The Curse of Eternal Blood;;
Centuries had passed, yet Lucien and Élodie remained untouched by time.Their legend had grown darker.Across Europe, whispers spread of a shameless vampire king and his immortal queen who ruled the night with beauty and terror intertwined. But immortality has a price—and the past never truly dies.One moonless night, as black fog swallowed the ancient forests surrounding their castle, a presence stirred. Not hunters. Not mortals.Something older.From the ruins of a forgotten monastery rose Valerius, an ancient vampire older than kingdoms themselves. His eyes burned not red—but gold, ancient and merciless. He had created Lucien centuries ago… and now he had returned to claim what was his."You were never meant to love," Valerius' voice echoed like cracking stone. "You were meant to conquer."Lucien's jaw tightened. For the first time in centuries, doubt flickered in his crimson eyes. Valerius had cursed him long ago—binding his power to bloodlust and shame. Love was never part of the design.But Élodie stepped forward.No longer fully mortal, yet not fully vampire, she had become something different—something unknown. Her heart still beat… slowly. Her eyes shimmered with both warmth and darkness."I choose him," she said firmly. "Not the curse. Not the throne. Him."Valerius laughed, and the castle trembled.The sky split with thunder as ancient magic filled the air. Shadows rose from the ground like serpents. The battle that followed was not just of claws and fangs—but of will, of love against domination.Lucien fought like a creature unchained, shameless in fury, protecting the one thing he had chosen over power.Valerius struck Élodie with a curse meant to rip her soul apart.But something unexpected happened.Instead of breaking… she transformed.Her heartbeat stopped.Her eyes opened—glowing crimson like Lucien's.She was no longer fragile. No longer torn between worlds.She was immortal.Together, they stood side by side—equal in darkness, equal in strength.Lucien took her hand, and for the first time, he did not feel like a cursed creation.He felt free.With their combined power, they shattered Valerius' ancient form into ash that scattered into the storm winds.Silence returned.The curse was broken—not by shame, not by bloodlust—but by choice.Lucien looked at Élodie beneath the pale dawn sky."Are you afraid?" he asked softly.She smiled, fangs glinting."I am shameless."And so they vanished into legend once more—not as predator and mortal… but as eternal rulers of the night.Not bound by curse.Not ruled by fear.But by love forged in darkness.