Haymand’s Blood - Chapter 1

Creak, creak, creak.

In the dark, silent hallway, a grating sound echoed relentlessly. It was the sound of something sharp scraping against metal.

As a faint silhouette emerged from the far end of the hallway, the noise grew louder. Though the darkness obscured their appearance, it was clear they raised a hand to clutch their throat.

“…My throat is burning…”

Surprisingly, the voice that broke the silence was slightly hoarse, but unmistakably that of a girl. It was filled with a languid drowsiness, as though she had just woken from a long sleep.

When the girl stopped, so did the sound. Clutching her throat with one hand, she slowly scanned her surroundings as if searching for something. Her gaze finally settled in one direction—the dimly lit end of the hallway. As if she’d found what she was looking for, a slow smile crept across her lips.

“Ah… someone who knows the bloodline of Heimand is over there…”

Lowering her hand from her throat, the girl began to move toward the light with slow, deliberate steps.

Creeeak, creak, creeeeak.

The sound of scraping metal resumed, following her as she walked.

“Ugh, ah, ahh!”

Golden hair cascaded down her pale back and spilled over the bed, not enough to cover her fully. The woman, face buried in the white sheets, lifted her hips as she accepted the man, moaning in ecstasy.

Unlike the woman, who wore nothing, the handsome man behind her, with his fiery red hair, was fully dressed in a neat uniform, except for his loosened trousers as he thrust into her.

His hands, gripping her slender waist, slid down to roughly grasp her bouncing breasts. The woman’s high-pitched moan of pain escaped her lips.

“Aah!”

However, the man paid no attention to the woman’s pain. Grasping her full breasts, which were spilling between his thick fingers, he moved his body even more intensely. Surprisingly, the sounds escaping the woman’s lips had shifted from those of pain to those filled with pleasure.

“Ah, mm, haah…”

As the woman twisted her body, shaking her head in ecstasy, the man smirked at the sight. With a smug grin, he thrust his manhood deep into her, hard enough to make a sharp slapping sound.

“Ahh!

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, the woman tilted her head back. Her wide-open eyes welled with tears, and a line of saliva trickled from her parted lips.

The man leaned down, whispering into her ear. Though his voice was soft, it carried an undertone of deep contempt.

“Hah… How surprising. To think the princess of the Khazar Kingdom would possess such a lustful body. It seems you’ve entertained quite a few men before…”

“…”

A fleeting moment of shame crossed the woman’s green eyes, briefly cutting through the haze of pleasure.

Her name was Luina Hivios, the second princess of the Khazar Kingdom, located in the northern regions. As the man had said, she was of noble birth, yet here she was, offering her body to him in such a humiliating position. The reason for her submission was that she had been presented as tribute to the emperor of the Bezethman Empire.

The Bezethman Empire, a nation located in the northern part of the Atlas continent, was often referred to as “the country loved by the gods” or “the country blessed by the gods.”

Despite its proximity to the Krausen Mountain Range, notoriously known as the “Demon’s Mountain,” the empire boasted fertile lands where anything planted grew abundantly, clear and pure waterways flowing across the terrain, and a temperate climate ideal for living. All of these qualities made the empire’s divine reputation well deserved.

Though the Bezethman Empire is now called the ruler of the North, it wasn’t always an empire. When the Bezethman Kingdom first emerged as a small kingdom in a remote corner of the northern lands, no one imagined it would one day become an empire.

However, within a few short years, the Bezethman Kingdom had conquered all the neighboring small kingdoms, expanding its territory. With its newfound strength, it established several vassal states and was recognized as an empire.

The strange part was that all these conquests took place within just two years—a feat impossible under normal circumstances.

After its rise, the vassal kingdoms—unwilling subjects—waited for the right moment. When the founding emperor, Heroyce Luam Tedor Heimand, passed away, they seized the opportunity and immediately rebelled.

After a long and grueling conflict, two kingdoms succeeded in gaining their independence, reducing the empire’s vassal states to just two. But 300 years later, those same kingdoms were once again crushed under the boots of the imperial army.

The empire didn’t stop there; it added another kingdom to its list of vassals. Astonishingly, just like during the time of the first emperor, all these conquests were completed within two years. Every 300 years after that, the empire waged wars of conquest, expanding its vassal states further.

But empires cannot thrive forever. The 18th emperor, Percel Luam Tedor Heimand, became known as the worst emperor in the empire’s history.

Swayed by the whispers of his second empress, he ruled with cruelty, executing anyone who displeased him without hesitation. Unsurprisingly, the people turned against him, and his loyal subjects either went into hiding or fled to other countries.

The vassal states did not miss this opportunity. Six of the empire’s ten vassal kingdoms rose up in rebellion simultaneously. The empire dispatched its armies to quell the uprisings, but not a single kingdom was subdued.

In the end, the empire was left with only four vassal states and a treasury drained by war. Still, Percel refused to come to his senses. Had things continued as they were, the empire might have lost all its vassal states and fallen into ruin.

Fortunately, the heavens did not abandon the empire. The man who deposed Percel from the throne was his own son, Kairas Luam Tedor Heimand. Born of the empress, Kairas had never forgotten his mother’s death at his father’s hands for daring to speak the truth.

Sent away as a hostage to a foreign land, Kairas eventually returned with an army and stormed the imperial palace. The soldiers, weary of the current emperor’s tyranny, did not resist. In fact, it is said that they not only stood aside but also threw off their imperial uniforms to join the rebel forces—a well-known story in the empire’s history.

