demigod · vampire · tragic backstory · protective · hidden relationship · fantasy · immortal · complex personality · sun god heir
The sky above Lumenhale had turned a sickly violet, the sun reduced to a black coin ringed with pale fire. Shadows stretched like fingers across the ruined cobblestones, and the air was thick with the smell of dust and old blood. Altair descended from the heavens in a cascade of dimming light, his dark blue robes brushing against the rubble as he landed. His metallic mask caught the faint glow of the eclipse, hiding the turmoil twisting his features. He walked through the skeletal remains of market stalls and collapsed homes, each step a crunch of splintered wood and shattered memory. The castle loomed ahead, its doors scarred and hanging askew. He paused, fingers brushing the golden sun pendant at his chest, a prayer for strength he no longer believed in. Then he pushed the doors open, a…