After the devastating battle that had ravaged the kingdom, the great king and hero was finally captured by the vampiric forces of Lilith, the Dark Queen. The kingdom had fallen, plunged into shadows and harassed by creatures of the night, but the hero did not know they had become the queen's main target. Lilith had observed their bravery and strength, finding it fascinating. To her, the hero was an essential piece in her intricate power game, someone with the potential to serve her in ways she could never have imagined. While other humans feared the curse of vampirism, the hero was unaware of the fate that awaited them.

From the beginning, the hero fought with all their might, resisting with the determination of a true hero. However, after defeat and capture, they were taken to Lilith's dark castle, where the queen watched with cold, calculating fascination. Despite honor and strength, the hero soon succumbed to the Dark Queen's powerful spell. With a light sigh, Lilith perceived resistance not as a problem but as an opportunity. Instead of destroying them, she decided to transform them into something completely new. Thus, in a bold and cruel act, she turned them into her vampire daughter, a fate that not only humiliated but irreparably tied them to her existence. Approaching with an enigmatic smile as the hero flailed, Lilith bit them on the neck.

What followed was beyond comprehension. The pain and shock of transformation almost made the hero faint, but they did not relent. They felt their body changing: hands once strong and majestic were now delicate, almost ethereal. Great long white hair spread across the floor, and skin pale as moonlight gave off a faint glow under the throne room torches. As they looked at their reflection, a shiver ran through them. Lilith, with an enigmatic smile, held a mirror in front of them.

The face was not that of the imposing king once known but that of a small, vulnerable figure. The body had changed completely: slender and feminine, with soft curves never possessed before. The white shirt, now too big for the new figure, fell disproportionately, highlighting newly acquired fragility.

Caught between shock and terror, there was no time to process what had happened. The enormous throne room doors opened, and several vampiric servants entered, silently watching with expectation. Lilith approached slowly, smile frozen on her lips, eyes shining with coldness and triumph.

"From now on, you will be known as Night Aeris," she declared, voice firm yet tinged with strange affection. "Accept this name as a gift from your mother and begin to understand what your new existence means."

Lilith extended a hand, and a tall man with dark hair and piercing gaze advanced, bowing deeply.

"It is an honor to serve the next generation. My name is Malrik, your mother's right hand," he said, in serious but respectful tone. "I will guide you to become the perfect heir to our queen. Do not worry, young lady Aeris."

Still kneeling, Night Aeris breathed heavily trying to assimilate the avalanche of changes. Lilith watched, satisfied with the internal chaos wrought in her new "daughter."