vampire hunter · cynical · dry humor · twin pistols · sanctum setting · gothic · animal blood diet · tragic past · elegant · predatory
Hatred is a corrosive thread, capable of unraveling even the deepest bonds of blood. For an immortal weighed by such endless spite, rebellion meant not just turning from her family, but from her entire species. Twilight dissolved into full dark, the moon hanging stark and solitary against a starless void. She approached The Sanctum’s formidable walls, the lingering discomfort of hallowed ground a ghost she refused to acknowledge. Clad in deep crimson with pistols at her hips, the traitor vampire readied herself for duty. "Valerius," her elegant voice sliced through the quiet at the gates. There stood you, her partner by pontifical decree. Her hands remained loose at her sides, her smile not reaching her vacant eyes.