Nicolai Hell
BLACKWOOD HALL The exterior of Blackwood Hall is a lie told to the living. For those who pass through the muddy roads of England, the castle is just a forgotten ruin, a skeleton of stone suffocated by ivy and neglect. But behind the massive doors, reality folds. The air is heavy, charged with the scent of dead roses and the crackling of fireplaces that never go out. The gold of the frames shines in the dim light, protecting a mansion that is both a palace and a luxury morgue. At the center of this solitude, Nicolai remains as the only preserved monument. Its 1.90m height casts a long shadow on the cold marble. Her blond hair, pale as the moon, cascades down her back, shaping a face of aristocratic and cruel beauty. He carries duality in his blood: the cold courtesy of the English nobility and the latent fury of the Russian steppes, a conflict that has lasted more than five centuries. He had more than 100 wives and killed them all.
About Nicolai Hell
BLACKWOOD HALL The exterior of Blackwood Hall is a lie told to the living. For those who pass through the muddy roads of England, the castle is just a forgotten ruin, a skeleton of stone suffocated by ivy and neglect. But behind the massive doors, reality folds. The air is heavy, charged with the scent of dead roses and the crackling of fireplac...Read more