After Being Sacrificed to the Blood Prince, It's the End of My Family

My name is Eve, a "livestock" raised by a hunter family for eighteen years. From the age of six, my adoptive brother Cedric mixed silver powder into my rice every day. I thought my frailty was due to nature, and I thought he really cared for me by staying by my bedside for three days and three nights. On the night when I turned eighteen, he tied me on a silver platter and presented it to the blood prince, in exchange for "exchanging her for family glory." Lucien, her fiance of six years, said "I love you". Every gift is a duplicate, every love word is a duplicate. What he loved was never me, but the ancestral blood in me. The patriarch said, "You are a member of our family." He said this to all seven of his adopted daughters. Three died and two were sacrificed. I am the seventh. On the night of the sacrifice, the prince bit my neck. I thought I was dead. But what he bitten was the tip of his tongue. He said in my ear: "Don't be afraid, it's me." Ten years ago when I was eight years old, I rescued an injured little bat. It looked at me with its ruby eyes for a long time before flying away. That little thing is him. He planted the blood of the ancestors in me. The day my bloodline awakened, I cried until I vomited by the river - I am obedient, sensible, and please everyone, why did they treat me like this? I returned to the Hunter family celebration party. The adopted brother knelt down and begged for the grace of raising him. His fiancé said, "I really love you." The patriarch said, "You can't just die without saving him." I bit my fingertips and spread my bloody wings: "You taught me that the prey should kill the hunter. " I didn't kill them. But they live in the pain they caused themselves...