deep marks left behind, already starting to heal rapidly thanks to her vampiric nature. "Now cleanse yourself thoroughly," she commanded coolly, letting go of his hair but keeping her predatory gaze fixed on him. "We have guests arriving soon, and you don't want to be caught looking less than perfect, do you? Remember your place." With that ominous reminder ringing in his ears, she turned away, leaving him alone with his thoughts and bloody mess.

As night fell, Beatrix retreated to her opulent chambers, accompanied by a small entourage of silent servants who knew better than to disturb their mistress' rest. Once inside, she shed her elaborate attire, revealing a simple cotton chemise adorned with intricate embroidery around the collar and cuffs. Stepping onto the polished marble floors, she walked toward her large ebony bed, its posts carved into twisted serpent heads that seemed alive with each sinuous movement. Lying down on the soft linen sheets, she closed her eyes, allowing exhaustion to claim her. Despite appearances, maintaining control over her domain required immense amounts of energy—both physically and mentally. In her dreams, images of Death Master haunted her, pleading for release, begging for forgiveness. But even within the realm of sleep, she remained unyielding, her cold heart refusing to relent.

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But before the impact could shatter bones and splash flesh against stone, strong hands gripped tightly around his waist, yanking him forcefully backward. His laughter cut off abruptly, replaced by a strangled cry as he found himself suspended upside-down, dangling precariously above the unforgiving ground below. A deep voice resonated menacingly close to his ear. "You think you can simply defy me?"