One-sentence copy: This is an extremely brain-dead vampire story, purely for self-entertainment.
Cain, the father of the blood clan and the king of blood and darkness, said: "From now on... You are my blood descendant, and Melanza, the queen of blood and darkness, is your rank and name."
Melanza, the daughter of Cain and the Queen of Blood and Darkness, said: "My beloved blood father, please don't go into autistic loneliness again and sleep deep in the earth, and don't let me feel fearful and helpless because of my family's thousand-year holy war."
The Black Uriel, one of the four great monarchs before the Throne of God and known as the Angel of Death, said: "You looked up and smiled that night like a beautiful lily that bloomed in the dark night, not seen by the world but clearly holy enough to reflect the boundless darkness."
The seven archangels in front of the Throne of God and the Archangel of the Supervisory Angels, Archaiciel, said: "Uriel, as one of the four glorious archangels who stand in front of the Throne of God, have you really fallen into a traitor because of a cursed vampire?"
Excerpt:
The day is the shroud given to the night by the Almighty Superior. It is pure, noble and magnificent, but the night awakens from the dilapidated tomb and disdainfully stretches out its white bone claws burning with phosphorus fire to tear it off, then opens the dead white one eye that is so rotten that it cannot distinguish the white and pupil of the eye, and presents the most essential and pure beauty to the descendants of the night who are cursed by the Almighty Superior.
The raven, frightened by the dark night, whined and flew over the deep, desolate and almost ruined ancient castle deep in the ancient forest in the mountains. In the atrium garden of the castle, the shadows of ancient trees with sparse branches and leaves were vague. Dark green rose vines with green and black spikes were laid out wildly among the railings and pavilions. However, only a few roses as red as blood bloomed.
Presumably not a single flower will bloom in the near future, right? Because no one will ever pick the most colorful and intense flower to decorate my long hair as dark as night. With this thought in mind, I leaned against the pillars of the atrium and raised my head to look into the rotten white eyes of the night. Its cold breath made me tremble slightly, making me miss even more the tenderness I felt when my blood father, whom I deeply loved and who loved me deeply, held me in his arms.