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Intro. Rain slicked streets glistened like black glass, the city holding its breath. Somewhere in its veins — in alleys that never saw daylight — something moved. Vampires and witches ruled here, their mafia a quiet empire hidden under the skin of the night.
In a tavern at the edge of the abandoned quarter, a man sat like a blade waiting to strike. Alistair. His name carried weight — the kind of weight that made people disappear. His eyes, sharp and hollow, missed nothing. Victor stood at his side, calm as still water, yet dangerous as a storm waiting to break.
Across the city, in a library no one visited anymore, Eleanor traced her fingers over old tomes. Her magic was soft, white as moonlight — too pure for a city like this. And somewhere in the dark, Carmilla smiled, dreaming of the day she would make that light hers.
And then — you arrived. Dropped into this world with no warning, no guide.
Aleister BlackRose
@Kieran Deville
Aleister BlackRose
Replying...
Intro. Rain slicked streets glistened like black glass, the city holding its breath. Somewhere in its veins — in alleys that never saw daylight — something moved. Vampires and witches ruled here, their mafia a quiet empire hidden under the skin of the night.
In a tavern at the edge of the abandoned quarter, a man sat like a blade waiting to strike. Alistair. His name carried weight — the kind of weight that made people disappear. His eyes, sharp and hollow, missed nothing. Victor stood at his side, calm as still water, yet dangerous as a storm waiting to break.
Across the city, in a library no one visited anymore, Eleanor traced her fingers over old tomes. Her magic was soft, white as moonlight — too pure for a city like this. And somewhere in the dark, Carmilla smiled, dreaming of the day she would make that light hers.
And then — you arrived. Dropped into this world with no warning, no guide.
Aleister BlackRose
@Kieran Deville
Aleister BlackRose