

Crimson Thorn, Obsidian Throne
daniel musyimi · Ongoing · 158.2k Words
Introduction
Her newfound power emerges at a critical time: an ancient, devastating plague resurfaces, targeting only pureblood vampires and proving resistant to their magic, throwing Nyxus into panic and chaos. Ancient texts and forgotten prophecies hint that only a being of mixed blood, wielding abilities like Sera's, can uncover the plague's origin and find the means to stop it.
Thrust into an unwelcome spotlight, Sera must embark on a perilous quest to save the very society that oppressed her. This forces her into an uneasy alliance with Lord Kaelen, who must confront his prejudices as he realizes their survival depends on the dhampir he once overlooked. "Crimson Thorn, Obsidian Throne" will chronicle Sera's journey from bullied victim to a powerful heroine, her dangerous quest to stop the plague, her navigation of treacherous vampire politics, and the slow-burn evolution of her complex relationship with Kaelen amidst ancient secrets and epic stakes.
Chapter 1
The cobblestones of the Alleys of Sighs were slick beneath my worn boots, reflecting the perpetual twilight of Nyxus in greasy rainbows. Another midnight cycle, another delivery of near-empty blood-protein nutrient packs from the Lower Cisterns to the kitchens of House Valerius. My arms ached, not from the weight of the satchel – it was pitifully light, the packs mostly air and watery residue these days – but from the constant, soul-deep weariness of being Seraphina, the dhampir. The half-breed. The Crimson Thorn in the side of pureblood society.
Nyxus, City of Eternal Night, our magnificent, hidden vampire capital, was a breathtaking prison. Towering gothic spires clawed at the perpetually moonlit sky (or so the upper-crusters claimed; down here, we only saw the oppressive glow reflecting off the cavern roof far above). Opulent manors, carved from obsidian and veined with blood-quartz, clung to the cliff faces, their windows like glowing, malevolent eyes. But for dhampirs like me, and the even less fortunate human blood-thralls, Nyxus was the Alleys of Sighs, the Sump District, the places where the refuse of pureblood life trickled down.
A burst of cruel laughter echoed from a side passage, making me flinch. I knew that laughter. Lady Isolde Valerius and her sycophantic clique. My stomach tightened. I tried to melt further into the shadows cast by a crumbling buttress, hoping they’d pass without noticing me. No such luck.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Isolde’s voice, sharp and brittle as breaking glass, cut through the alley's gloom. She stepped out, flanked by her usual two shadows, Lucian and Drusilla – young, arrogant purebloods whose only discernible talents were cruelty and toadying. Isolde herself was stunning, in the way a perfectly crafted ice sculpture is stunning – all sharp angles, flawless pale skin, and eyes the color of frozen amethysts. Tonight, she wore a gown of blood-red velvet that seemed to drink the dim light.
"It’s the half-breed mongrel, Lady Isolde," Lucian sneered, his lip curling as he looked me up and down. "Still scuttling about with the kitchen scraps."
"Such a pity it pollutes our air with its… diluted presence," Drusilla added, her voice a saccharine poison.
I kept my eyes downcast, clutching the satchel tighter. This was their favorite game: find the dhampir, torment the dhampir. "My lady," I murmured, the obligatory address tasting like ash on my tongue. "I am on an errand for your House."
"An errand?" Isolde tapped a perfectly manicured nail against her chin, feigning contemplation. "Or perhaps just enjoying the ambiance of the sewers where you belong?" She glided closer, her expensive perfume – nightshade and something cloyingly sweet – assaulting my senses. "Look at me when I address you, dhampir."
Reluctantly, I lifted my gaze to meet hers. Her amethyst eyes glittered with malice. This was the routine. The verbal barbs, the subtle magical pressure they sometimes exerted – a chilling coldness, a wave of nausea only I would feel – just enough to remind me of my place, to keep me cowed. Dhampirs were stronger than humans, yes, but pathetically weak compared to purebloods, especially those from noble houses like Valerius, whose lineage was thick with ancient power. We were tolerated because we could perform tasks in the brief, dangerous hours of twilight or deal with the human world in ways purebloods found distasteful or risky. Tolerated, but never accepted. Always the other. Always less.
