This world has always been wrought by violence and destruction ever since the gods damned us with our pitiful existences.

I know I am but a mere pawn in this ceaseless game played by those artificially placed above us. I know I will likely die to a nobody from the opposing House before they're killed by a fellow nobody of our own before the end of the night. I know none of this matters.

As my Sanguine brothers stand beside me in patient limbo - waiting for the moment we are given the order to rip the unsuspecting Psyrens to shreds - I feel a dissonance of camaraderie from what I have warring with the bitterness for what I will never experience: Peace.

But our gods put us in this cursed position for a reason. We are a demonic race borne into a world doomed from the start - probably for their sick amusement.

Fine, then. If it is a show they want, that is exactly what we will give them.

                                                                                             ... Asta's P.O.V

"Father, I want her. She's elegant and beautiful all around." He growls and murmurs, his silver eyes glaring at me.

"You must be kidding me, child; you pick her as your consort? This is coming out of your college fund."  I smile, getting my way yet again as I watch the guard roughly pull her off the stage. 

I snap and yell at the guards. "You break her, you buy her from me, you understand?!" Receiving an approving gleam from my father. When she gets to me, I gently take her hand, my eyes roving over her exposed body.

Why must they constantly expose everything at these damn auctions?! 

I huff, take my jacket off of myself, and slip it around her shivering shoulder. "I'm Asta Psyren. What's your name, my sweet?" 

She speaks in a light but assured tone, "I'm Lyra Nightshade." She bows before me as I stop her and shake my head. 

"No, no, no, here you're an equal. No need to bow, Lyra." She nods as I pull her into a hug.

 "How much did you spend on me? W-what are you going to use me for?" 

My father grins down at her and chuckles. "Well, you're fortunate because my daughter bought you as her consort." She looks up at him, murmuring simply, 

"Oh." I can feel her grip my jacket tighter around her.

Her beautiful purple eyes shine in the dim lighting; I wonder if her purple hair is natural.

As I smile and hook my arm around her waist, pulling her to me, I can feel her body tense and her mind buzz with frantic thoughts. I grin down at her and gently rub the small of her back. "Relax, Lyra, you're safe with me. I promise I won't let anything happen to you." I lean down and gently kiss her forehead. Her thoughts slowly calmed, and she leaned into me as I looked at my father. "Father, can we leave now? I need to dress her properly."  

He shakes his head, forcing us to wait. "While we wait, why don't you get to know her? She will be your partner from now on." 

I look down at the cold girl wrapped in my arm before walking off. "We will be in our waiting room when you get done. Come to get us."  

 Her wavy purple hair looks stunning in my arms, very heavenly. Focus, Asta! I need to explain a lot to her. I wonder if she has had the proper schooling and vaccines; I don't need her getting sick.  

I walk into the closed-off room with one-way windows, us being able to see the auction and them not being able to see us as I gently lay her on the bed. "Atsa... Why are we back here?"

 I smile at her and gently sit at the table in the center of the room, hearing her thoughts buzzing with uncertainty again, making me frown slightly. "I wanted to get you out of that stuffy room with all those vampires staring at you." 

She sits up and gazes at me. "What is a consort?" I wonder how she does not know of her own position, literally being sold at an auction moments before, but I sit next to her, gently placing a hand on her knee. 

Hearing her thoughts spike at the first sign of touch, I gently rub it. "A consort is a vampire companion. How our relationship builds from here is our decision; sometimes consorts have jobs within their relationships, your job..." I lean in close and gently kiss her cheek, hearing her gasp softly. "Is to sit there and look pretty for me while I work, and if you have a talent for what I do, I will train you to work with me." 

That blush on her looks so fucking adorable, I could just take her now, but I want to wait until we get to our room so I can make it comfortable for her. 

"W-will you ever drink from me?"

I wince and pull away. There it was, the elephant in the room. I sigh and nod. "I will try my best to only feed off of you when I need to. You are something so precious to me, and I also try not to feed at all; feeding is so... unneeded." 

She looked at me confused. "B-but wait; as a vampire, don't you need blood?"

 I sigh and nod, rubbing my forehead. "Look, I just find feeding disgusting. I've never understood the appeal of it. Thankfully, being a vampire lord's daughter has the perk of needing to feed less frequently, among other things." She thinks briefly before scooting closer and resting her head against my shoulder.

                                                                                               ... 

