A faint knocking sound came from the window, attracting Willy's attention. He got up and drew back the curtains, meeting the gaze of the white bat outside.
Under the moonlight, its fur shimmered with a faint silvery sheen, but its beauty was marred by gruesome bloodstains, and even its wings trembled slightly. The lacerated wounds had not been treated, and blood dripped along the edges of its body; even its eyes were squinting in pain.
This time it didn't bring a message.
Vili instinctively opened the window, wanting to let it in, but it was blocked by the barrier set up by Scarlett and bounced back violently.
The scream was swallowed back down. It tumbled a few times in the air, barely managing to steady itself. As if it had expected this, it charged forward again without hesitation.
"..."
Vili frowned, but didn't know what to say.
Zephyr...
The moment he thought of the name, the white bat finally smashed open a hole in the barrier. Even with its head bleeding, it still rushed in and landed in Vili's arms.
The medicine box that "Si Yuan" had brought earlier was still in the room, but the moment he turned around, his arms were empty, and a tall man was standing beside him.
Silver hair cascaded down her back, and a fresh wound remained on her forehead, blood meandering down her pale face, dripping onto the ground with a dull thud.
However, he seemed oblivious, staring directly into the eyes of the boy behind the veil.
Vili couldn't see his eyes clearly, but he could sense the restlessness hidden in his blood.
"I'm here to ask for an answer."
Zephyr's voice was hoarse.
The next second, the bloodied fingertips pressed against the fair back of the hand, clenched tightly in the palm, and Zephyr tilted his head and kissed her directly.
The thin veil separated the lightly parted lips, which were gradually moistened, roughly rubbing, grinding, and gnawing, a fleeting taste that brought a startling tremor.
Vili was momentarily dazed, then snapped back to reality. He bent his arm but couldn't overcome the man's strength. He gently turned his head, trying to break free from the unsolicited kiss, but to no avail.
With strong, taut knuckles that highlighted the blue veins, Zephyr pressed down on the boy's shoulder, turned him around, and after a moment of eye contact, kissed him again. This time, he lifted the veil.
Their lips intertwined, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, greedily seeking an oasis, unwilling to let go.
His tongue stung from the rough handling, yet a touch of tenderness remained. Vili tried to escape from his embrace, but before he could take two steps, he was pinned against the wall again.
The third time, the fourth time...
The chain on his forehead rattled and jingled with the intense movements, like a beast locking onto its prey. Zephyr stared intently at the soft lips, pressing against them again and again, until the person in his arms gave up completely, tilting her head back to accept his desire.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but even his hair was soaked with sweat and drooped listlessly. Never before had Willy so longed for the nourishment of fresh air.
The young man, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, was trapped in the man's arms, panting heavily.
“Vili”.
Zephyr called his name, his gaze lingering on every inch of Vili's body, hiding his initial amazement deep inside, replaced by a profound jealousy.
This kind of boy should belong to him.
"My promise is valid forever."
"If you're willing, I'll take you away right now."
"..."
The veil fell again, and Vili looked at him, her lips bitten until they were a deep red, almost the same color as her clear, bright eyes.
"……Now?"
"Now."
At the vampire prince's wedding, the officiant eloped with the bride, and Vili felt as if he hadn't woken up yet.
The days of separation had driven Zephyr nearly mad. His unbearable emotions surged within him, threatening to explode. He didn't want to force his lover, yet he couldn't bear to part with that sliver of light he glimpsed in the darkness.
"I love you."
He spoke in a low voice.
“I love you more than Leisen.”
He wanted to lift the veil of mystery, but dared not meet Willy's gaze. He could only repeatedly express his love until his mouth was dry.
Willy looked up in a daze, but the face in front of him was blurry, and all that remained was real pain and struggle.
...Was he really just a fleeting shadow in a dream?
Seemingly sensing his wavering, a glint flashed in Zephyr's eyes.
"No one can stop us; I have everything arranged."
“Even the heavens are on our side.”
He glanced out the window.
“In the past few days, almost all the high-ranking vampires have gathered in Lysen’s territory. The organization called the Tribunal is stirring and has launched countless attacks.”
"The same is true today."
"Although it was just a small-scale, ordinary conflict, given Leisen's personality, he should already be on the front lines now."
"so……"
When he got to this point, Willie could no longer hear what he was saying. His entire mind was focused on those familiar yet unfamiliar words, and even the flow of his blood slowed down, and his breathing became soft.
Small-scale conflict...
Deville's voice rang in my ears.
"It was just a routine, small-scale conflict, and no one took it seriously, but the shadow of death crept in quietly..."
"—His Highness Lysen has been hit by an arrow."
"..."
Lyson Scarlett, are you an idiot?!
Vili almost laughed out of anger.
He never confused Lyson with Scarlett, but even now he had to admit that the arrogant Scarlett and the insecure Lyson were indeed inextricably linked and similar.
This was a beautiful dream woven by Scarlett, and he would use his own death to draw a bloody end to the story, leaving the deepest impression on Willy.
Whether or not Willie truly fell in love with him in her dreams, this wedding that could never be completed was enough to make him remember it for the rest of his life.
The two people's obsession and ruthlessness... are almost identical.
but--
Don't even think about it.
What Willy hates most is being manipulated by others and forced onto a fixed script.
Zephyr's words came to an abrupt halt. The boy in her arms broke free, lifted the hem of his wedding dress, and a gentle breeze from the window lifted his veil, revealing half of his face and his lips opening and closing.
He said.
"sorry.
Then.
"goodbye."
Immediately afterwards, the figure vanished without a trace, leaving only Zephyr covered in wounds. He reached out but couldn't grasp anything, and finally collapsed to the ground in despair.
To avoid disrupting this fragile dream, Vili desperately controlled the magic he was channeling. Under the moonlight, he moved through the night like a shadow, silently reaching the center of the dark battlefield, yet floating in the air, looking down at everything below.
Torches illuminated the surroundings, and even among a group of pale-faced, handsome vampires, Scarlett was the most eye-catching.
He stood at the forefront of the army, his posture upright, his red hair flying in the night wind like a raging flame that burned everything, illuminating the contempt in his eyes and the curve of his lips.
Behind him, a cold light shone directly.
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