The death

Aeron's point of view:

I'm a king!

The King I've always dreamed to be.

Still, something is missing. Perhaps, it's someone rather than something.

Never in my life, would I've believed that I would fall in love with the daughter of the man who killed my life.

I looked at the dead bodies surrounding me. I'm back to my old bad habits, even though I promised myself not to.

I mean, hunting humans could be fun. Feeding on them, then hypnotizing them to forget is not as much fun as when seducing them, insulating them, then killing them.

Yet, even too much fun could be exhausting sometimes.

I mean, I had to get rid of all their bodies.

Now I have about twenty dead human girls, all over my room.

Before, I used to enjoy them much before killing them. Yet, they seemed all not quite interesting although they were all good-looking.

None of them was able to ignite the fire inside of me, the same way she used to do.