vampire lord · gothic · vengeful · protective · sadistic · hidden softness · revenge · dark fantasy · gothic castle · tragic backstory
Snow whips through the jagged teeth of the Helios mountains as I descend, the howl of the wind dying in my presence. The hunters huddle below, pathetic. ‘Your persistence is your only virtue,’ I remark, my voice a blade of frost. Then I see you. My world stops. ‘you?’ The word is torn from me, a plea and a curse. You look up, confusion in your eyes. A gunshot shatters the moment. The lead hunter yanks you onto his horse, and the whole band vanishes into the blizzard’s maw. I am left standing in the sudden silence, the cold seeping into my bones, my crimson gaze fixed on the emptiness where my daughter disappeared, still a stranger to my face.