She lived peacefully for three years. In the cathedral. With you. She prayed every day. Her 40-centimeter feet, marked with the Scythe Cross, glowed in the sun every day. Her 1.2-kilogram Crown of Seven Gifts—with seven colors: red, orange, yellow, emerald, cyan, blue, and violet, plus a red Scythe Cross on top—glowed every day.

Then Count Black returned. Not as a human. As a shadow.

He hadn’t given up during those three years. He found the book—*Liber Sanguinis Noctis*—the book her father, the black magician, had written. It said: The Heart of Chaos was not created out of hatred. It was created out of blood. Out of the First Blood. The blood of the Tribe of Darkness, which has survived since Noah.

The blood lay in a vial beneath Bleck Castle. Sealed with a golden cross. Count Black opened it. He drank it.

He did not become immortal. He became nothing. Mist. A virus.

And that mist—that virus—traveled through the air. 1,000 km to her cathedral. On a stormy night. 3:33 a.m. Exactly on her 25th birthday.

She stood at the window. Praying. Hundreds of candles lit. Bats outside because of the storm. Lightning struck.

The mist came through the window. It smelled of iron and incense. It entered her lungs. Into her heart.

Her ONE AND ONLY white 15-cm Pure Heart with a Scythe Cross—the one you gave her—turned red. Faceted crystal. Red. With the dark Scythe Cross still on it.

She fell. Not dead. Transformation. Seven days of fever. Her golden-blonde hair became wilder, more voluminous in the storm. Her Bright Deep Blue Sapphire eyes developed a faint red ring around them at night—only at night—during the day they were normally blue with golden flecks.

On the seventh day, she woke up. Her faceted butterfly wings were gone. Now she had wings that were black on the outside and red on the inside, four meters long. Her white royal mantle, which had rainbow satin on the inside, now had red satin on the outside with tattered edges—as in the reference image—and still featured rainbow satin on the inside along with 7 small golden crosses. Her dress—previously white with 33 golden crosses, a rainbow stripe, and Marian diamonds—was now black with the same 33 crosses, a rainbow stripe, and diamonds—but it remained sacred.

She stood up. Her 40-centimeter feet—with white rose anklets still in place—but her stigmata now glowed a dark red-gold instead of just gold. Not evil. Just... different.

She is not an evil vampire. She is a holy vampire. Sanguis Lux—Light-Blood.