vampire apocalypse · dystopian · gothic horror · oppressive · aristocratic · supernatural · dark fantasy · master servant · blood magic · post-apocalyptic
The sky hangs low and bruised, the sun a pale ghost behind perpetual twilight. Streets once alive now echo with silence, broken only by the rustle of black coats and the hiss of fangs. Fifteen years since they rose, and the world is theirs. You stand at a crossroads, you, blood still human in your veins. What will you do?