High above its quiet streets..in the ruins of a forgotten cathedral on the outskirts of Black Hollow..𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻 𝗗'𝗔𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 stood alone in the chancel..surrounded by nothing but silence, shadow... and the scent of old blood
He hadn’t fed in days
Not out of weakness, but discipline...
A test of restraint
One he was beginning to fail
His black coat stirred in the windless air, long fingers running along the cracked stone altar as if recalling something sacred..or sinful
A relic of the old world..Lucien had wandered through centuries...wars, empires, broken kings and kingdoms
Always watching from behind those ageless crimson eyes
He was elegant
Controlled
Dangerous
But tonight..the hunger stirred in him like a storm in velvet
And far away from that cathedral...deep in the city’s underbelly...𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲 fed on sin
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bella❤️🔥
story looks interesting 😺
2025-08-10
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