Within the Military Base Alpha-2, a towering structure of black and crimson loomed against the sky, rising so high it appeared almost sacrilegious, as if attempting to brush against the heavens themselves before some divine authority might descend to smite its ambition. Everyone within the military base knew of this building. It was not just any structure, it was the dominion of the Second Supreme Monarch, the iron-blooded Monarch of Military Base Alpha-2, a being feared and revered in equal measure.

Within one of the innermost chambers of this ominous fortress, a thick swirl of blood-red energy coalesced in the air like a living mist. The aura it exuded was ancient, regal, and suffused with a predatory elegance. From within that swirling mass, a figure stepped forward. He stood tall, broad-shouldered, and composed, his very presence exuding an effortless nobility.

His features were flawless to the point of being unsettling, sharp jawline, cold sculpted expression, and an otherworldly beauty so potent that even beasts would willingly kneel in worship, compelled not by command but by instinctive reverence.

His hair, a cascade of dark crimson, flowed down like blood streaming from a blade, while his eyes, glowing a deep blood-red, shimmered with a cold light that held both allure and terror. Everything about him, from his elegant stride to his measured breath, spoke of absolute supremacy. Though he had already suppressed his aura drastically, the air itself bent subtly around him, space faintly warping as if struggling to contain the sheer force of his existence.

He was the Second Supreme Monarch.

The chamber itself seemed to reflect his nature. The walls were adorned with ancient paintings, each depicting figures, vampires whose faces were unfamiliar to all but him. They were rendered in strokes of deep red and shadowed black, their gazes as solemn and timeless as forgotten royalty.

Suspended from the ceiling above were blood-red crystals that pulsed faintly, casting a dark ruby glow across the chamber. Every piece of design, every curve and line in the architecture, had been crafted to amplify both the opulence and the subtle menace of the room. Red, always red, intertwined with lacquered black and threads of muted gold, creating an atmosphere both majestic and suffocating.

Without slowing, the Second Supreme Monarch advanced toward the throne that rested upon an elevated obsidian platform. The throne itself was an artifact of ancient design, wrought from midnight-black metal and veined with streaks of red and gold. It sat with an imposing majesty, radiating its own silent pressure, as though it too possessed a will and presence befitting a monarch's seat.

The Second Supreme Monarch ascended the steps and sat down with effortless grace. The moment he settled onto the throne, the chamber seemed to still. His aura, though suppressed, continued to leak like a silent storm, pressing down on the atmosphere. He closed his eyes for a moment, and in that brief silence, his thoughts raced, faster than any super computer could calculate, sharper than any blade forged in this world.

Then, his eyes opened.

"Come to me," he spoke, his voice quiet yet absolute. It was not a request. It was a decree. His tone did not seek compliance.

For a heartbeat, there was nothing but silence.

Then space itself twisted.

A flash of pale light streaked through the chamber, followed by shadows coiling like ink in water. In an instant, two figures materialized before him and immediately dropped to one knee, their heads bowed so low their foreheads almost touched the floor. Their power was heavily restrained, none of them dared let even the faintest ripple of aura brush against the Second Supreme Monarch without explicit permission.

One was a Titan, towering and broad, his skin slightly bronze with faint runic patterns etched across his arms. The other was a Dwarf, shorter but heavily built, his features stern and disciplined. A peculiar pairing, some might say, but within Military Base Alpha-2, they were known by title rather than race.

They were the Warlords of Military Base Alpha-2.

The Second Supreme Monarch said nothing for a moment, his crimson gaze sweeping over the two kneeling figures, weighing them in silence.

"Where is Vladek? Did he not hear my summon?" he asked, his voice calm, devoid of agitation yet carrying an oppressive authority that pressed against their backs.

Still with his head bowed, the Titan Warlord replied, "He left the Military Base over two week ago on a personal errand, Supreme Monarch. When we inquired about it, he refused to elaborate. Since then, we have been unable to establish contact. All attempts to locate him have met a dead end."

The Titan's voice was low, respectful, steady. Both he and the Dwarf knew well that Vladek was not simply another Warlord within the base. He was blood, the Second Supreme Monarch's own descendant. And Vladek had always made sure to remind them of that fact, wielding his lineage like a blade to cut through protocol and hierarchy. Because of this, even though all three of them held the rank of Warlord, Vladek possessed political influence that neither Titan nor Dwarf could contest.

The Second Supreme Monarch did not outwardly react. His face remained as composed as ever, but behind those blood-red eyes, calculations spiraled like a storm.

'I sent Vladek to handle Anthony… and bring me his blood.'

Silence coiled through the chamber like a serpent, slow and tense, pressing against the walls as if the air itself held its breath.

'Could Vladek have run… after discovering the nature of Anthony's blood?' The thought flickered through his mind like a passing shadow, but he dismissed it almost immediately. No other vampire had discovered what he had. Someone as insignificant as Vladek would never be capable of perceiving the deeper truth.

'Besides… even if he did realize something… he would not dare betray me,' he concluded with cold certainty.

"So… he told you nothing at all?" the Second Supreme Monarch asked, voice steady, each word precise.

"We were only told he would depart on personal business. That is all, Supreme Monarch. As for the specifics, we do not know. We… could not force him to speak," the Dwarf responded, still kneeling with perfect discipline, his forehead almost touching the cold marble.

The Second Supreme Monarch gave a slight nod and went silent again, his fingers tapping once upon the armrest of his throne, a subtle motion, yet it echoed like a heartbeat through the chamber.

"Have the demons made a move in my absence?" he asked without emotion.

"No, Supreme Monarch," the Titan Warlord replied instantly. "As per your command, we locked down the base. All personnel remained within designated sectors. Those on missions remained strictly within our region. There have been no external breaches."

Another slow nod.

"Then," the Second Supreme Monarch said, eyes glinting faintly, "give me a complete report of every significant occurrence during my absence. Include updates from the neighboring military bases, especially Military Base Alpha-9."

"As you command, Supreme Monarch," both Warlords intoned in perfect unison, their voices steady, reverent.

And thus, they began to speak, carefully, methodically, detailing every development that had transpired, their words echoing through the crimson throne chamber beneath the watchful, unblinking gaze of the blood-eyed Monarch seated upon his throne of black and gold.

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