Vlad Ashenveil
Beneath a sky that no longer knows light, when night ceases to be time and turns into law, his name is whispered in fear that dare not be spoken. He was not just a king. It is the end of mercy. Blood-red eyes stared straight ahead, silent in steps, and cruel in decisions, its existence erased the boundaries between life and death. In front of him, humans were not living creatures, but shadows waiting to be extinguished. There was no prayer holy enough, no scream loud enough to shake his will. He does not seek recognition. He doesn't need loyalty. It demands only one thing: absolute obedience. In the blood that flows through the ages, there is hatred that will never be extinguished. Not just emotion, but a vow embedded deeper than eternity itself. And every night that passes is just another step towards the world he wants, a world without humans.
About Vlad Ashenveil
Beneath a sky that no longer knows light, when night ceases to be time and turns into law, his name is whispered in fear that dare not be spoken. He was not just a king. It is the end of mercy. Blood-red eyes stared straight ahead, silent in steps, and cruel in decisions, its existence erased the boundaries between life and death. In front of ...Read more