𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

四 | 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓

adulation (n.)
adoration. worship.
admiration. devotion.
reverence. favor.

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 」
𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓

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"So... this is the livestock with disgusting blood?" A female vampire spoke, she being perched on a throne a staircase above (Y/N) with a rather bored expression resting on her young features.

    She was extremely beautiful, especially compared to the many vampires that (Y/N) had already seen when having been yanked from sleep to be escorted to her large mansion, larger than all others, and forced to kneel. With long, rosy pink hair that she held in pigtails, striking red eyes, and an appearance looking like that of a preteen, one wouldn't expect her to be Queen.

But (Y/N) knew.

She knew exactly who she was.

Krul Tepes.

Third Progenitor and vampire Queen of Japan.

Lovely.

"Why hasn't she been killed yet if her blood is as revolting as claimed?" Krul spoke again, her lilting voice ringing across the grand hall as she crossed one leg over the other, her bell-shaped sleeves fluttering when she did so.

"Forgive us for not killing her immediately, Your Majesty," the male vampire stated, sweeping the white cloak of his uniform behind him as he bowed lowly. "We wanted to listen to earlier decrees to store as many food sources as we could, even when tasting this livestock's disgusting blood. We wouldn't have wanted to go back on an order you've given us. Please, again... forgive us."

"All this fuss over a mere human's life that is meaningless," Krul sighed, standing up and descending the marble steps to stop just in front of (Y/N), tilting the girl's her chin up as she did so. "Strange. Even with your claims of her vile blood, I cannot smell her at all."

"Yes, that's been noted," the female vampire nodded in understanding.

A moment of silence passed, a type of tension lingering in the air that made (Y/N) suck in a sharp breath. Unfortunately, before she could have a chance to steel herself, Krul bit into her neck, the pain quick like lightning however flashing all throughout her body as she could literally feel her blood being drained from the veins that held it, a silent scream ripping from her lips. But it was only a second before Krul had to step back, pure disgust riddling her beautiful appearance.

"Kill it," she scowled, wiping her bloodied mouth. "I can't believe you've let it live this long."

"What!?" (Y/N) gaped up at her, struggling in her binds at the thought of dying for a second time. "Please— Please don't kill me!"

"Silence, human," she thundered, making the girl shrivel into herself. "You should be thankful you were able to live this long. Most would not have been granted that mercy." Walking back up the steps to her throne and sitting back down, she flicked her fingers to the two vampires who had brought (Y/N) in and commanded, "Kill it."

   "Oh, Krul, don't you think you're being a bit too hasty, hm?" A thick, sugary sweet voice proclaimed, (Y/N) shivering at how close the sound was, her eyes then widening when sharp claws scraped over her throat. "This human is just a sweet little thing."

    (Y/N) trembled.

    I know that voice.

    Please, please don't be...

    "Ferid Bathory," Krul scowled, her eyes taking on a rather dangerous, murderous undertone upon seeing the other vampire. "What makes you think you can interfere with one of my edicts?"

    (Y/N) slowly turned her head when Ferid was silent, finding him towering about her with a rather smug smirk which he usually wore. He was tall, with long, tied up silver hair that brushed against the back of his white suit, it being rather different from his peers due to his status as the Seventh Progenitor. Sparkling red, diamond-shaped earrings could be seen glinting through his hair. A white cape that reached his lower back covered a decorative white shirt with rhombi intermittently dispersed along it that also frilled out into a cape that cut down the middle. A vampire insignia was also stitched onto his left shoulder, signifying his loyalty to Krul.

Or lack of.

(Y/N) flinched when Ferid met her eyes, a sense of dread overcoming her the longer she stared into his red, dead gaze. Such a gaze showed his cruelty, his sadism, and his remorseless attitude. In that moment, she wondered if he would be the one to kill her. Lowering her gaze, she tried to even her breathing and still the rapid beating of her heart. Ferid's eyes slit into dangerous shards as he looked down at her, straining his senses to sense her despite the fact that she was right in front of him, finding nothing but darkness.

It baffled him.

But more importantly, it made him curious.

It had been so long since his sense of boredom was ease, and wanted such curiosity stoked as long as it could before it burned out.

    "Is there a reason as to why you are here, Ferid?" Krul once again interrogated, letting her irritated gaze rove over his relaxed own.

"I was merely surprised when hearing that you let a livestock with filthy blood live for longer than a day," he smiled, the look almost wolfish in appearance. "I just had to put my work on hold so I could come and see for myself what makes this livestock in particular so special. I guess I was wrong... but perhaps I am not."

    "Put what on hold?" Krul grumbled, tapping a sharp fingernail against her the armrest of her chair. "You've been known only to drink the blood of livestocks against my orders. What work you do is minimal, at best."

"And?" He raised an amused brow.

    "And it's illegal," Krul growled. "There may be no evidence yet, and no human is talking, but I'll see you dead for it one way or another."

"I must say, it would be quite enjoyable to see blood spilt, even if it's my own by your hands, but that isn't the reason as to why I am here, my dear Queen," Ferid crooned, giving a low albeit mocking bow. "I merely came to offer you a leeway to your current problem." He gestured to (Y/N) still cowering on the floor, humming out, "I want that livestock. I mean, it has to be more hygienic than killing it, yes?"

Krul's eyes narrowed, yet she didn't look to be opposed to the idea.

(Y/N) felt her blood chill.

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