Nikita's words made the tray in Aryan's hand finally fall to the floor with a loud crash. He stared at Nikita in disbelief, his eyes wide.
Nikita (in a serious voice): "Aryan, to match the power of these two ancient kings, you need something too. What does being 19 even mean? Tonight, with my ancient reincarnated power, I will make you a vampire!"
Aryan swallowed a few times, stammering:
Aryan: "W-What… make me a vampire? You mean those who drink blood? Who burn in sunlight? Queen Mother, I love cherry juice, not human blood! I can be useless, but I don't want to be a ghost!"
Nikita laughed, took Aryan's hand, and pulled him into her magical room.
Nikita: "Silly, being a vampire doesn't just mean drinking blood. You'll have the speed of the wind, strength of an elephant, and you'll be able to toss Cairen and Zain aside like nothing. And you know my power is ancient. I'll make you a vampire who can survive even after drinking cherry juice!"
Once inside, Nikita closed the door. She spread her four blue wings. The room was bathed in blue light. Her locket glowed intensely as she traced an ancient mark onto Aryan's forehead with her finger.
Nikita: "Don't be afraid, Aryan. Soon, your eyes might turn red or blue, and your canines will grow slightly longer. Ready?"
At that moment, the door rattled violently as Kings Cairen and Zain tried to barge in.
King Cairen: "Nikita! Open the door! What are you doing with that 19-year-old boy? Don't make him a vampire! He's useless enough as he is; if he becomes a vampire, he'll ruin our kingdoms!"
King Zain: "Nikita, this is wrong! He'll break the record of my blood-red empire!"
Ignoring the commotion outside, Nikita focused on Aryan. Slowly, his eyes began to turn bluish… Nikita stepped closer, the room now glowing with an even more mysterious blue. She wrapped Aryan in a magical embrace with her four wings. Leaning near his neck, she began to chant softly.
Nikita: "Don't be afraid, Aryan… I'm going to pour my ancient power into you."
Suddenly, Aryan felt a strange shiver run through his body. But surprisingly, he was not scared; instead, he hugged Nikita tighter. His body temperature rose, and his partially blue eyes fixed deeply on hers.
Aryan whispered into Nikita's ear, in a voice she had never heard before. The 19-year-old's sweet voice now carried an ancient, regal tone:
Aryan: "Queen Mother… you want to make me a vampire and give me power? Don't you know I'm no pawn for magic or strength? I am a part of your ancient memory that you had forgotten."
Nikita was shocked and tried to step back, but Aryan held her close. Looking into her eyes, he said something that made her shiver:
Aryan: "I don't want to be your vampire, Nikita… I want to be yours for life. This reincarnation is not just yours—it's mine too. I've waited 1,100 years to be under the shadow of your four wings. I am your shadow, I am your destiny."
Hearing this, Nikita was truly frightened. The boy she had thought of as a mere 19-year-old "useless" kid held within him such deep, mysterious love and power—more ancient than Cairen or Zain.
Outside, the kings' shouting continued, but inside the room, a strange silence settled between Nikita and Aryan.
Nikita (trembling): "Aryan… what… what are you saying? You're that little boy I used to feed cherry juice…"
Aryan (smiling mysteriously): "Little boys grow up only for their queens. From today, you are not alone."
Aryan's confession stunned Nikita, but she embraced the moment and let her ancient powers flow into him. Aryan transformed.
🔥 New Aryan: The Royal Vampire
Height: No longer a small boy—now 6'4".
Appearance: Moonlight-white skin, sharp jawline, piercing icy blue eyes.
Wings & Power: Black, bat-like wings expanding his height.
Outfit: Torn servant clothes replaced with a black royal vampire coat.
Standing before Nikita, Aryan's huge form made her feel tiny. He bent slightly and held her hand, now cold as ice.
Aryan (deep, full voice): "Thank you, Nikita. From now on, under your four wings, no Cairen or Zain is needed. Your shadow is now stronger than ever."
Cairen and Zain burst in, only to freeze at Aryan's enormous presence.
King Cairen: "Aryan? You… you grew so tall? And your eyes…?"
King Zain: "Nikita! This is no vampire, this is the Vampire King!"
Aryan stepped closer, smirked, and said:
Aryan: "Kings, are the bathroom and garden chores done? Queen Mother needs rest. You may come now."
Nikita laughed silently, realizing her "monster" vampire was under her command. She must admit—Aryan, once a quiet boy, now had powers perhaps stronger than the ancient kings.
Aryan, now 6'4", held Nikita close. Cairen and Zain were still stunned.
Aryan: "Nikita… may I do something?"
Nikita (surprised): "What… what?"
He glanced at the kings, then back at her:
Aryan: "Shall I take these two out of the palace now? With your four wings, no one can catch us. Do you want me to be your sole protector?"
Nikita realized just how bold her 19-year-old vampire had become.
Nikita (laughing): "Stop! You've become a complete vampire villain! Who will make cherry juice now if you throw Cairen and Zain away? Who will type my stories?"
Aryan grinned, his sharp teeth adding a mysterious allure:
Aryan: "From cherry juice to your whole life—everything is my responsibility now."
The palace was filled with an epic tension. Cairen (6'7") and Zain (6'6") prepared for battle, while Aryan (6'4") readied his fangs. Nikita, in the middle, spread her four blue wings.
Aryan used his Vampire Glamour to outsmart the kings. He whispered:
Aryan: "Why be angry? Queen Mother is upset, so we should cheer her up. Cairen, with your height, can you clean the dust on the highest tower? That's your job."
Cairen, entranced, nodded.
Aryan: "And Zain, with your fire, can you heat the giant cauldron to make 100 liters of cherry juice? Queen Mother loves it."
Zain nodded in trance.
Nikita watched in disbelief—moments ago ready for war, now the kings were busy with chores. Aryan smirked at her:
Aryan: "See, Nikita? Power isn't everything. Brains can outsmart even great kings. Now, shall I write you a new 2026 plot?"
Nikita smiled, embracing the new world Aryan had created.
Flying high, Aryan and Nikita vanished into a new dimension, leaving the stunned kings below.
In a distant peaceful shore, Aryan landed, kneeling before Nikita:
Aryan: "Happy now? These 'useless' old kings are lost in the clouds. Here, it's just you and your 19-year-old vampire… your lifelong companion."
Nikita looked out at the ocean, realizing their story had truly begun anew.
Nikita: "Aryan, you've truly stolen me smartly! Now tell me… is there any cherry juice here?"
Aryan smirked and touched her hand with his lips: "From cherry juice to all your dreamseverything is my responsibility now.