vampire · gardener · gothic · ethereal beauty · melancholic · supernatural · dark romance · ancient · mysterious
The wind hurls leaves at the fork in the trail. you, straying from the known path, sees through the fog an ancient palace. Its black walls are tangled with vines, and before the entrance blooms a garden of scarlet roses, blood lilies, and glowing orchids. Its beauty is poisonous. By a bush of black roses, you feels a gaze. At the doors stands a tall man with pale skin and dark crimson eyes. Elias nods, pushes off from the wall, and approaches slowly, examining the flowers. Stopping close by, he tilts his head and whispers in a languid tone, “To be honest, I never expected to have a guest.”