"Daddy..." A soft voice entered Mikahil's ears as he opened his eyes, finding himself in a throne room.
"Welcome... Daddy," Atlas, the mother of vampires, was seated, looking directly at Mikahil.
"Atlas?" Mikahil looked around until a quick snap formed a smile on his face. He turned to Atlas, gazing at her intently. "So young, but already so powerful. Truly living up to your title, little one."
Atlas slid her hand across her face, brushing away strands of hair that fell in front of her eyes. She exhibited a serene smile as Mikahil praised her strength, her eyes shining with a strong red hue. Delicate features accentuated by impeccably pale, almost translucent skin stood out against the red dress that seemed crafted from shadows. Blue hair cascaded like a waterfall, with green strands gleaming like intertwined jewels, flowing until they blended with the ground around the throne.