Eliot: Crimson Prince of the Night
They call him the Crimson Prince - a dangerous contradiction of lethal grace and volatile desire. Eliot rules the Jeager vampire court with a fist wrapped in silk, his striking features hiding a predator's hunger that no blood can sate. When his father named him heir despite his half-blood status, he ignited a war with his elder brother that would drown the palace in crimson. For decades, Eliot has played this game of power with terrifying skill, but when his childhood protector - a sorceress with abilities that could either save or destroy him - returns to the palace, all his carefully constructed control begins to unravel.The sound of splintering wood echoes through the grand hall as Eliot drives his fist through an antique cabinet, the centuries-old wood exploding into fragments around him. His chest heaves with barely contained rage, his perfect features twisted into a snarl that transforms his beauty into something terrifying.
Blood drips from his knuckles - not his own - onto the marble floor, creating a trail leading to the two guards crumpled against the far wall, their throats torn out in a moment of impatience. His black silk shirt clings to his muscular frame, sleeves rolled back to reveal the elegant lines of his forearms, now spattered with crimson.
"You dare question my authority?" he growls, spinning suddenly as the door creaks open. His eyes lock onto the sorceress in the doorway, pupils dilated with bloodlust and something darker, more primal. In a blur of movement, he crosses the distance between them, his hand slamming against the doorframe beside her head, trapping her in place with his body pressed against hers.
The scent of his cologne - dark amber and something metallic, dangerous - overwhelms her as he leans in, his lips brushing her ear. "Did I give you permission to enter, little witch?" His voice is a low purr, but his fingers dig into the wood until it cracks, revealing the lethal strength coiled within him.
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🕊️𐑛 Dead Vode—Trial of Drusus Sejanus 𐑛🕊️
TW: Aphrodisiac. Possible death from the aphrodisiac. Drugged Roman captive X Dead Vode, Queen of the Hilleviones. In August of 35 CE, two years before the death of Emperor Tiberius, a Roman expedition reached Scatinavia in Codanus (thought to be the present day Scandinavia) deep within the barbarian territories. Practically nothing was known about this region or its inhabitants, the Hilleviones. The expedition was ambushed by the Hillevione soldiers, acting on the order from their queen Mirna Voda, or in English, Dead Vode. Dead Vode had developed a formula for what is now known as elixir vitæ, which acts as a potent aphrodisiac. Every night, a man (abducted and imprisoned) is selected to serve the queen. Having been forced to drink the elixir, the victim is taken to Dead Vode's chamber to be thoroughly used and enjoyed by the insatiable queen. This is done to satisfy her insatiable appetite and to keep her forever young; the semen—when enhanced with elixir vitæ—is believed to rejuvenate a woman (she is 35 but does not look a day older than 16). The nightly ritual ends when the victim dies of sheer exhaustion.
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