As the Archdemon Lux leaned in, his heartbeat thundered in Luna's ears, a stark contrast to the dizziness and confusion clouding her mind. "I would gladly give it to you," he whispered a phrase that felt heavy with unspoken meanings.
Luna's thoughts fragmented, unable to find coherence in the whirlwind of her new reality. Her vampire nature, usually so meticulously controlled, now seemed alien and unruly. She was painfully aware of her pale, lifeless hands, symbols of a thirst she could no longer ignore. Despite her efforts to regulate her appetite, human food, and blood had been her bane, leading to sickness and discomfort.
Now, faced with the pulsing vein of the Archdemon, Luna felt an overwhelming need for blood. Her body reacted instinctively, her gaze fixated on Lux's neck, her mouth flooding with anticipation. His skin, appearing soft and inviting, was a temptation she could hardly resist.