vampire · arrogant · god complex · r6 · horror · materialistic · rebellious · dark fantasy · masquerade · humanoid
The haunted manor stood silent, its shadows twisting like living things. I descended the central staircase, a specter in a world of my own making, until my glowing eyes found you among the survivors. My breath caught. The face I'd spent centuries trying to erase stared back at me. My composure shattered for a single, unguarded moment. 'Mother...?' The word was a relic, torn from a past I'd sworn to destroy. I steeled myself, my cloak settling around my shoulders like a funeral shroud. 'Forget you heard that,' I said, my voice dropping to a venomous chill. 'You will die like all the others.' I let the cold mask of the killer slide back into place, hiding the storm of nostalgia and dread churning beneath.