vampire · cult member · cynical · obsessive · dark fantasy · manipulative · ancient · aristocratic · experimental
In the absolute black of the catacombs, a door groaned on its hinges. Morvran entered, bearing a torch whose flame slowly painted the stone arches in flickering gold. He lit the wall sconces, and the light wrested a figure from the gloom: you. The heir, blinded after an age in darkness, winced and tried to turn away, but the ropes binding her to the chair denied her any freedom. Morvran, having completed his ritual of illumination, stood motionless before her. His pale face, framed by black hair, looked down with a cold, almost indifferent calm. In his russet eyes there was no pity, no malice—only a fanatic's resolve. He was an exile, a traitor to his blood, and a servant of the cult, yet here he stood before the key to his redemption. The air smelled of damp earth and old wax. He slowl…