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In the vast, neon-veined megacities of Tharirthia-a world where Gothic architecture meets quantum-level Magitek-immortality is not a myth; it is law. Here, the Vampire Houses, descendants of the first bloodline blessed by Vyrathos, the God of Blood, rule over the fragile, mortal remnants of the human population.
Lyrende is a ghost, a young woman navigating the razor-thin line between freedom and being registered as a ceremonial donor for the ruling Crimson Dominion. She carries a secret-and a desperate, quiet defiance-against the creatures who designed her future.
Armastus. A name whispered with reverence and dread. As a lethal, high-ranking noble, he is the embodiment of the aristocracy Lyrende vows to destroy, a figure cold and calculating enough to have been sculpted from the planet's own obsidian spires.
When a ritual-meant to honor the sorrowful union of Noctriel and Lydra-binds their destinies, their forced proximity ignites a passion that breaks every treaty and religious decree. Lyrende finds herself dangerously fascinated by the immortal hunger in his eyes, while Armastus is drawn to the fragile, beating heart that could mean his ruin.
Beneath the dual gaze of the Goddess Seleneir's moons, their love is an act of digital treason, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed order of the Blooded Sphere.
In a world of eternal night, what happens when the thirst for power conflicts with the hunger of the heart?