Crafted To Kill 5 Bound By Hunger

​They survived the impossible, only to find they have traded one hell for another. The Void has a new master: The Marquis, an ancient Vampire King with a refined taste for power and a sadistic obsession with perfection. He doesn't just want to rule the void; he wants to own the most powerful entities within it.

​"A magnificent display, Serena," a voice whispered. It didn't come from the hallway; it sounded as if it were coming from inside her own skull. "Your blood is... vintage. But you've left your guests at the door. It's only polite to invite me in."
​From the shimmering mercury of the glass, the Marquis stepped out. He was dressed in tattered, high-collared regal robes that seemed to be woven from shadows. His eyes were twin voids, and as he stepped onto the floor, the wood beneath his boots turned to a dull, matte gray. He looked at Silas, who was still trapped halfway through the glass, his gold armor frozen mid-struggle. The Marquis reached out and gently tapped the surface. Silas winced, but he couldn't move.
​"The Vault," the Marquis murmured, a thin, cold smile touching his lips. "So sturdy. So stubborn. It's a shame to leave such a fine piece of art in the sand."
​He turned his gaze to Serena, ignoring the silver fire still glowing in her eyes. He reached into the folds of his cloak and produced a black crystal chalice filled with a swirling, silty liquid that looked like liquid midnight.
​"The Echos were a crude instrument, Serena. I apologize for the mess," the Marquis said, his voice smooth as silk over a grave. "But I've seen what you are. A sun in a world of dying candles. My kingdom is very dark, and very, very quiet. I find I am in need of a Queen to light the halls."
​Serena's jaw tightened, her Object thrumming with a warning she couldn't ignore. "I'm afraid you're going to have to find