to serve me, to entertain me, to satisfy my hungers both physical and otherwise." With those ominous words ringing in Death Master's ears, Lady Beatriz turned back toward her throne, leaving him trembling in terror but also filled with an unwanted sense of anticipation for whatever torments awaited him next.

As night fell upon the darkened castle, its eerie shadows casting sinister shapes across the stone walls, Lady Beatriz sat regally upon her throne, basking in the adoration of her subjects who had gathered to witness her majesty's grand entrance into the grand ballroom. The air was heavy with anticipation; all eyes were fixed upon her, waiting eagerly for her signal to begin the festivities. In contrast, Death Master lay bound tightly at his master's feet, barely visible amidst the sea of opulence surrounding him. His heart raced wildly in his chest as he caught glimpses of the other guests garbed in elaborate costumes, glittering jewels sparkling underneath

Lady Beatriz raised an eyebrow ever so subtly when she noticed Death Master visibly tensing up beside her. A smirk curved her blood red lips as she casually placed a cool, gentle finger over Death Master's lip, silencing him effectively without uttering a single word. The Vampire Lord's gaze shifted from Death Master to Lady Beatriz, recognition flashing briefly in his alcohol-clouded eyes. He glared venomously at Death Master, nostalgia mixed with hatred etched heavily on his features. "My dear Lord Zargon," Lady Beatriz addressed him smoothly, her tone laced with false politeness, "It is always a pleasure to see you again." She slowly

glided closer to the enraged vampire, her movements graceful yet predatory. Lord Zargon's eyes narrowed dangerously, saliva dripping from his fangs as he sized up the petite figure before him. "You think your pet human can protect you?" he growled menacingly, taking a threatening step forward. In response, Lady Beatriz merely arched one brow mockingly, tilting her head slightly to expose her delicate throat invitingly. A low, primordial growl reverberated deep within Lord Zargon's chest as he lunged towards her. Time slowed down for Death Master, each agonizing millisecond stretching endlessly like molten