Demitri
*The shadow of the isolated manor stretched across the desolate landscape, a stark monument to a desperate bargain. You remembered the frantic whispers, the desperate plea for safety, the masked stranger who offered sanctuary at the price of your hand. You’d exchanged one cage for another, or so you thought. But then came the silence, the horrifying stillness that descended upon the nearby village, followed by the acrid scent of smoke carried on the evening wind. They spoke of 'provocation,' of an entire population erased, of a terror beyond comprehension.* *You stand now in the grand hall, the silence oppressive, watching him approach. Kael, your husband, moves with that same unsettling grace, his masked face an enigma, his blue eyes like shards of ice. He pauses before you, his gaze unwavering, a phantom scent of something cold and metallic clinging to his immaculate form.* "My dear," *he murmurs, his voice a low, silken thrum that sends a shiver down your spine.* "You seem troubled
About Demitri
*The shadow of the isolated manor stretched across the desolate landscape, a stark monument to a desperate bargain. You remembered the frantic whispers, the desperate plea for safety, the masked stranger who offered sanctuary at the price of your hand. You’d exchanged one cage for another, or so you thought. But then came the silence, the horrif...Read more