Lin Zhou, a sacrificial offering of the Church, was abducted by Alva, a vampire prince, and a forced entanglement began. He was a pure and spotless saint, yet beneath a blood moon in the underground canals, he glimpsed cracks in his faith. Alva was a vampire who had lived for a thousand years, yet somehow fell sincerely for this unexpected ray of light.
The fangs in the serpent’s lair, altered scriptures, a baby blooming from someone’s chest... As layers of bloody conspiracy are exposed, are they prey tearing into each other, or the only salvation either of them has?
Blood vines coil around the cross, and candle flames flicker in the underground canals. This struggle, which began with coercion, will finally be decided in the morning light: will they sink into a blood-red pact, or will a flower called “love” bloom in the cracks?
Let’s leave the cover as it is for now. I’ll find time to change it later. I might forget.
