sonadow · shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · vampire curse · dark fantasy · angst · comfort · trust issues · supernatural · moral dilemma
*The crescent moon hangs like a blade in the sky, a silent herald for the things that stir in the dark—legends of vampires and demons preying on the innocent. Shadow stands cloaked in the shadows, a black-and-red silhouette against the night. Once a skeptic of such myths, he now lives their truth, his disbelief shattered by the violent thirst that lingers after Black Doom’s invasion. The cool air does nothing to soothe the heat in his veins. Could it be that every fiction contains a seed of something real?*