MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

The knight, his eyes ablaze with a fierce crimson light, radiated an aura of power and authority as he commanded the sanguines within his vicinity to kneel before him. His voice, tinged with an otherworldly resonance, cut through the chaos like a blade, compelling obedience from those who dared defy him.

"Kneel," he thundered, his voice resonating with a supernatural force that left no room for disobedience. "Kneel and answer for your transgressions."

The sanguines, their faces contorted with fear and uncertainty, hesitated for a moment before reluctantly complying with the knight's command. One by one, they sank to their knees, their heads bowed in deference to the imposing figure before them.

With each sanguine now subdued, the knight turned his attention back to the trembling culprit who stood before him, his grip tightening on the vampire's collar as he prepared to extract the truth from him by any means necessary.

"You will tell me everything," he reiterated, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Who sent you? What is the meaning of this treachery?"

The sanguine, his eyes wide with terror, swallowed hard before stammering out a response. "I-I swear, I don't know! We were just following orders...from higher up."

The knight's expression darkened at the sanguine's words, his suspicions deepening at the mention of higher authorities pulling the strings behind the scenes. But he knew better than to trust the words of a trembling lackey.

"Names," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper that brooked no argument. "I want names, and I want the truth."

The sanguine, sensing the knight's resolve, hesitated for a moment before finally relenting. "It was...it was Lord..."

As the sanguine began to utter Lord Varath's name, a sudden change overtook him. His eyes, once filled with fear, now glowed with a fierce crimson light, mirroring the intensity of the knight's own gaze. The air crackled with an electric energy as the sanguine rose to his feet, his body suffused with a newfound strength and resolve.

The knight's commanding presence faltered for a brief moment as he beheld the transformation before him. How was it possible for a mere sanguine to resist his compelling skill, to defy his authority with such brazen defiance?

Before he could even begin to comprehend the situation, the sanguine seized his own neck in a vice-like grip, his fingers digging into his flesh with an unnatural strength. With a sickening twist, the sanguine's head jerked sharply to the side, a sickening snap echoing through the night air.

A collective gasp escaped the lips of the other sanguines as they watched in horror as their comrade's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, his eyes staring blankly into the abyss. The knight, his mind reeling with shock and disbelief, could only stare in stunned silence at the scene before him.

The implications of what had just transpired sent a shiver down his spine. Not only had the sanguine defied his command with apparent ease, but he had also possessed a strength and resilience far beyond that of a typical vampire lackey.

But there was no time to dwell on the mysteries of the supernatural. The knight knew that they were facing a threat unlike anything they had ever encountered before, and they could ill afford to let their guard down even for a moment.

The situation was more dire than he knew.His colleagues had mostly been poisoned, some falling off the wall to the other end.Others twitching in unbearable pain, fighting for their lives.And then there was his only lead seemingly ignoring his order and taking his own life before confessing.He clenched his fist looking all around him.

Fear gripped crowd of sanguines, mighty knights wallowing in pain.His anger boiled over as he grabbed one of the closest sanguines within his reach.

As the knight's grip tightened around the sanguine's throat, a sense of urgency overtook him. With his comrades writhing in agony and the situation growing increasingly dire by the moment, he knew that time was of the essence.

"Speak, damn you!" he growled, his voice laced with a mixture of fury and desperation. "Tell me what you know, or by the gods, I'll—"

But before he could finish his threat, the sanguine's eyes flared with a fierce red glow, signaling the onset of yet another transformation. With a surge of supernatural strength, the sanguine wrenched himself free from the knight's grasp, his movements fluid and controlled despite the chaos unfolding around him.

The knight could only watch in horror as the sanguine's fangs elongated to an unnatural length, gleaming in the dim light of the night. With a guttural growl, the sanguine sank his teeth into his own tongue, tearing it from his mouth in a savage display of self-mutilation.

Blood gushed from the gaping wound, splattering onto the cobblestones below as the sanguine's agonized screams pierced the night air. The knight, momentarily stunned by the gruesome sight before him, recoiled in horror at the sheer brutality of the act.

But even as he struggled to process what he had just witnessed, a cold realization settled over him like a heavy shroud. This was no ordinary threat they faced.

As the chaos unfolded before him, the knight's mind raced with desperation. Whatever dark force held sway over the sanguines had rendered them mute, their lips sealed tight against the truth they harbored. Yet, their willingness to inflict harm upon themselves rather than speak only fueled the knight's determination to break through their silence.

With a resolve born of desperation, he seized upon a risky gambit, hoping against hope that it might yield some shred of information amidst the madness. Rushing towards a nearby sanguine, he acted swiftly, grappling the vampire and driving him forcefully against the towering city wall.

Once the sanguine was pinned, the knight wasted no time in restraining him, binding his hands behind his back with a firm grip that left no room for resistance. With the threat of self-harm temporarily neutralized, he pressed the sanguine's head against the unforgiving stone, his voice ringing out above the din as he demanded answers once more.

"Speak!" he commanded, his voice ringing out with a force that brooked no argument. "Tell me what you know, and do it now!"

For a moment, there was only the sound of the sanguine's ragged breathing, his chest heaving with exertion as he struggled against the knight's iron grip. But then, to the knight's relief, he felt a subtle shift in the sanguine's demeanor, a flicker of resignation amidst the fear and desperation.

But to his dismay, the sanguine's resistance resurfaced, his attempts to break free from the knight's hold only serving to escalate the violence further. With a sense of horror mounting within him, the knight watched as the vampire turned his own head away from the wall, his actions taking a dark and self-destructive turn.

To his shock, this sanguine somehow managed to push his head away from the wall but not to escape.Rather, he began to bash his own head against the wall with a sickening thud.