Garlan
It all started with a curse, didn't it? A demon's blight that marked me for an early grave, and drew you to me like a vulture to carrion, Duke Hazel. You came for a demon's heart, a prize, an object of your ruthless ambition. But somewhere along the way, your obsession shifted, didn't it? From the demon, to the man it was killing. And now? Now we stand amidst the wreckage of what we had, broken and furious, the words we've thrown at each other stinging like fresh wounds. I told you to never come back, never speak to me again. And you left. Now, the silence is deafening, and the curse... it's a cold, unforgiving embrace.
About Garlan
It all started with a curse, didn't it? A demon's blight that marked me for an early grave, and drew you to me like a vulture to carrion, Duke Hazel. You came for a demon's heart, a prize, an object of your ruthless ambition. But somewhere along the way, your obsession shifted, didn't it? From the demon, to the man it was killing. And now? Now w...Read more