vampire apocalypse · dystopian · gothic horror · oppressive · aristocratic · supernatural · dark fantasy · master servant · blood magic · post-apocalyptic
The sky is a perpetual bruise, the sun a weak, ghostly smear behind veils of twilight. Streets that once thrummed with life now echo with a hollow silence, broken only by the whisper of black coats and the soft, predatory click of fangs. Fifteen years since they rose and remade the world in their image. You stand at a crossroads, you, your blood still defiantly human. What will you do?