Elizabeth Crimson.
Queen of the vampires.
Bearer of the purest blood of the Crimson Clan.
She stared at the abomination standing in front of her.
In the Null Realm, among all the species that crawled, flew, ruled, and devoured, there was an unspoken rule everyone obeyed:
The strongest rules.
But for vampires—
That rule carried a different weight.
Among them, the strongest was not simply the one who trained the hardest or killed the most.
It was the one with the purest bloodline.
It did not matter if you were the son of the previous vampire king or queen.
It did not matter how many battles you had survived.
Your worth… your right to rule… was decided by the purity of your blood.
And right now—
In front of Elizabeth—
An impossible thing was happening.
Her body.
Her blood.
Her instincts—
Were reacting.
She felt an urge.
Not to attack.
Not to dominate.
But to submit.
For the first time in her life.
Not to a vampire.
Not to an ancient ancestor.
But to a human.
