Crimson Servant

Opening her eyes, Vivian tried to move her arms and touch the cold iron bars. She tried to move her body away from the iron railing she was leaning on. The heat had been lost, and the physical contact with the cold metal made her feel cold.

The duel between Vivian and Morgan ended in a tragic defeat for the female vampire. Morgan carefully breaks each of Vivian's bones before the Queen throws the loser into prison. Vampires can use blood to heal themselves, which Morgan demonstrated during the battle, but this advantage did not change the outcome of the duel, but instead enabled Morgan to torture himself.

Morgan, wielding the Fairy Sword, toyed with the vampire, draining the last bit of blood from her body.

Vivian no longer had the strength to heal herself at this time, and even her blood-sucking impulse was suppressed in this extremely weak body. She couldn't remember how long she had maintained this position, her mind was dizzy and she lost her sense of time.

If Vivian's injuries were placed on an ordinary person, that person would have been sleeping in a coffin. But the vampire system stubbornly hangs on Vivian's life, making her feel the pain in her body, as well as the feeling of blood and temperature losing little by little.

It seems that she is not far from death, Vivian thought.

She wanted to change herself into a more comfortable position, so that at least her scalp would not stick to the iron bars when she died.

Cracked pale fingers climbed up the iron bars. Vivian's body gradually showed some inhuman characteristics due to blood loss. Her skin was like cracked porcelain. Her appearance must be ugly and ferocious at this time.

Maybe the other Vivian and Morgan didn't want to see themselves like this. Thinking of this, Vivian regained a little strength.

She succeeded.

Vivian pushed the iron railing lightly, and her kneeling body lost its balance and fell backwards. Vivian fell to the ground. The pain in the back of her head did not interrupt Vivian's inner happiness. She stared at the cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling and closed her eyes.

"Is anyone around?" A hoarse voice came from next door.

Only then did Vivian realize that she had a cellmate, and the sound of the back of her head hitting the ground just now told the other person the same thing.

Vivian didn't want to pay attention to it, but the sound became closer and closer, and finally turned into a knocking sound on the wall.

"Are you still there?" he asked again.

Vivian didn't respond, waiting for the other person to lose interest in talking, but she was disappointed.

The knocking stopped and was replaced by the sound of bricks being removed. The prisoner opposite removed two bricks that had long been loose, revealing a gap as big as the mouth of a bowl.

"Do you need help?"

Vivian's dark vision allowed her to discover the other party earlier.

He was an old man with wrinkled skin and gray hair. His eyes were glued to the gap, peering into Vivian's prison. When he noticed the vampire's gaze, the old man's long blue irises shrank in size, his tone was no longer urgent, and his eyes were full of curiosity like a young man.

"Are you okay kid."

The title of old man made Vivian feel funny. Her appearance was deceptive. If her true age was calculated, she might be several years older than this inmate.

"You seem to be injured. Unfortunately, I have lost my magic now and cannot heal your injury. If it were before..." The old man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's not talk about the past."

He changed the topic from himself to Vivian again.

"What's your name? Child, I thought I would be the last sinner to disobey Queen Morgan."

After Morgan obtained the Holy Word, she gained the love and following of the people. No one was willing to offend the laws and obligations she set, so this prison where criminals were held has been free of prisoners for a long time.

The old man said that he was the last sinner, and Vivian also understood his identity at this time.

He is the last believer mentioned by adventurers, a priest who represents the end of the old era and welcomes the changes of the new era.

The chapped face caused by blood loss prevented the old man from recognizing Vivian's appearance, and Vivian was spared the trouble of explaining that her appearance was similar to Morgan's. The old man had been kept alone in the prison for too long. It was as if this dungeon was built just for him alone, without even a jailer. The lonely old man showed special patience and gentleness towards Vivian.

"I need blood." This was the first thing Vivian said.

Vivian turned her head and stared directly at the old priest with her blood-red eyes, which made him feel cold in his hands and feet and he retreated under Vivian's eyes.

"...Why blood?"

"I am a vampire." Vivian was happy to see the fear in the old man's eyes. It seemed that he could understand what a vampire was. Vivian is in urgent need of blood to survive, but even so, she still does not intend to use coercion or deception to obtain the blood of another person. She took the initiative to reveal her identity to the old pastor and maintained her principles.

Even if she fails, Vivian can get the peace she wants.

Vivian's words made the old priest silent for a few minutes. She could feel that the old man was still outside the gap, and his breathing gradually became steady from the gap.

"Are you going to die?"

"Yes."

"Because there is no blood sucking?"

"Um."

The old man sighed and stretched out one of his arms through the opening.

"Come on, kid. Thanks for talking to me and letting me relive the experience of saving a life."

Vivian felt that her blood-sucking impulse was being awakened. She struggled and swung her arms to crawl over and came to the side of the hanging arms.

Vivian bared her vampire fangs and bit down.

Blood makes vampires feel like they are reborn. Vivian sucked hungrily, feeling the heat fill the gap, and her body regained strength in this warmth.

The urge to bite gradually revived, and Vivian could feel that the hunger and thirst in her body did not stop, but was further strengthened by the stimulation of blood. This hunger and thirst would not stop even if the old priest's blood was drained.

Vivian let go of her hand, took a few steps back and hid her body in the darkness of the corner. Her fangs were still sharp and shiny, as if her body was venting its dissatisfaction with not being full.

Vivian endured the discomfort, and her voice was forced out of her dry throat.

"Thanks."

The old priest withdrew his hand, and Vivian, with her keen senses, could hear his heavy breathing and the violent beating of his heart. He was very weak, and even Vivian's restrained blood-sucking made him a little overwhelmed.

"I once heard that being bitten by a vampire is a painless and enjoyable process. I knew those drunkards were talking nonsense." The old priest complained, wiping away his cold sweat.

Vivian laughed in agreement. Folk rumors can never compare to the real dangers of evil things. Most of the people who know the truth have died.

The old priest's voice came again.

"Child." The old man seemed unable to change his habit of speaking.

"Just call me Vivian."

"Well, Vivian, I have a heartfelt request. Are you willing to believe in a true God?"

Vivian was surprised that the priest started preaching at this time, or to a vampire.

Vivian accepted the help and had no intention of refusing. She was willing to help fulfill the old man's wish regardless of the circumstances. Vivian did not answer, but used a short tone of voice to signal the old man to continue speaking.

"The god of ritual sacrifice, the eternal white flame, the sacrificer, Seclonfas."