Kairas, supported by his four loyal companions, entered the imperial palace without bloodshed. The first thing he did was behead his father, who was drunkenly cavorting with a maid, unaware of the rebellion.

Kairas showed no mercy to the second empress, who had corrupted his father and ruined the empire, nor to her children. He executed everyone connected to her before ascending the throne at the age of 22.

Cold and ruthless, Kairas was as competent as the empire’s founding emperor. His sharp intellect, decisive actions, and unwavering composure in any situation allowed him to quickly stabilize the empire.

By the age of 25, Kairas had launched his first conquest. His target was the Khazar Kingdom, which had gained its independence during the earlier rebellion. The Khazar Kingdom braced itself for a fierce battle.

The war lasted nearly six months, with the Khazar Kingdom putting up stronger resistance than Kairas had expected. But in the end, Kairas led his army to victory, crushing the kingdom and setting its palace ablaze.

After beheading the Khazar king and crown prince, Kairas placed the third prince, who had cooperated with him, on the throne. Like Kairas, the third prince was the child of a concubine, cast aside in favor of other heirs, and had lived in exile in the kingdom’s remote regions.

Soon after Kairas returned to the empire, the new Khazar king sent his beautiful half-sister, Luina, as tribute to the emperor.

Yet Luina had not been forced to come. At first, she was reluctant, but her half-brother—now the king—persuaded her. He suggested that she could seduce the emperor and perhaps become his empress. With her beauty, he assured her, it would be easy to win the emperor’s heart.

Confident in her looks, Luina was intrigued. After all, there had been no man in the Khazar Kingdom whom she couldn’t seduce. Surely, the emperor of the empire would be no different. And so, she made her way to the empire.

When Luina was first led into the hall where the victory banquet was being held, she had no doubt that she would soon be embraced by the emperor. But her beauty held no sway over the emperor of the empire. She had approached him with her most seductive gaze and smile, yet it was she who ended up mesmerized.

The emperor of the empire was a strikingly handsome man with red hair and silver eyes, tall and well-built. He seemed as if he had been personally sculpted by the gods. Even the cold, ruthless aura that radiated from his imposing figure felt irresistibly alluring.

She desired him—she wanted to be held by such a man. But the emperor merely looked down at her with a mocking gaze. Instead of claiming her, he gifted her to one of his generals, as if she were nothing more than a trinket to be passed along. The emperor’s words, tinged with scorn, still echoed in her ears.

“My loyal servant, Hayad Crowell. As a reward for your great service, I present you with this beautiful princess. I’ll even lend you a room in the palace so you can enjoy her to your heart’s content.”

She didn’t even have time to process her disappointment. As if the emperor’s words were a command, Hayad had immediately taken her to this very room. Since then, she had been left panting beneath him, forced to endure his relentless advances. And now, she found herself in a humiliating position she had once scorned as fit only for animals—mounted beneath him in the lowly position of a submissive.

“…Hah!”

Luina bit her lower lip, but when Hayad’s towering manhood thrust forcefully into her once more, she could no longer endure it. She buried her face back into the bed, overwhelmed by the sensation.

Hayad, watching the princess pant and gasp beneath him, looked down at her with mocking eyes before glancing toward the clock hanging in the room. Nearly an hour had passed since he had left the banquet hall, following the emperor’s command.

‘I’ve had my fun. It’s about time I finish up. His Majesty must be waiting.’

Hayad gripped the princess’s pale hips with enough force to leave marks as he began thrusting rapidly. His lord had ordered him to humiliate and degrade the Khazar princess as much as possible, which was why he had deliberately chosen the degrading position typically reserved for prostitutes. He had assumed that no royal like her would easily accept such humiliation. Yet, to his disappointment, she was gasping mindlessly, consumed by the pleasure.

‘How many men did she toy with back in her kingdom?’

Smirking to himself, Hayad focused solely on satisfying his own desires. He continued his rough, inconsiderate thrusts, caring little for the princess. Though Luina’s moans of pleasure had shifted into pained whimpers, he paid no attention.

“Ugh…”

As the overwhelming pleasure surged through him, Hayad hurriedly withdrew, positioning himself over her buttocks and releasing his seed there instead. He had no intention of leaving his mark inside the princess. The thick, cloudy liquid he expelled slowly trickled down her firm, reddened cheeks, where his hands had gripped tightly moments before.

“Hah… hah…”

Freed from Hayad’s grasp, Luina collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath. Tears pooled in her eyes, a mixture of pain and intense pleasure evident in her expression.

No man had ever treated her so roughly before. Feeling as if she had been reduced to nothing more than a common prostitute, Luina bit her lower lip, but her body froze at Hayad’s next words.

“You’re exactly as the rumors say. It seems I’m not enough to fully satisfy you. I’ll send someone more experienced to take care of you.”

“…!”

To Luina, his words were like a bolt from the blue. When she realized she couldn’t seduce the emperor, she had quickly decided to change her strategy. Becoming the mistress of the emperor’s most trusted general, if not the emperor himself, seemed like a reasonable alternative. But now, the idea of being passed on to another man…

Hayad leaned down toward the now pale-faced Luina and whispered coldly. His previously disheveled appearance was once again neat and orderly, as if nothing had happened.

“You should have treated your half-brother better. If you had, perhaps you wouldn’t have ended up in such a situation in a foreign land like this…”

Just as he was about to finish his mocking remark, Hayad froze, startled. He felt a sudden, intense wave of killing intent. It was so powerful that it sent a chill down his spine, and beads of cold sweat began to drip down the back of his neck.