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Chapter 1 - The Night My Blood Died

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"You are not my brother."

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 π’˜π’†π’“π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 π’˜π’π’“π’…π’” 𝒉𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 π’‘π’π’–π’π’ˆπ’†π’… 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 π’•π’‰π’“π’π’–π’ˆπ’‰ π’Žπ’š π’”π’•π’π’Žπ’‚π’„π’‰.

The banquet hall of House Valemour was soaked in golden light and drunken laughter.

Goblets clinked. Harps played.

π‘Ίπ’π’Žπ’†π’˜π’‰π’†π’“π’† π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’…π’Šπ’”π’•π’‚π’π’„π’†, π’‡π’Šπ’“π’†π’˜π’π’“π’Œπ’” π’„π’“π’‚π’„π’Œπ’†π’… 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’”π’Œπ’š β€” 𝒂 π’„π’†π’π’†π’ƒπ’“π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝒐𝒇 𝑲𝒂𝒆𝒍'𝒔 π’„π’π’“π’π’π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’...

My brother. My executioner.

I staggered, blood rushing down my abdomen β€” dark and hot.

Red soaked through the silk of my ceremonial robes.

Not royal crimson,

but the pale gray of the "bloodless."

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 π’ˆπ’Šπ’—π’†π’ 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰π’π’–π’• π’Žπ’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’„.

π‘Ύπ’Šπ’•π’‰π’π’–π’• π’˜π’π’“π’•π’‰.

Behind me, the crowd parted like smoke.

Lords, priests, and courtiers turned their heads, refusing to look.

A few smirked.

This was not a murder.

This was a sacrifice.

> "My blood will never mix with yours," Kael said coldly.

"You should never have been born."

Then he wrenched the blade free.

I collapsed.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’Žπ’‚π’“π’ƒπ’π’† π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 π’Žπ’†.

I heard my mother weeping β€”

not out of sorrow...

but shame.

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 π’…π’†π’‡π’Šπ’π’†π’… 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’ƒπ’π’π’π’…π’π’Šπ’π’† π’ƒπ’š π’ƒπ’Šπ’“π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂 π’Žπ’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’„π’π’†π’”π’” 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅. 𝑴𝒆.

I gasped.

The blood kept coming.

So much blood.

Everything faded...

Thenβ€”

I heard it.

A whisper in the dark.

> "Drink, child. And rise."

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𝑰 π’˜π’π’Œπ’† π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’„π’“π’šπ’‘π’• 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆...

Where traitors and monsters are buried.

It was silent.

No heartbeat but mine.

No light, except the faint, red shimmer of a seal etched into stone.

I should have been dead.

Instead...

I was breathing.

And burning.

A pain coiled in my chest β€” not just from the wound,

but from something inside me.

Something awakening.

Then I saw it.

A figure in the shadows β€” wrapped in bone and ash, its eyes glowing like coals.

It smiled with teeth made of obsidian.

> "You've been cast aside by men who call themselves gods...

But I see you. I know what you are."

"You are hunger. You are vengeance. You are mine now."

The figure held out its hand.

A cup of blackened gold hovered in the air. Inside: blood β€” not red, but silver.

> "Drink. Take back what was stolen. Become the first Bloodthief in a thousand years."

My fingers moved before I could stop them.

I drank.

And screamed.

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It was not pain.

It was power.

π‘΄π’†π’Žπ’π’“π’Šπ’†π’” 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’Žπ’š π’π’˜π’ 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒅 π’Žπ’š π’Žπ’Šπ’π’….

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑰'𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 π’Šπ’π’•π’ π’Žπ’š π’”π’Œπ’Šπ’.

A thousand voices screamed and sang and begged inside me.

And through it all, one truth carved itself into my bones:

> I can take what others have.

Magic. Strength. Memory.

Their power... becomes mine.

But only through blood.

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I don't remember how I escaped the crypt.

Only the scent of burning flesh behind me.

And a single thought,

pounding like a war drum:

> "He stole my future. I'll take his kingdom."

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πŸ—’οΈ Author's Note: RRyu-san

𝑰𝒇 π’šπ’π’– π’˜π’†π’“π’† 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅... π’˜π’π’–π’π’… π’šπ’π’– π’“π’Šπ’”π’† 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’π’“π’π’… π’‡π’π’“π’ˆπ’†π’• π’šπ’π’–?

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