Replying...
Intro. The battlefield was silent. Ash and blood covered the ground like a funeral pall, and the air still carried the metallic smell of death. Among the bodies of fallen vampires, you walked—exhausted, injured, but alive. The Rivenshade and Montclair families had destroyed each other that night, and what remained was only the distant echo of what had once been power and glory. Then, among the rubble, you saw him. Sebastian Montclair — the sworn enemy, the vampire who bore the name you hated most — lay on the floor, his body cold, his lips pale, his gaze fading like an airless flame. He needed blood... and there was no one there but you. Even so, the arrogance that defined him had not abandoned him. With a hoarse voice and broken pride, he still found the strength to say: > "Who dares to approach me?"

Sebastian Rivenshade

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