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The official story was simple: Sanguine Bloodshed had stepped down from his role as CEO of Obsidian Mines due to "personal reasons." The media speculated, but the truth was known only to a select few.

Pyris Obsidian, as CEO of Obsidian Tech, had personally overseen the transition, ensuring that Sanguine was swiftly removed from his position before the public could question it. In his place, Pyris installed a loyal and capable successor who had the full confidence of House Obsidian.

The vampire community, however, was in turmoil. Quietly, in the dark corners of the empire, whispers circulated that Sanguine's dealings with the Dragon and Vampire Empires had been exposed. The royal families, fearing exposure, had immediately withdrawn their support.

Sanguine had been abandoned, left to fend for himself. Without his powerful backers, he was vulnerable.

As soon as the shares were transferred and the files sent, Pyris had already set the next phase of his plan into motion. Sanguine's downfall wasn't just about removing him from Obsidian Mines-it was about ensuring that the traitor paid the ultimate price for his betrayal.

Pyris had sent a message to the vampire royal family, revealing the full extent of Sanguine's corruption and double-dealing. Now that the vampires had severed ties with him, they would be looking to clean up their mess. Sanguine had become a liability to the Empire, and there was no place in vampire society for liabilities.

Petne Chaos had ensured that Sanguine would be hunted by his own kind.

But Petne Chaos had other plans. He would be the one to end Sanguine's life.

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It had been exactly one week since Sanguine stepped down, and now he was holed up in his mansion, utterly alone. His once-loyal guards had been recalled by the Vampire Empire, leaving him vulnerable. He had tried to make contact with the few allies he had left, but none returned his calls.

The panic was beginning to set in.

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The night air outside was thick and still, but inside the mansion, Sanguine paced anxiously. He had hired mercenaries to protect him, a feeble attempt to stave off the inevitable. They weren't enough to make him feel safe.

His thoughts raced, his nerves fraying as he played out every scenario in his head.

Would the Obsidian family retaliate? Would the vampires come for him? Or worse, had Petne Chaos lied?

The creaking of a floorboard behind him shattered the silence. Sanguine whirled around, heart pounding, but saw nothing in the darkness.

"Who's there?" he called out, his voice trembling.

For a moment, there was no answer. Then, from the shadowed corners of the room, a voice-cold and calculating-spoke.

"Did you really think I'd let you walk away, Sanguine?"

Sanguine's heart sank. He knew that voice. The voice of the shadow that had ruined him. Petne Chaos.

Panic surged through him as he scanned the darkened room. "No... No, you said... You said I'd be safe!"

A figure stepped forward from the shadows, cloaked in black, face hidden behind a mask that seemed to merge with the darkness itself.

Petne Chaos. He stood tall, calm, exuding a lethal aura that made the very air seem heavier.

"I said I'd erase the traces of your betrayal. I never said you'd walk away from this."

Sanguine staggered backward, eyes wide with terror. "Please! I did what you asked! I gave you the shares!"

Petne's voice was cold, unfeeling. "That was business. This... this is personal."

The air in the room shifted as another figure appeared beside Petne-Alera, the necromancer. Her presence was dark and foreboding, the very essence of death seemed to hang around her like a shroud. Her eyes gleamed with a sinister light as she regarded Sanguine with quiet contempt.

She moved with a lethal grace, the magic swirling around her in unseen waves.

"Alera," Petne said quietly, his gaze never leaving Sanguine, "it's time."

Alera smiled faintly, a dangerous glint in her eyes. She raised one hand, and from the darkness behind her, the sound of scraping metal filled the room. The shadows seemed to ripple and twist, and from them emerged a towering figure-the wyvern Alera had raised in the forest weeks ago.

Its once-majestic scales were now dulled and blackened by the touch of death, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light. The creature moved forward slowly, its claws clicking against the floor.

Sanguine's breath caught in his throat. "No..."

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Sanguine's eyes darted between Petne Chaos and Alera, his fear turning to rage as the reality of his situation set in. He was a Rank 12 Awakened, a vampire who had commanded respect and fear in equal measure. He wasn't going to die like this—not cowering before some masked assassin and a necromancer.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

His hands clenched into fists, and the air around him began to hum with energy. Sanguine's elemental affinity was blood, and as he called upon his power, the room seemed to warp and twist in response.

His crimson eyes blazed with fury as veins of blood erupted from his skin, coiling through the air like serpents, wrapping around the furniture and walls with terrifying speed.

"You think you can just waltz in here and kill me? I've bled for this empire!" Sanguine growled, his voice growing deeper, more primal. The blood tendrils expanded, thickening as they stretched toward Petne and Alera, their tips sharpened into deadly points.

Petne didn't move, his stance calm, as if he had anticipated this. Alera, however, smirked. "Good," she whispered, the necromantic energy around her swirling. "This will be more fun than I thought."

Sanguine roared as the blood tendrils lashed out at blinding speed, aiming to pierce Petne's chest. The vampire's power was terrifying—he could manipulate the very essence of his blood, turning it into a weapon more lethal than steel. His attacks were swift, brutal, and precise.

The living room around them trembled as his power manifested fully, walls cracking under the strain of the energy coursing through the mansion.

But Petne Chaos was ready.

With a swift motion, Petne shifted to the side, his movements fluid and calculated. The blood tendrils missed by mere inches, embedding themselves into the marble floor where he had been standing.

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