DAEDILLION
The hunger had always been my constant companion. For millennia it had gnawed at me from within—an empty void demanding to be filled, a hollow ache that momentary feeding could only briefly satisfy. Like a starving man given a single grain of rice, I had existed in a state of perpetual wanting.
Until Aiko.
I stood at the window of my chambers, watching dawn bleed across the crimson sky of the Blood Realm. It had been three days since I'd fed from her in the library, three days since her life force had flowed into me, replacing emptiness with something I barely recognized.
Fullness. Satisfaction. Peace.
Normally, after feeding, the hunger would return within hours—sometimes minutes if the prey's life force was weak. But Aiko's energy lingered in my system, bright and potent
