Lucifer's Vampire Queen

The low chanting of Bethnael fills the air, resonating with an antiquated incantation. A shuddering fear grips the soul, etching itself deep within. "Shapes that lurk in the darkness of the night, sprites that cry under the moon, respond to the wrath within me, and be transformed into an everlasting cage that will bury the foolish beings before me in endless darkness." Dark, heavy clouds swept the sky, the last remaining rays of the setting sun were swallowed up, and great darkness gathered in the atmosphere, creating a terrifying and tense atmosphere oppressive to the point of despair. The cold astral wind hangs over relentlessly, and the long silver hair stained with blood flies in the air. I weakly tilted my head back, some of my hair sticking to my pale cheeks. A tear of blood slipped from the corner of my eyes; scarlet colors stained my blurred vision. A sharp blade slashed through my chest, and I had gruesome wounds all over my body that were deep enough to see through to the bones. In the case of excessive blood loss, the vampire's extreme recovery power was also difficult to support. Coughing up another mouthful of blood, blood crimsoning on my white dress, I gasped with difficulty. "Natalie..." I gasped loudly as I sadly gazed at my sister, whom Bethnael, the fallen angel, had taken control of. Using the last of my strength, I braced my bruised and battered body, barely standing. I am a noble vampire, and I must maintain the pride of my race even at the last moment. I straightened my spine to face my enemy head-on, with no fear or trepidation but a hint of resignation. "I'm sorry, Selwyn. I'm sorry, Alistair. Please forgive me for my final caprice." As Bethnael's powerful and eerie magic struck, the golden magic shield shattered into pieces in the air, and the endless darkness swallowed me mercilessly with a bone-chilling coldness like the waters of late winter. At the end of my life, I saw a round of long-lost b****y moon hanging high in the night sky, but I never expected that it was to witness my death. A hundred years later... The sharp knife cut through the finger, and a drop of blood dripped onto the floor. The sweet scent of blood haloed in the air, awakening the long-drawn magic array, and the inverse pentagram array for summoning reflected a demonic, dark red light. Mia licked her injured finger and excitedly said inwardly, "Selena, the summoning is going well." Mia's excited voice came from all around me, causing my eyes to snap open. Looking around the room warily, I saw that the familiar layout of the room I had lived in for over a decade was still in my sight. I breathed a small sigh of relief. I was still in the suitable space in Mia's mind. Lying on my back, I tiredly covered my forehead with my hand. I was dreaming of the scenario before my death again just now, and I couldn't shake the nightmare until I heard Mia's voice. Taking a light breath and rolling over to sit up, I left the comfort of the large bed. With the pure white nightgown hanging down softly, I walked barefoot towards the wall's 'Dantharin' mirror, a circular mirror through which I could see outside and share Mia's vision as well as her hearing. I looked into the mirror and saw the magic array for summoning glow red and a large amount of black mist rising. Mia held her breath and stared intently at the center of the magic array. I also concentrated on the image reflected in the circular mirror. The summoning of a demon was extraordinarily challenging and required no room for error. Holding her excitement and nervousness, Mia said with hidden anticipation, "Selena, what kind of evil creature do you think I'll summon? Will it be the demon with a goat head or the devil with wings and tails?" Listening to Mia's excited tone, even if I couldn't see it, I could imagine her eyes flashing with light. I couldn't help but smile lightly and say, "That's unclear. Let's wait and see." The black fog gradually dissipated, the demon descended, and the extinction pressure pushed straight ahead. With the power of destruction and the overbearing aura of the sky, the weak from the bottom of the heart could not be suppressed from trembling. A cello-like, melodious male voice from the magic array sounded at this moment, and black fog densely blurred his figure. The demon whispered a light smile, and Mia frowned uneasily. Suddenly, Mia heard the demon say, "Selwyn, the milk is finished; another cup, please!" A slightly petulant tone was matched with a fox-like smile. The stark contrast with her previous imagination stunned Mia. Oh my god, is this a demon? If it wasn't for this demon's powerful aura just now, she might have thought she had summoned the wrong one! Mia felt that the demon in front of her was like a giant fox, happily sweeping its big fluffy tail around on the ground. The black mist cleared, and a short-haired man with a porcelain cup in his hand was sitting in an armchair in a gorgeous