Three hundred years ago, the world drowned in blood.
The war between humans and vampires had raged for centuries, but the final battle began under a sky that refused to shine.
The night swallowed the world.
Vampires flooded across battlefields while human armies burned cities trying to destroy them.
For three days and three nights, screams echoed across continents.
Blood became rivers.
Bones became mountains.
Neither side would surrender.
Then he woke up.
Raiden.
The monster both races feared.
Standing 6'7 tall, his presence alone felt like standing before a natural disaster. His long silver-red hair flowed like liquid moonlight, and his crystal-like eyes—one green, one blue—glowed like frozen lightning.
Cold.
Arrogant.
Possessive.
A vampire who treated the world like an inconvenience.
His abilities were beyond imagination.
Impossible speed
Mind control
Immense strength
Blood manipulation
Within 500 kilometers, Raiden could control the blood of every living creature.
He could turn blood into weapons, blades, chains, storms.
That night, he stepped onto the battlefield.
And sighed.
The war had disturbed his sleep.
That was the only reason he appeared.
Within hours—
Half the vampire army died.
Half the human army died.
Blood rose into the sky like a crimson hurricane as Raiden casually erased thousands.
The battlefield became silent.
Vampires trembled.
Humans collapsed in terror.
Raiden looked around, bored.
Then he disappeared.
The war ended immediately.
Not because of peace.
Because both sides realized something worse existed.
Raiden.
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The Secret Alliance
Years passed.
Fear spread among vampire leaders.
If Raiden ever grew bored…
He could wipe them all out.
So the vampire lords made an impossible decision.
They approached the human leaders.
An alliance formed.
The goal:
Kill Raiden.
They discovered the usual weaknesses didn't work.
Sunlight ❌
Holy water ❌
Silver ❌
Nothing harmed him.
Only one being in existence could kill Raiden.
His father.
But Raiden had already killed him centuries earlier.
So the alliance searched for another solution.
They found one.
A Saint.
A woman blessed with divine magic.
She couldn't kill Raiden.
But she could seal him.
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The Sealing
The ritual took place beneath a blood moon.
Raiden barely resisted.
He simply looked annoyed.
"Humans and vampires cooperating?" he said coldly. "Pathetic."
The Saint cast the final spell.
Chains of divine light wrapped around him.
The seal activated.
Raiden was locked away forever.
Only the Saint herself or one of her direct descendants could release him.
Knowing this…
The alliance killed the Saint immediately.
They wiped out her entire family.
Every descendant.
Or so they believed.
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The Secret Child
Before sealing Raiden…
The Saint had done something forbidden.
Saints were never allowed to marry.
Never allowed to have children.
But she had fallen in love.
She gave birth to a son.
To protect him…
She secretly sold him to another family far away.
No one knew.
Not even the alliance.
The Saint died believing her bloodline survived.
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300 Years Later
Raiden remained sealed.
But someone never stopped searching.
His most loyal companion.
His butler.
Kaito.
For 300 years, Kaito hunted for a way to free his master.
Cold.
Elegant.
Deadly.
Eventually, he discovered a temporary solution.
A forbidden ritual.
Raiden could awaken.
But only for one month.
And he would have no powers.
Kaito used it.
Raiden opened his eyes for the first time in three centuries.
And immediately learned something interesting.
Vampires were experimenting with walking under sunlight permanently
But that wasn't the only discovery.
There was a rumor.
A Saint descendant still existed.
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The Saint's Descendant
His name was
Hayate.
Age: 17
Height: 6'2
Hair: Ice blue
Eyes: Ice blue
Personality:
Naive
Shy
Calm
Protective
He lived a completely normal life.
A high school student.
He had two best friends.
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Shiro
6'7 tall
Grey hair
Brown eyes
Confident.
Athletic.
Popular.
Captain of multiple sports teams.
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Ayame
6'2 tall
Long black and pink hair
Pink eyes
Proud.
Playful.
Chaotic.
A massive BL manga addict.
Her favorite hobby?
Trying to force Hayate and Shiro into romantic situations.
Because she desperately want to see and feel are BL fantasy Live.
The First Meeting:
Snow drifted gently across the school courtyard.
Students hurried through the cold morning air, their breaths turning into small clouds as winter tightened its grip on the city.
Inside Kurohana High School, the warmth of heaters and the noise of students filled the halls.
In Class 2-A, a tall boy with ice-blue hair and matching eyes sat quietly near the window.
His name was Hayate.
At 6'2, he was taller than most students, but his personality was the opposite of intimidating.
He was quiet.
Calm.
Shy.
The kind of person who apologized when someone else bumped into him.
Hayate rested his chin on his hand as he watched snow fall outside.
He loved mornings like this.
Peaceful.
Silent.
Unfortunately—
Peace rarely lasted long around his friends.
SLAM!
A notebook crashed onto his desk.
