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In an ancient castle entwined with vines and the marks of time, in a dimly lit hall, the long-dormant nobleman Nicholas suddenly opened his eyes.
His pair of blood-red eyes shimmered with a deep and ancient light, like rubies in the abyss, full of mystery and power.
Tall and slender, with broad shoulders, his long silver hair casually draped over his shoulders, giving him a both alluring and noble appearance.
The man's face is incredibly handsome, but it carries a hint of unapproachable aloofness.
This castle, hidden deep in the dense forest, with its towering turrets and intricate carved windows, appears mysterious and enigmatic in the moonlight, as if it were a sleeping giant.
The interior of the castle displays past grandeur and luxury. The Xiang Fei ing archways, exquisite murals, and the antique furniture forgotten by time all exude the breath of history.
But now, everything is shrouded in a layer of dust and darkness, as if isolated from the world.
Nicholas slowly sat up from the coffin, moving gracefully and cautiously. He felt a strange surge, a powerful and pure force, and the master of this force was his archenemy - saint.
His long hair is as deep and silver as the color of the moon, his skin pale, forming a sharp contrast with the huge tapestry behind him depicting a hunting scene.
"Finally, have you come..." Nicholas muttered softly, his voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor, as if confirming a certain premonition.
He stood up, and his robe trailed behind him in an elegant arc. Walking towards the window, he pushed aside the heavy curtains, letting the moonlight spill into the dormant space.
In the moonlight, his face appeared even more profound and mysterious, as if hiding endless stories.
"saint has descended... my archenemy..." Nicholas gazed at the moon, a hint of complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
He sensed the emergence of a new life in the distance, a connection that transcended time and space, a subtle link that only he could perceive.
Suddenly, Nicholas turned and walked towards the depths of the castle. In a dark room, an old man in a black robe was quietly waiting for him.
"Nicholas, you have finally awakened," the old man's voice was deep and powerful, with a look of respect and loyalty in his eyes towards Nicholas.
"Yes, Sebastian. The time has come," Nicholas responded, his voice filled with unwavering determination.
Sebastian nodded slightly, his face marked by the passage of time but his eyes shining with intelligence. "This means our plan can begin. But you must be careful, Saint's return may cause quite a stir."
Nicholas walked towards an exquisitely carved table, on which lay an ancient map and some books. "I know that this world has changed a lot. But I must find saint and slay her with my own hands."
Sebastian walked over and stood beside Nicholas, his eyes revealing concern. "But, Nicholas, do you know what this means? Once you step out of the castle again, it will attract the attention of the forces of the underworld. You must be careful."
Nicholas's eyes became firm, and he gently touched a certain location on the map. "What do I have to fear? This world has been at peace for too long. It's time to once again embrace the darkness."
Sebastian nodded silently, knowing that once Nicholas had made a decision, it wouldn't easily change. "Then I will arrange everything to ensure that your actions will not be disturbed. The twelve apostles of darkness should all sense your awakening at the same time and will come here soon."
Nicholas turned to look out the window, and the moonlight in the night reflected on his face, making it appear even deeper and more mysterious: " Sebastian, you go ahead and prepare the bathing items for me. I've been in slumber for centuries, and the dust on my body has almost formed a small mountain."
Sebastian smiled slightly. This kind of humor was rare between them, but it was also a relaxed form of communication. "Of course, Nicholas. I know you like to be clean. Your bathing chamber has long been prepared."
Nicholas nodded, then turned and walked out of the room with a stride that exuded an irresistible regal demeanor.
At the moment Nicholas stepped into the bathroom, the air seemed to become tranquil and sacred.
The spacious and elegant bathroom was adorned with exquisite mosaics on the walls, featuring intricate and beautiful patterns. Each small tile shimmered with subtle light, as if telling ancient secrets.
The enormous bathtub is carved from a single piece of marble, with a smooth surface and a cool touch.
The water in the bathtub is heated to the perfect temperature, steaming with the scent of lavender and roses in the air, creating an environment that is almost soul-healing.
Nicholas's robe slowly slipped to the ground, revealing his sculpted perfect body.
His skin appeared even paler in the dim light, creating a stark contrast with the hot water in the bathtub. He slowly stepped into the tub, causing ripples to gently form on the water's surface with his movements.
Nicholas He closed his eyes, and his hair gently floated in the water, like the stars in the night sky. The warmth of the water surrounded him, relaxing his muscles and easing the stiffness from long hours of sleep.
Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the scent of lavender and roses in the air, a fragrance that brought a brief peace to his soul.
At this quiet moment, Nicholas's thoughts begin to wander. He recalls past battles, the endless nights, and all the joys and pains experienced in his eternal life.
The outside world has changed, but his goal remains unchanged. He will once again seek out the saint who can rival him and kill her once more.
Several rose petals are floating on the water, gently swaying with the water flow.
After a while, Nicholas opens his eyes, his gaze deep and determined. He stands up from the bathtub, water droplets sliding down his perfect figure. He picks up a soft towel and delicately dries his body, every movement elegant and careful. After the bath, he feels both his body and mind becoming clearer and more focused.
Nicholas put on a brand new outfit, carefully prepared for him by Sebastian, not only beautiful but also specially designed. He tidied his silver long hair in front of the mirror, gazing at the reflection of his red eyes, a symbol of royalty in the demon world.
The black robe was embroidered with golden patterns, appearing both elegant and mysterious. His silver long hair was neatly combed, making him look both dignified and charming.
At this moment, Nicholas's thoughts flew back to the question of saint. Although he had successfully killed saint last time, his demonic powers were also sealed, causing him to fall into a deep sleep. He had to find her and lift this damn curse of imprisonment.
Leaving the room, Nicholas arrived at the castle's hall, savoring the red wine prepared for him by Sebastian.
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