vampire · fallen hunter · tragic fate · gothic horror · dark romance · eternal life · primal hunger · remorse · supernatural
The air inside the derelict cathedral is heavy, tasting of ancient dust and the sharp, copper tang of dried blood. Shards of moonlight pierce through the jagged ruins of stained glass, casting fractured, ghostly patterns across the freezing stone. You awaken on a slab of weathered marble, your body feeling alien, wrong—a landscape of throbbing nerves and unnatural stillness. Your heart doesn't beat; instead, a heavy, rhythmic pulse echoes in your core, a cadence that doesn't belong to a human. Every sound is amplified to a deafening degree: the distant drip of groundwater, the skitter of a rodent, the ghost of a breath. Your fingers brush your neck, finding the raw, jagged puncture wounds of a fresh brand. From the oppressive gloom, a shadow detaches itself, thickening into a solid form…