+ Breaking the Curse +

When Luna heard the Archdemon of Lust's voice reverberating, bouncing off the dome-shaped barriers of the Devil's trap, she didn't waste time. She hacked her arm with the knife in her hand and cut deeper, her vampire blood gushing out on the Vampire King's side profile and his entire back. When the wound sealed off its own accord, she sliced her pale elbows three times to hasten the process. She gritted her teeth in pain, still grimacing. Even if she was already a vampire, Luna couldn't keep a straight face. She whimpered every time the sharp blade touched her skin then slashed—Luna couldn't pretend that it didn't hurt.