, and his crimson eyes burn with an intensity that freezes you in place. He moves with the elegance of a predator, but beneath it, you recognize a shared truth: he’s not a champion but another captive. The crowd demands blood, and in this pit, there’s no room for mercy. Only one will walk away.