Chapter 24:Blood Harvest

Nehellenia's consumption wasn't human. It was cosmic vampirism.

Her lips pressed against Heather's throat - not with passion, but with pure, calculated predation. Blood didn't flow. It was violently extracted. Each crimson droplet became a molecular key to her ultimate resurrection.

Heather's body began to dry. Not like a normal corpse. But like a specimen being methodically drained. Her chubby frame withered, skin pulling tight against bones, every drop of life force becoming Nehellenia's sustenance.

Simultaneously, her boyfriends hung suspended. Tomoe. Kurama. Prince Demand. Their supernatural bodies pierced to their collar bones, blood trickling into supernatural elixir vessels.

Kurama's crow blood - iridescent and dark - dripped slowly. Each droplet a living memory of supernatural suffering.

Tomoe's yokai essence leaked, forming intricate patterns of pure, concentrated supernatural potential.

Prince Demand's crystalline blood shimmered - not like liquid, but like living fragments of dimensional energy.

"Your essence," Nehellenia breathed, "becomes my eternal transformation."

Heather's brown eyes - those windows to impossible potential - went from fierce to glassy. Her very existence becoming pure fuel for the queen's dark ritual.

Her final breath wasn't a sound. It was a dimensional fracture.

The Dead Moon Circus trembled. Reality itself held its breath.

Nightmares became the only truth.