The wooden beams splintered and cracked, falling into the room hidden underneath. He could hear the screech of female voices echo within the stone walls deep below him, falling silent when his feet left the floor and he descended into the hidden harem of vampires he had collected over the last century.
He smiled, his fangs glinting dangerously while he let his gaze caress over his garden of delights. Dozens of deadly beauties lay in wait for him, vying for his attentions with sultry expressions and body language; calling to him and the blood lust he harbored. He had protected them from the sun’s death, lavishing them with the comforts any vampire would kill for.
To Hyakuhei, they were nothing more than pretty pets to charm, pleasure, and feed occasionally. They had been hidden deep under
