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Along with the blood, drop by drop, life flowed away. The fingers clutching the wound on the neck no longer felt warm. The bronze skin was fading, losing its color. There was no fear, no pain. Only a cool darkness, wave after wave, enveloped the heart until it stopped. Her last vivid memory was of her daughter’s eyes, cold and clear as moonlight. The dark waters of the river gently pushed Merit to the surface. All her wishes were gone, leaving only a fragile hope – the hope that her plea was answered and he would come.

Out of the thick darkness, a deep, guttural voice said, “Hello, Merit.”

The girl let out a small sigh of relief. She sensed his presence long before two glowing red eyes poked out of the darkness.

“Hello, my lord. You did come,” Merit whispered.

“You called, and I came. What do you want?”

“You know all about it, my lord,” Merit said, looking into his glowing eyes. “My daughter. She was safe now, but sooner or later he would find her,” her voice was pleading. “One day, when she comes before you, all I ask is that you protect her.”

“And in return?” It was a question of icy indifference.

Without hesitation, Merit fearlessly raised her large dark eyes and answered, “I will serve you. Forever.”

The otherworldly, inhuman gaze lit up with a satisfied spark.

“So be it.”