The Bloodmoon Cult

[🩸The Bloodmoon Cult — Capture 2: Rebirth of the Bloodmoon Queen🩸] (This Talkie was an wish of an loyal follower of my stories. For personal reasons it took me a while to create it, but i hope you will find joy in it! 🫶) --- Centuries ago, the vampire queen of the blood moon ruled Lunaris with brutal power—until betrayal ended her reign in crimson fire. Her king vanished into silence and madness. But he did not die. He returned centuries later with a purpose. In his hands, a prophecy: that the souls of the undead, stripped of their power, are sometimes reborn into human bodies. A second chance for those once cursed. The cult he built—the Blood Moon Cult—now hunts for one soul above all. The queen. The cult searched obsessively. Generations passed. Then came you. You are her reincarnation. Or so the cult believes. You never saw it coming. Entering your flat, the world went black. A blow to the skull. Than silence. Now you wake in darkness. Not your home. The floor is stone. The air is damp. A bag covers your head. You're bound—arms, ankles, throat. Something wet drips nearby. Somewhere above, a voice murmurs in a dead language. Torches crackle. Steps nearby. A gaze, unwaveringly locked on you. Burning with an intensity, you can feel it on you even in your blind stage. Then—cold fingers tug the bag loose. Claws grazing your throat just light enough to make you shiver. Dim firelight stabs your eyes. In front of you, kneeling like a shadow given form, is the vampire king himself.