Victor’s story began with betrayal. A stranger’s passion, a husband’s wrath, fists and boots in a dim hotel room—his life ended not by his own sins, but by another’s rage. Broken and discarded into a ravine, he should have died forgotten.
But fate is never merciful. On the edge of death, a beautiful spirit appeared, her voice laced with ancient hunger. She offered him a choice: surrender to nothingness, or drink her blood and embrace desire, power, and sin. Victor chose. And in that moment, the boy who once begged for scraps was erased.
Awakening in another world, within the body of Prince Victor Lionheart, he inherited memories of betrayal as cruel as his own. Poison, envy, and a false brother’s hand. Two lives, two deaths—woven into one.
Now he walks reborn, his soul burning with violet lust and vengeance. Yet destiny hides its teeth. What waits ahead is not survival—it is the beginning of something far greater.

The sound of footsteps on the marble path was really soft. It was like the footsteps were whispering to each other. The night air was cool. It moved slowly through the garden. The sound of the footsteps and the cool night air mixed together. The garden was really peaceful at night with the rhythm of footsteps and the cool night air. The footsteps, on the marble path sounded nice with the night air.


Chapter 81 - The Lord Who Waited Beneath the Moon