"Hayate!"
He nearly fell out of his chair.
Standing over him with glowing pink eyes and a mischievous grin was his childhood friend.
Ayame.
Her long black hair streaked with pink flowed down her back like silk.
She was beautiful.
Tall.
Proud.
And completely insane.
Specifically when it came to one topic.
"Have you thought about it?" she asked with a grin.
Hayate blinked.
"Thought about what?"
Ayame leaned closer.
Her smile widened slowly.
"Dating Shiro."
Hayate's brain shut down.
"…What?"
From the other side of the classroom, a tall boy sighed deeply.
Shiro.
At 6'7, he looked more like a professional athlete than a high school student.
His short grey hair and calm brown eyes gave him a confident, dependable appearance.
He was captain of the basketball team.
The soccer team.
And somehow still had the highest grades in class.
Basically—
He was annoyingly perfect.
Shiro rubbed his temples.
"Ayame."
"Yes?"
"Stop trying to turn my life into your BL manga."
Ayame gasped dramatically.
"You say that now, but the chemistry between you two is undeniable!"
Hayate buried his face in his hands.
"We're just friends!"
Ayame pointed at Shiro.
"You walk home together every day!"
She pointed at Hayate.
"You buy him lunch when he forgets!"
Then she pointed at both of them.
"That's literally the beginning of every BL story!"
Several students nearby snickered.
Hayate turned red.
Shiro sighed.
"I regret becoming friends with you."
Ayame smirked proudly.
"You're welcome."
Hayate muttered quietly.
"I don't even like boys…"
Ayame leaned closer.
"We'll see."
Before Hayate could protest again—
The classroom door slid open.
The teacher stepped inside.
"Alright everyone, take your seats."
Students groaned but returned to their desks.
But the teacher didn't start the lesson.
Instead he cleared his throat.
"We have a transfer student joining us today."
The class immediately became interested.
Whispers filled the room.
"A transfer student?"
"In the middle of the semester?"
"Maybe they're cute."
Then the door opened again.
And someone stepped inside.
The temperature of the room seemed to drop.
He was tall.
Very tall.
Almost as tall as Shiro.
But what truly caught everyone's attention was his appearance.
Long silver hair mixed with deep crimson strands flowed down his back.
His skin was pale like moonlight.
And his eyes—
They were unlike anything anyone had ever seen.
One eye shimmered emerald green.
The other glowed crystal blue.
They looked like gemstones.
Cold gemstones.
The room fell completely silent.
Even Ayame stopped talking.
The teacher adjusted his glasses awkwardly.
"This is our new student."
The boy slowly scanned the classroom.
His gaze was calm.
Unbothered.
Almost… bored.
Then his eyes stopped.
They landed on Hayate.
And stayed there.
Hayate suddenly felt strange.
Like invisible pressure had filled the room.
His heart began beating faster.
The teacher gestured toward the class.
"Go ahead and introduce yourself."
The new student finally looked away from Hayate.
His voice was low.
Smooth.
Dangerously calm.
"My name is Raiden."
The room seemed to grow colder.
Raiden placed one hand casually in his pocket.
Then he added quietly:
"I hope we get along."
He didn't sound like he cared.
The teacher nodded.
"Take the empty seat behind Hayate."
Hayate froze.
Behind him?
Raiden walked slowly down the aisle.
Every step felt heavy.
Students moved slightly out of the way without realizing it.
When he reached Hayate's desk…
He stopped.
For a moment.
Just standing there.
Looking down at him.
Hayate nervously turned around.
Their eyes met.
For a brief second—
Hayate felt like he was staring into something ancient.
Something powerful.
Something terrifying.
Then Raiden sat down.
The feeling disappeared instantly.
Hayate blinked.
Did he imagine it?
Behind him, Raiden rested his chin on his hand.
His eyes never left Hayate.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
The scent was unmistakable.
Saint blood.
After three hundred years…
He had finally found him.
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Five minutes later, Ayame leaned over from the next desk.
Her eyes sparkled like she had just discovered treasure.
She whispered loudly:
"Hayate."
"…Yes?"
She slowly pointed behind him.
"Look at the hot vampire-looking transfer student."
Hayate blinked.
"Vampire?"
She leaned even closer.
"The tension between you two is insane."
Hayate nearly choked.
"What tension?!"
Ayame grinned.
"Oh my god."
Her voice dropped to a dramatic whisper.
"This is going to be the best BL arc of my life."
Shiro groaned.
Raiden watched them silently.
His expression didn't change.
But his eyes glowed faintly.
After three centuries of waiting…
The key to his freedom sat directly in front of him.
And he had exactly one month before his temporary awakening ended.
Plenty of time.
He smiled faintly.
"Let's see what kind of person you are… Hayate."
Hayate suddenly shivered.
He didn't know why.
But for some reason…
He felt like someone had just decided his fate.