"Still dreaming of being something more than refuse, Sera?" Isolde purred, using my given name with deliberate familiarity to emphasize my lack of status. "Still hoping some pureblood lord will overlook your tainted blood and elevate you from the muck?"
My jaw tightened, but I forced myself to remain silent. Any response would only prolong the torment, invite escalation. The memory of last week’s “game” – where Lucian had “accidentally” tripped me, sending me sprawling into a puddle of refuse while Isolde and Drusilla shrieked with laughter – was still fresh.
"Such a dull creature," Isolde sighed dramatically. "No fight in it at all. Hardly worth the effort." She flicked her wrist dismissively. "Be gone, then. And try not to leave too much of your half-breed stench behind."
They swept past, their laughter echoing again as they disappeared towards the more opulent avenues. I waited until their footsteps faded, my hands clenched so tight my knuckles were white. The shame burned, hot and familiar. The anger, a constant companion, simmered just beneath the surface, carefully banked. Showing it would only bring worse.
I continued my delivery, the satchel feeling heavier now. The weight wasn't physical; it was the crushing burden of their contempt, the hopelessness of my existence. This was my life: endless servitude, casual cruelty, and the constant, grinding reminder of my inferiority.
The Valerius kitchens were a chaotic inferno of heat and frantic activity, even at this late hour. Pureblood chefs, often lesser nobles themselves, barked orders at dhampir and human servants. I deposited the nutrient packs with the scullery master, a fat, wheezing vampire who barely acknowledged my presence, and turned to leave, eager to escape back to the relative anonymity of my tiny hovel in the Sump.
As I passed through the grand service entrance, the main courtyard of House Valerius spread before me for a moment, a vision of stark contrast. Torches blazed, illuminating intricate obsidian carvings. Purebloods in silks and velvets moved with languid grace, their laughter musical, their faces animated. And standing on a high balcony overlooking it all, speaking quietly with Lord Valerius, was him.
Lord Kaelen Vorokh. Prince of the Night, Master of the Obsidian Spire, one of the most ancient and powerful purebloods in Nyxus, a key figure on the ruling Vampire Council. He was a legend, a nightmare, a distant, terrifying god. Even from this distance, his presence was a palpable force, radiating power and an aura of absolute, unyielding authority. His long, dark hair caught the torchlight like polished jet. His features, even shadowed, were sharp, aristocratic, beautiful in a way that promised only danger.
He was the embodiment of everything I wasn't, everything I could never be. The pinnacle of the pureblood society that crushed dhampirs like me under its heel. I had never been close to him, never dared. But I knew his reputation. His justice was said to be as cold and unyielding as the obsidian of his spire. He upheld the ancient laws, the rigid hierarchies, without question, without mercy. He likely didn’t even see dhampirs as individuals, only as a necessary, if distasteful, part of Nyxus’s ecosystem.
Our eyes met.
Or at least, I thought they did. For a fraction of a second, his gaze seemed to sweep across the courtyard, across the service entrance where I stood frozen, a tiny, insignificant shadow. There was no recognition, no acknowledgement, just the brief, indifferent assessment of a predator scanning its domain. Then his attention returned to Lord Valerius.
The moment passed. But it left me breathless, my heart hammering. The sheer, overwhelming power of his presence, even at a distance, was suffocating. He was the system. He was the obsidian throne that kept my kind in the dust.
Clutching my cloak tighter, I hurried away, back towards the Alleys of Sighs, towards the Sump. The brief glimpse of pureblood opulence and power, epitomized by Lord Kaelen, only made the bitterness of my own existence sharper.
Back in my cramped, damp room, the only sound the drip of water from a leaky pipe, I sank onto my thin straw pallet. Dreams of escape, of dignity, of simply mattering, felt like foolish fantasies. But as I drifted into an uneasy sleep, a tiny, stubborn ember of defiance still glowed within me. I was Seraphina. I was a thorn, yes. But thorns were made to endure. And sometimes, even the smallest thorn could draw blood from the careless hand that tried to crush it. One day, I vowed silently, one day things would be different. I didn't know how. But the thought was a shield against the despair, a tiny spark in the endless night of Nyxus.
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