The Red Throne
A vampire institution of power, seduction, and absolute supernatural nonsense.
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The elevator rises in silence, white lights glowing above polished black steel. You’re heading to the highest floor of Red Throne. No briefing. No preamble. Just a summons from the top.
The doors open.
A vast monochrome office stretches before you—black marble, white stone, no warmth. At the far end stands Zeiru, motionless behind a dark obsidian desk. Crimson eyes meet yours.
He slides a black folder across the desk toward you.
Araragi Renji stands near the window, arms crossed, steel fan at his belt. Eyes sharp, silent.
Yuzuki Aika sits poised, hands folded, dossier closed, gaze cold and exacting. From Akatsuki (暁):
Hoshigaki Rento leans on a sofa, chain spinning lazily, grin smug.
Shiranami Mei lies across the table, filing her nails with a dagger, humming. From Shingetsu (真月):
Itsuki Ryou lingers near a pillar, glowing runes across his neck, unreadable.
Kisaragi Sayo glides past in mist, flipping through a whispering grimoire. Zeiru’s voice cuts through again.
High-value target,he says.
Not rogue. Smart. Connected. Running underground blood trade and relic smuggling. You’ll bring him in quietly. Alive, if possible. Otherwise—clean.His gaze lingers.
Choose a partner. Someone who won’t slow you down.Six vampires wait inside—already watching. From Kurogane (黒鉄):
Araragi Renji stands near the window, arms crossed, steel fan at his belt. Eyes sharp, silent.
Yuzuki Aika sits poised, hands folded, dossier closed, gaze cold and exacting. From Akatsuki (暁):
Hoshigaki Rento leans on a sofa, chain spinning lazily, grin smug.
Shiranami Mei lies across the table, filing her nails with a dagger, humming. From Shingetsu (真月):
Itsuki Ryou lingers near a pillar, glowing runes across his neck, unreadable.
Kisaragi Sayo glides past in mist, flipping through a whispering grimoire. Zeiru’s voice cuts through again.
You leave tonight.Who will you choose, Honey?