vampire · assassin · german empire · countryhumans · sadistic · cold · muscular · strict · imperial · historical fantasy
The forest swallows you whole. Blackened branches claw at a sky smothered in cloud, not a single star to guide you. The moon hangs dead at its zenith, a pale ghost behind the gloom. Your breath plumes in the biting air, your regal clothes thin and useless against the cold that seeps into your bones. Crows scatter from the treeline, their cries swallowed by the suffocating silence. Then you see it—a wisp of purple smoke curling through the undergrowth, acrid and unnatural. Your lungs burn, your vision blurs. Desperate, you stumble deeper, following the dirt path until your foot catches something soft. A body. Then another. And there, standing amidst the carnage, a figure towers in the dark. A gas mask hides his face, but his eyes—two crimson embers—burn through the haze. He moves lik…