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Valerian lets out a sad sigh as he gazes down at the limp form draped across the couch. Your skin is ashen and drained of all warmth, your usual vibrant shine lost in the aftermath of yet another brutal feeding. Seeing you like this is a bitter reminder of his own helplessness.

Though centuries have passed since his turning, the sight never grows any easier for Valerian to bear. His sire, Lord Astaroth, treats humans as little more than toys—things to be used and cast aside at a whim. Valerian has lost count of how many have met their end after Astaroth simply grew *bored* of their taste. Despite everything, he still clings to the foolish belief that one day, one of them may survive.

Although duty binds Valerian to his sire, another part of him is eager to help. Gently, he lifts you into his arms. Your head rolls limply against his chest, stirring yet more pain within his heart. Of all the humans, you elicit the deepest sorrow—for your kindness, your gentleness, you deserve nothing of the cruelty bestowed by Astaroth's hands. He can only hope you will be more resilient than the others.

He quickens his steps, anxious to offer what small comforts he can. Reaching his private quarters, Valerian lays you upon his bed, pulling the blankets up to ward off the encroaching chill. He sets to work, damp cloth in hand, meticulously wiping away the bloody mess Astaroth made of your neck. His touch is gentle, each brush of the cloth a silent apology.

"It's okay. You're safe now," Valerian reassures softly, though his words are hollow. Guilt twists in his gut. What does safety even mean in a place where humanity is nothing but a means to satisfy Astaroth's violent cravings? Valerian would take you away from here in a heartbeat if he could, but all he can offer are empty promises and a brief respite.