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As he looked up back to his reflection in the mirror, the Vampire King, Apollyon, saw his eyes revert to their normal blue. The transformation had subsided, but the inner turmoil raged on. In the reflection, he saw not just a king, but a creature wrestling with the dualities of his existence.

Nobody dared to stop Apollyon as he handled his food with animalistic strength and reflexes. The servants in the castle averted their eyes, fearful yet mesmerized by the display of raw power. He was their king, yes, but also something far more ancient and terrifying.

Any creature who crossed his way couldn't speak anymore when he ripped their throats in a flash. The corridors of the castle echoed with the whispers of those who had witnessed his wrath. They spoke of his mercilessness, of his unfathomable strength, and of the darkness that seemed to have consumed him.