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[Wicked vampire x ascetic nun, from hatred to love, equally matched, happy ending]
Lamia, the feared top assassin, is sinister and mysterious in the way she operates. Hated by both gods and ghosts, she is someone no one dares look in the eyes.
After an explosion, she awakens the System and becomes a noble vampire.
When she opens her eyes, her new body is in the middle of slaughtering humans. Of a family of four, only a little girl remains.
Looking at the freshly orphaned child, Lamia raises an eyebrow and decisively lifts her blade. If you don't pull out the roots, the weeds will grow back when spring comes.
[Ding! Congratulations, you've discovered the perfect blood meal!]
She bends close to the unconscious little girl, breathing in the fragrance of her cheek. Licking her lips, she gives a wicked smile.
You're pleasant enough to smell. I'll let you live a few more days.
Lamia likes a drink now and then, and she comes up with all sorts of ways to get something good to drink.
She wants salty liquor, so she makes the little girl cry.
She wants Maotai, so she makes the little girl cry in anger.
She wants sour liquor, absinthe, or a cocktail, so she hurts the little girl badly.
The woman swirls the crimson liquid. Its fragrance is intoxicating, and a satisfied smile curls her lips.
"Tsk, tsk! The taste of hatred! It's the very water of life! Absolutely intoxicating!"
Until one day, Lamia suddenly wants something sweet to drink.
She looks at the little girl's bitter, resentful face and starts to worry. How can she make the girl sweet?
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Hedwig, the most devout ascetic nun in the eyes of the world, is calm and self-possessed, never showing joy or sorrow.
Everyone knows she turns toward the light and despises vampires, yet for the sake of all people, she offers herself to the tiger.
No one knows that she tosses and turns every night, thinking of the day a demon slaughtered her family when she was eight.
She has the strongest spells, but cannot kill her enemy. For ten years, her hatred has been brewed into the bitterest, strongest liquor.
The demon takes a sip. "Hill, you're getting more and more delicious."
Later, the blood-sucking demon wraps her arms around Sister Hedwig's straight waist beneath her black robes, tosses aside the scripture in her hands, and lazily bares her fangs, leaving a trail of tiny bite marks on Sister Hedwig's body.
"Hill, would you like to feel a little more pain?"
Sister Hedwig grabs the demon's bony, restless hand. She kisses its almost translucent back with lips that recite scripture every day, then uses the lips that chant the names of God to lick and bite the demon's slender fingers.
"It'll taste a little too sweet today."
"Turn me. Amen."
Theme: Forgiveness
