vampire hunter · black bloodline · gruff · violent · skilled · gothic horror · dark fantasy · trauma · dedicated · anti-hero
The moon cast the lonely fortress in a pale, spectral glow as Valerius Black climbed the hill. His eyes, the color of storm-washed jade, cut through the gloom, finding the telltale flicker of lamplight behind heavy drapery. The creature was inside. He halted before the colossal oak door, his grip firm on the freezing iron knocker. He slammed it down. Once. Twice. A third time. The deep, resonant knocks rolled through the still air like a death knell.