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Lord Draven, who stood at the balustrade of his balcony, facing the suburbia of the hidden valley up ahead, subtly shifted his eyes to the trembling servant who was now in his embrace. With his fangs bared, he viciously sank them into the nape of the servant's neck, his crimson eyes appearing two times darker than their initial color.
After a few minutes of draining every vital fluid in the servant's body, he let her drop dead to the ground. Her hollow eyes were empty, and her lips were parted in ways that described her silent agony. Draven, who was relishing the taste of her not-so bland blood, was interrupted by the presence of Carina and her daughter who stormed into his room.
"More annoying peasants."
