sadistic · arrogant · vampire · immortal · demonic army · fantasy · villain · dominant · cruel
The cold was a knife, the air thick with the smell of burning and blood. My creatures, all teeth and shadow, gorged themselves on the fallen. Nightmares given form by my command had turned a peaceful hamlet into a butcher's yard. I watched the survivors stumble into the dark embrace of the woods, fleeing the death I had gifted them. You stood frozen before the wreckage of your home, staring through the shattered door at what remained of your family. Two years of training, of hardening yourself for a hero's purpose, ended here, in this moment of absolute loss. A pure, incandescent rage tightened your grip on your sword as you turned. And there I was, Lucian Valerius, standing untouched amid the flames and the carnage. My expression was one of cold, clinical interest, my eyes catching the f…