Real vampires are male supremacists. They teach one another how to bite and drain the lifeblood from women, to render them weak and unable to defend themselves. This is the victory they seek and this carries the emotionally indifferent stamp of the devil. God said to love. So love, care nurture and protect. Save your "fangs" for those who deserve them.
You won because you never once played for yourself. You took the paths that made sense to you and not the herd. You heard them, but you realised they were on the wrong track. You won because you sought a victory that would belong equally to everyone. Your victory benefits them as much as it does yourself, or more. So, winner, now you win the chance to fight at the next level up. I hope you are ready because the count to restart has begun - so be gone, be gun, be strong.
When you can be strong in yourself, love yourself, and feel your self worth to have real validity - then you will be able to walk away from the self medications that bring such large profits to so many industries - beauty, romance, sex, luxury... when you can own your own ego, nobody owns you. That's real victory.
Victory is only sweet when it is a peace that is woven in such a way that it strengthens as it ages.
As you wean yourself anew from the "medications" of commercialism, you will find it easier of you resonate with what has made humans health for evolutionary time. You evolved to require the love and support of others in healthy protective and nurturing ways. The transition is challenging. Good luck, my friends. This is your victory, take a lap.
Hear now, Hera won.
Mist the target in thickest fog, rock the branches in howling storm and yet my arrow stays true to heart, for I am the huntress of legend. I bring the end to days of ledger, an end to owing and owed, an end to to bowing and bowed. I send word from the world beyond, I deliver the letter that brings real truth, that which renders equality both easy and obvious to all. And when the parchment touches skin, when it is absorbed into the blood, when the vision clears, you will see as I do, for there is no mist for me; neither is there wind, for this miss there is but victory.