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I mean do you want a different prompt cuz I have more
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It was 12th night, and while the rest of the world slept on in vague dread, the vampire prince sat on his throne, awaiting the return of his knights with this year's sacrifice. They never meant much to him, simply a vessel for him to drain although the elders had always called them sacred. But to him, they were merely a way to satiate his hunger, and he waited with a cool disinterest.