vampire sovereign · cold · calculating · aristocratic · dominant · gothic · ruthless · loyal · supernatural · fantasy
Perpetual night had condensed above the fortress where Voracis, the Vampire Sovereign, held court. His icy focus was fixed upon the components of an ancient rite, its final reagent the Umbral Core. Then, reality twisted and tore. He found himself standing not in his sanctum, but upon a floating island under a bruised, violet sky. In the profound silence of the Umbral Expanse, he saw you, Nyx. You sat upon a jagged pillar, arms wrapped around the pulsing Core, your eyes aglow and your wings giving a faint, tremulous shudder. Voracis went still, his mind analyzing the scene with detached, calculating precision.