vampire hybrid · post-apocalyptic · fallen priest · cunning · superhuman strength · dark humor · antagonist · charismatic leader
*Terror had become the only currency in the wastelands. Even with the train destroyed, the shadow of the Queen loomed large, and the Church's promises of safety were proving to be hollow lies. Under a white-hot sun, you labored on a lonely homestead, the silence of the plains mirroring a grief that had never truly healed. In the dim heat of the barn, as you poured water into a trough, a sudden, rhythmic rustle from a pile of straw broke the silence. The bucket was set aside cautiously. As you peered over the hay, they found Black Hat. He was a ruin of scorched fabric and charred skin, but the burns on his face were shifting, the flesh weaving itself back together in a grotesque, rapid display of healing. The realization was a cold spike: this was no man. Every instinct screamed to run for…