dark red gilded color. The demon has deep and extravagant dark purple hair, an excessively delicate and slightly evil face, flawless skin, and perfect features. He slightly squinted a pair of slender eyes and sexy thin lips slightly upward, with a kind of compulsion flavor. This was the bloodthirsty demon from hell. "Is this really that fearful and trembling demon? His words and smiling expression seem somewhat at odds with his surrounding aura." Listening to Mia's mumbling, I looked at the demon with a tinge of doubt. The demon, who hadn't gotten a reply from his boyfriend for a long time, opened his eyes in dissatisfaction. His narrow and demonic, bright golden eyes swept slightly, and after meeting Mia's eyes, he unnaturally paused. This is... human? And where's my boyfriend, Selwyn? He looked around quickly, realizing what was happening now. Damn. He had been summoned. The demon narrowed his eyes dangerously, seething with contempt. There was nothing he hated more than being summoned! The demon, who appeared frivolous, glanced up and said, "Human, you know, summoning me needs to pay an extremely high price. If your offer cannot satisfy me. Only death is waiting for..."The demon's words suddenly stopped unnaturally. His golden eyes flickered slightly and then hooked his lips to deepen the smile, looking playfully at the little human girl in front of him who had summoned him. "Oh? A summoner harboring two souls in her body is interesting." "Se, Selena..." Mia's worried voice came: "This demon looks so dangerous. One second ago, he was pampering someone named Selwyn, and the next..." I didn't hear what Mia said afterward. Instead, my thoughts were perplexed as I looked at the figure of that demon reflected in the 'Dantharin' mirror. At a glance, I could tell he was an extremely high-ranking demon that Mia, a rookie, couldn't possibly summon. Also, the name he just mentioned caught my breath in my throat. Selwyn? "Is it him, Selwyn?" I softly murmured this name, long sunk in the depths of my memory. The wise, handsome man appeared in my mind. Selwyn, my dear cousin. He must have hated to see me as I am now, such a fragile and lonely broken soul, only able to live by the power of the human soul. Mia felt my momentary silence and depression. She inquired, "Selena, are you okay?" I struggled a lot inside, knowing that my willful self had no face to see Selwyn, Alistair, and the others again. Still, I couldn't allow myself to let go of this chance that might get me out of this damn residual soul state. After all, I still wanted to return to my hometown and see my family and close friends again. I have to admit my mistake to Selwyn in person. I don't need to think about it to know he must have been furious then. Afterward, I took a deep breath and pursed my lips. "Mia, please let me borrow your body. I need to talk to that demon." "Hmm? Okay, then I'll go take a nap." Mia agreed with alacrity. The demon looked at the human in front of him, whose aura had shifted entirely, and knew it was a different soul. He smirked, "Do you have something to say to me, or are you just wasting my time?" I looked up at him and slowly said his name, "Mr. Mammon." "Oh? You know me? You're not human, so what race are you?" Mammon's eyes, with a smile, had an extra hint of deep inquiry. Instead of answering his question, I asked, "The Selwyn you speak of is Selwyn Louis?" At that, the fox-like smile on his face disappeared, and his voice was cold. "Who are you?" I looked him straight in the eye and said in a deep voice, "My name is Selena Cosslett, a vampire from Sera." Mammon was only slightly stunned. With quick thinking, the demon decisively retrieved the crystal communicator from his storage ring and initiated contact with someone. Soon, the crystal lit up with a shimmering light, showing the call was in progress. "Hey, Selwyn. Quickly come to the Mortal Realm. I've got your sister!" Are you trying to kidnap me? A slightly sulky male voice lilted out, "Mammon, what brings you to the Mortal Realm suddenly? Also, are you questioning my intelligence? Lily is staying well in Sera (the world of vampires). How could she appear in the Mortal Realm?" Upon hearing this, Mammon smiled and said, "Not Lily Louis." "Hmm?" "She said her name was Selena Cosslett." After speaking, Mammon glanced at the now dimmed crystal communicator and couldn't suppress a chuckle. Selwyn always says he doesn't care, but look at his eagerness. Selena Cosslett was Selwyn's cousin, but people always felt that Selwyn treated her much better than his sister. It's been ninety years since Selena Cosslett died. So, is this her spirit? The demon thought to himself. At this time, I returned once again to the space in Mia's mind where the soul resides because I had exhausted my spiritual power. I opened up a small space there with my spiritual power, worked on it a little, and used it as my bedroom. I went back there and then once again went into a deep sleep.