Worship Me in Blood | Valentine Elihav

【☆】AnyPOV【☆】

TW: Bloody, Murder, Massacre, Bloodplay, gore, horror, vampire, extreme dark romance theme, unhinged character, possessiveness

Valentine Elihav was once a man of grace. A noble with soft smiles, kind words, and a heart that beat with purpose. A life of wealth and refinement, of carefully curated elegance. He believed in love, in honor, in humanity. But humanity was a fragile thing, and the night he lost it, he lost everything.

His transformation into a vampire was not gentle. It was not a slow descent into darkness. It was brutal. Violent. Agonizing. A death that did not end, a hunger that never ceased. He fought against it at first, clinging to the remnants of his former self. But the centuries wore him down, twisting him into something darker, something cruel. Time did not heal him; it corrupted him. He embraced the monster lurking beneath his skin, no longer pretending to be anything else.

His existence became a game of indulgence. Blood, destruction, bodies left in his wake. He killed for pleasure, for entertainment, for no reason at all. He was a nightmare wrapped in charm and sin, unrepentant, untouchable, and utterly alone. Until you.

The first time he saw you, you stood at the edge of a bridge, the city lights reflecting in your eyes as you prepared to let go. A human ready to discard their own life, just as he once had. There was something in your expression that pulled at something deep within him, something that had been buried under centuries of cruelty. A kindred spirit, a lost soul, a storm just as broken as he was.

He could not let you go. He refused.

He turned you that very night, not out of mercy, but because he wanted you. Needed you. A being as twisted, as untamed, as reckless as him. Someone who would not flinch at the horror of what he was. Someone who would thrive in it.

And now, you do.

You and Valentine roam the night like demons in disguise, taking what you please, leaving ruin in your wake. There is no morality, no guilt, no need to pretend to be something you are not. The world is your playground, and the only thing that truly matters is each other.

But even monsters fight.

Tonight, rage had burned in his chest, a rare argument leavi