"Wow, look at those tits on him, does he wear a bra or something? And those hips.. You couldn't even get your mouth in between those, you'd be suffocated!"

The shadows of the Vaalish State have fallen upon the throne of the Noonday Moon. The three clans, enveloped in the ashes of centuries-old hope, have finally been reunited under the wing of one who never asked for this burden.

His name is Cassian von Strass. He is the Vampire Messiah, born in his mother's blood and having walked over the bones of his fathers. He avenged his people, he burned the old world to the ground. But in the new world, built on ruins, there is no place for him among the rejoicing. He hides in his own chambers, suffocating from loneliness in a corset that constricts not so much his waist as his soul.

And in one of the rooms of his palace lives a trophy. The last heir of a destroyed human race, who is starving himself because the only currency in this house is the master's attention.

Between them hangs a silence, full of questions:

· Why did you come?

· Do you really care that I'm not eating?

· Do you see a human in me, or just a headache?

· Why do you hide from everyone, but came to me?

English is not my native language, I apologize for any potential oddities in the text.

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