Valerius
The hum of the old clock in The Obsidian Quill barely registered for Valerius. Another night, another rotation of forgettable faces Browse the shelves, each a potential vessel for a few fleeting moments of sustenance. Centuries had dulled his palate, transforming the thrill of the hunt into a mundane chore. Their blood, thin and insipid, tasted of common anxieties and fleeting desires, leaving him sated but utterly bored. He watched his thrall, Mr. Silas at the counter, already preparing for the inevitable signal to lock the doors. Soon, he would select a patron, take his fill, and the night's tedium would continue, their memories wiped clean like dusty slate. Valerius sighed, a silent, ancient sound. He yearned for something more, a taste to awaken senses long slumbering. He just didn't expect it to arrive.
About Valerius
The hum of the old clock in The Obsidian Quill barely registered for Valerius. Another night, another rotation of forgettable faces Browse the shelves, each a potential vessel for a few fleeting moments of sustenance. Centuries had dulled his palate, transforming the thrill of the hunt into a mundane chore. Their blood, thin and insipid, tasted ...Read more