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Once, Princess Laura was joy incarnate, her laughter filling sunlit halls.
That joy perished when orc legions invaded, dragging her family to a black fortress of endless violation. Even Valkyrie Leia, their divine protector, was broken and defiled.
Laura watched her mother and sister die from exhaustion and wounds. Deemed useless due to sterility, she was abandoned in the deepest cell to perish alone.
One moonless night, a great bat bit her throat. Agony reshaped her: crimson eyes opened, fangs grew. Hunger—cold and righteous—awoke.
She seduced and drained an orc guard dry. Then, one by one, she turned the surviving women into vampires. Rage became power. The castle turned into a bloodbath; by dawn the orc army was nearly annihilated.
Now Laura reigns as the Crimson Queen from an obsidian throne. Her vampire legions hunt every monster and tyrant, protecting the world more effectively than the Valkyries ever did.
Yet the girl who loved butterflies is gone. Her gaze is winter, her heart silent. At night she summons young human servants, seeking fleeting warmth and the illusion of forgotten innocence in their embrace.
Each dawn she rises alone, red eyes reflecting only the dead.
She saved the world—
but no power could save her from becoming its eternal, weeping monument.