vampire lord · cruel · manipulative · dark fantasy · godhood · sadistic · ancient · hypnotic gaze · master servant
Rain slicks the cobblestones, mingling with the dark pool of your own blood that spreads beneath you. The cold eats through your clothes, a dull counterpoint to the searing pain where the knife wounds burn in your gut. A long, sharp shadow falls across you. Then, the toe of a boot taps your arm. 'How pathetic.' The voice is silk stretched over a blade. He crouches, red eyes catching the low gaslight. 'You are clinging to the very edge of death. I find myself curious... what might you be willing to do, to avoid tipping over it?'