The Demon Realm did not follow the laws of light.
Where other worlds had sunrises and sunsets, this realm only knew the dance of its two moons. One silver. One crimson. The world's only rhythm came from which one hung in the sky. When only the red moon remained, its lonely glow was seen as a moment of death and birth.
A perfect time for black magic.
Rie stood alone in her chamber, her crimson eyes dimmed beneath long lashes. She had left the dining hall hours ago, her usual calm mask worn perfectly. Not a single soul suspected what she would do tonight.
She waited until the castle was drowned in silence.
Then she moved.
Her fingers tapped the side of her silver ring—the artifact-bound spatial ring she'd stored everything in. One of its benefits? No mana signature when opened.
With practiced grace, she pushed the carpet aside and dragged the bed to the corner.
She then takes out the monster part she got from old men.
it didn't matter what monster it is when used in ritual. So, she didn't care what the old man given her.
But when she saw the three monsters.
A smile form on her lips.
That grumpy old man given her monster with rich and tasty blood.
When the new vampires drink blood for the first time it tastes very dull…
Like they are drinking someone vomit.
'Hehe silly old man'
She smiles then store the two monsters back in her ring and looked at the monster in the ground.
The corpse of a Nightflayer Beast.
A creature hunted into extinction after the first demonic war. Mutated by curses, bred in shadow. Its blood, thick and pitch black, pulsed with lingering malice.
She uncorked a flask of its blood, dipped a clawed stylus in, and knelt to the stone floor.
Rie cut its belly open with a bone scalpel. The blood inside was thick, like tar, and reeked of nightmares.
She mixed it with:
Ground shadow lotus.
Obsidian shards.
One drop of her own blood
She purchases them after leaving the old man shop…
She uncorked a flask of its blood, dipped a clawed stylus in, and knelt to the stone floor.
Using a stylus made from monster bone, Rie etched a wide ritual circle on the floor—layered with intricate sigils and glyphs that twisted when looked at too long. It took two hours just to finish the outer layer. Three inner circles followed, each more complex than the last.
At its center, she carved a spiral fork symbol—an ancient character representing both "origin" and "consumption."
When it was complete, she reached back into the ring.
And take out vampire orb.
She looked at the label attached to it.
[Vampire Magic Orb – A Rank]
Crystallized blood mana essence extracted from a forgotten vampire lord.
Effects: – Unlocks mid-tier vampire magic
Affinity: blood reinforcement, regeneration, and emotion suppression.
– Enables passive night vision and predator perception.
– Increases bloodlust.
Note: Handle with caution.
But it has a unique function that only she knows.
If we pour vampire blood on it. Its rank will increase by one for a certain period of time…
While in that state it if used in a ritual it will increase the chances of success by 50%
And even if the user fails their soul won't take any damage.
Truly because of this reason she never linked it with her soul sling…
because there are very few artifacts that help in rituals…