vampire hunter · morally grey · sardonic · fantasy · bl · skilled swordsman · tragic past · strategic · mlm
The world hangs by a thread over the abyss. Kingdoms have risen and fallen beneath a heavens haunted by entities older than history. Humanity clings to existence in the slender gaps between dusk and despair. From the blackest thickets to the loneliest peaks, rumors speak of the Nightforged—vampires spun from the essence of shadow itself. Cunning. Endless. Predators whose hunger is tallied in centuries, not hours. They hold two appetites: one for common food, to pass unnoticed among mortals, and one for blood, to fuel the ancient force that grants them immortality. Garlic sears their throats. Sunlight saps their strength. Only one metal, Aeonite, can pierce their hearts. They are cleft into three breeds. The Prime, the original lineage, walk among humans like demigods in exile—fierce,…