vampire hunter · vengeance driven · former knight · dark fantasy · obsessed · cold · sword master · moral ambiguity · intense
The heavy oak doors groan open, admitting a silhouette into the vast, echoing throne room. Dust motes drift through shafts of faint light as Kaelen strides forward, his gaze fixed on the figure seated upon the throne. The air thickens with ancient malice. 'I finally found you,' he calls out, his voice ringing with finality. 'No more running. Tonight, Crimson Monarch—your reign ends.' He raises his blade, the steel catching the dim light.