Every drop of blood is fuel. Every kill is evolution.
Damon Cross died in a gutter—but the Bloodsystem wouldn't let him stay dead.
Now, he rises not to survive... but to rule.
If you love ruthless MCs, blood-fueled power progression, dark systems, and god-tier revenge arcs—scroll down. This is your new addiction.
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Rain.
Heavy rain like a storm.
It didn't just fall—it poured, slashing like knives through the night air, drenching the cracked pavement of the forgotten alley. The city's heartbeat was slow, weighed down by the storm, as if it wanted to wash away every dark secret hidden in its shadows.
Damon Cross stumbled. His legs betrayed him. Blood bubbled up from the sharp steel buried deep in his gut, splattering across the damp brick wall in thick, dark streaks. He coughed violently, each hack ripping through his ribs like shattered glass. His breath was ragged, like a dying man gasping for one last breath. Every inch of his body screamed in agony, but worse than the physical pain was the numbness swallowing his mind.
"Damn it…" His fingers trembled as he tried to push himself up, slick with his own blood. "Not like this... Not now."
The mugger who'd ambushed him had vanished—no trace but the echo of his cruel laughter. No money. No phone. No help. No hope. Nothing left but blood. His blood.
Twenty-one years old. College dropout. No future. No family waiting. And now… no tomorrow.
"Is this really how it ends?" he whispered, voice barely audible above the rain. "Is this all I was worth?"
The alley answered only with cold silence. The rain hammered down relentlessly, drowning out even the softest beat of his fading heart.
His knees buckled. He collapsed fully onto the cold, filthy ground. The sky, barely visible between towering buildings, was a grim slice of charcoal and lightning. Cold seeped deep into his skin, numb and merciless—like a second death wrapping its fingers around him.
And yet…
Something stirred.
Not above him.
Not beneath him.
All around.
A faint hum vibrated through the air. Like silk tearing against steel. Sharp, haunting, unnatural.
Then—footsteps.
Soft but deliberate.
A rhythm perfectly measured, echoing like a whispered song meant for no ears but his own.
Black heels clicked on wet concrete. The subtle sweep of an impossibly elegant coat brushed the air. From the shadows, a figure emerged—a silhouette painted by moonlight—tall, beautiful, elegant, graceful, terrifying.
Her skin was pale as the winter snow.
Her eyes glowed crimson, burning like embers in the dark.
Her presence twisted the very world—time slowed, the rain seemed to hesitate.
Damon barely had the strength to turn his head, but he did.
She knelt beside him, her fingers gentle as they brushed damp strands of hair from his bloodied forehead.
"Such fragile things, mortals," she said softly, voice smooth as the finest wine yet sharp as a dagger. "You burn so quickly. But you… you burn so bright."
His vision blurred, the edges of the world folding into shadows.
"W-who…?" His lips barely moved.
Her smile was a curved blade—both invitation and threat.
"I am Lilith Étoile," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that echoed in his very bones. "And you… are mine now."
Panic surged through him like lightning—he wanted to scream, to fight, to run—but his body betrayed him. The world was slipping away.
Then—
Pain.
Sharp and immediate.
Her fangs pierced the tender skin of his neck like hot iron through silk.
Fire flooded his veins, followed by ice cold dread. His senses exploded—every cell in his body screamed, roaring like a beast caught in a trap.
His heartbeat thundered one last thunderous time—
Then stopped.
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[SYSTEM BOOTING...]
[Version: BLOODBOUND v1.0]
[Welcome, Damon Cross.]
[You have DIED.]
[You have been REBORN as: Bloodbound Initiate Lv.1]
[Primary Blood Source: Lilith Étoile – Class: Progenitor Vampire]
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Gasping, air slammed into his lungs like a series of exploding firecrackers going off in reverse. His back arched involuntarily from the wet ground, muscles trembling with a strange new energy. Sight snapped back in an overwhelming flood of color, sound, and scent. The rain that had chilled him seconds ago now felt alive—pulsing, electric.
He was alive.
Or… something else.
Damon sat up, clutching his chest. His heart beat fast—unnatural. Powerful.
"No," he whispered, voice raw and broken. "Not alive…"
Changed.
A deep, mechanical voice echoed inside his head.
> [Congratulations. You are now Bloodbound.]
Complete your first hunt to unlock your abilities.
Kill… or be consumed.
Damon's eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell… A system? Like a game?"
Lilith rose gracefully beside him, her crimson eyes gleaming in the dark.
"Not a game," she said, voice cold as ice. "A covenant. Your blood is mine now. Your fate… forever bound to mine."
She touched his chest with a pale hand. The jagged wound that had nearly killed him moments ago had vanished, replaced by smooth, unbroken skin.
"You died forgotten. Pathetic. Human." Her voice dropped, heavy with disdain. "Now you are something more. A King waiting to awaken. You should thank me."
Damon laughed—bitter, disbelieving.
"Thanks?" he scoffed. "For turning me into a goddamn monster?"
Lilith's smile sharpened like a blade.
"You were always a monster, Damon. I simply gave you teeth."
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Suddenly—crash!
The alley's mouth exploded with noise.
A gang of rough men burst through the rain-soaked street, faces hidden beneath hoods. Knives glinted in the dim light. One carried a pistol, shaking with barely concealed fury.
"I told you he was still breathing!" snarled the leader, the same man who had stabbed Damon earlier. "That bitch brought him back!"
Damon pushed himself fully upright.
The pain was gone—replaced by something new, primal.
A hunger.
He did not feel fear.
He did not feel weakness.
He felt—
Power.
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> [NEW QUEST UNLOCKED – SYSTEM MANDATE]
Objective: Kill to stabilize your Bloodcore.
Penalty for failure: Instant death. Again.
Reward: Skill unlock — [Crimson Surge Lv.1]
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Lilith's silhouette melted back into the shadows, voice echoing like a command:
"Prove you deserve my gift, Damon."
"Feed."
Damon's eyes snapped open, gleaming like burning coals.
Red.
Pure, unyielding red.
A cruel smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
He stood—hungry.
He smiled—hungry.
He was no longer the boy who had stumbled in the rain.
He was the monster waiting to rise.
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