I gently lead her into the back of the limo, holding her small frame into my lap before slowly caressing her hair. 

I need to bite her soon to get more in tune with her thoughts. I don't want to, but I need to. All I can feel is the type of buzz and not her actual thoughts, considering she's never been in schooling. I also need to get her file from my father. Getting to know her habits would be good. 

"Mistress... Why are you holding me?"

 I can feel her pulse hasten through her skin as I grin softly and breathe on her neck, growling softly as I respond, "I like holding you. Is that so wrong?"

 My father says up from the other side of the car. "If you spoil her too much, she'll think she runs the place." 

 I snicker and nuzzle her neck, feeling her relax and press against me. "Relax, Father, she's my consort. If I want to spoil her, then I will." I feel her tense at my words as my father chuckles and mutters. 

"Like daughter like father, I see." 

The car ride was silent enough; if it wasn't for the cute little squeals and squeaks she makes when I touch her, that is. I can tell I would get dangerously close to loving her. I've already grown to be mesmerized by her heartbeat. 

By the time we get home, she's quit shaking as I gently grab her hand and step out of the car, holding the door open for her as she stands in awe, staring at our mansion. "Y-you live here?" 

I chuckle and correct her, pulling her towards the door. "We, yes, we live here." I pull her into the mansion and make our way to the room. Opening it, I let her walk inside at her pace, following her as I slowly slipped my jacket off of her shoulders, revealing the sexy lingerie she was forced to wear.

 "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do; please forgive me, my sweet Lyra." She jumps when I grab her wrist and pull her to the dark bedroom. Feeling her pulse spike in my hands makes my hunger grow. 

When was the last time I drank? Shit, no wonder I haven't been able to read her mind quite well; I'm probably super weak from not drinking. 

I smile softly and gently push her onto the bed, my eyes glowing a deep crimson in the dark. "Lyra~" 

She jumps at the sweet, melodic sound of my voice "Y-yes, mistress?"

 I quickly pin her to the bed and press my lips against hers. Hearing her gasp into my lips makes me lose a bit of my sanity. I eventually come up for air, panting softly as I extract my slightly curved and iridescent fangs.

 "Mistress, I thought you said you wouldn't feed on me?" I smile softly and kiss her cheek, neck, collarbone, stomach, and thighs. As I scan her body, my eyes see her body clearing in the dark room, hearing her small moans in response to my kissing and touching as I slowly massage her thigh. 

"Where would you like me to bite you?" I reach up and caress her cheek with my hand. 

"A-Asta... I-I don't know." She blushes wildly as she gently runs her hand through my long black curls, guiding my head down onto her hip just above where her hip bone is visible. "A-Asta.. Right here..."

 I nod and gently kiss the spot before sucking on it, pushing down the sensation of nausea and eliciting a moan from my new partner, making me graze my fangs against her skin as she grips my hair. She forces me down onto her skin before I grab her hips and bite into the soft spot right above the left hip bone; I hear her gasp softly and grip my hair hard before her hand falls to the bed in ecstasy. She bucks her hips as the endorphins flood her body from my bite. As I retract my fangs, I suck on her blood, the delicious taste quickly ridding of the sickly feeling in my stomach and sending tingling sensations through her body, growling at how sweet it is.

Her blood is sweet. It's not supposed to be sweet unless...

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her hands grip the bed sheets as I feel the power slowly filling my view. I continue drinking, sucking and flicking my tongue against the puncture wounds, hearing her moan loudly into a pillow she now grabbed. I pull off her bite mark as it starts to bruise, grimacing at the now noticeable impact on her perfect body. I sniff the air, the strong scent of her arousal hitting me hard as my eyes glaze over at her recovering body before I graze her labia with my tongue. Feeling her jerk under my mouth, I grin and teasingly rub my fingers in between her folds. "A-Asstaa! P-please..." 

I chuckle and lean over her, running my fingers through her fold more and more. "Please, what, my little Lyra?" 

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I take a long drag of my cigarette, sitting on my couch facing my window, overseeing the great Psyren city as I gingerly rub the hair of my newly found consort; she had fallen asleep on my lap after the rigorous time I gave her. 

Hearing her scream my name repeatedly was music to my ears. I loved having control over her orgasms, feeling her around my fin-

She sturs in her sleep, interrupting my thoughts as I smile down at her and take another drag, blowing the smoke away from her. 

I'm going to enjoy making you mine, Lyra.