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20. Hungry
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2026-04-30 18:21:22His mother's voice, sharp as hidden steel: "Never trust them. Vampires are parasites draped in silk. They'll charm you, then gut you. You were born to resist, Cael. Born to fight."
Her hand at his nape in the manor's crypts, pushing him down as he struggled to look away from the staked corpse. "No, Caelum. Watch. This is what monsters deserve. You must learn to hate them, or they'll destroy us all."
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Godless Prince 23. "Face them directly. Witness the purge."
Velis stepped closer, his presence commanding absolute attention. When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of unquestionable authority."Hands behind your neck. Spine bowed. Knees apart."Caelum blinked through the lingering haze, struggling to process the command. "I—I can't—"A sharp crack split the air. The trainer's cane kissed his thigh in warning—a promise of what would come if he continued to resist."You will learn," Velis said, his tone flat and absolute. "Or bleed learning."The bridle was brought forward by one of the crimson-robed attendants—not a gag, but something designed specifically for humiliatio
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