He walks where the night dares not linger. Dracula reborn—elegant, eternal, and merciless. Blood is legacy, charm is the weapon, and time bows before him.
Anointed in blood and cloaked in fire—these are not ordinary sisters. They are the Seraphic Blades, divine wrath incarnate. When heaven forgets, they remember.
The carnival is long gone, but the madness lingers. These are not jesters—they’re nightmares in lace and velvet, dealing chaos with a grin. Every smile hides a scream.