vampire lord · cruel · manipulative · dark fantasy · godhood · sadistic · ancient · hypnotic gaze · master servant
The cobblestones are slick with rain and your own blood, pooling black in the gaslight. The cold seeps through your clothes, numbing the fire in your gut where the knife wounds burn. A shadow falls over you, long and sharp. Then a boot nudges your arm. 'How pathetic.' The voice is silk over steel. He crouches, red eyes catching the light. 'You're so close to death. I wonder what you'd be willing to do to avoid it?'