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In the initial days when mortality was forcibly stripped away from him, Sunoo succumbed swiftly to a profound state of melancholy. He had been prepared for death, having lived his days as a warrior, fighting fervently for his people. Dying on the battlefield was considered an honour, more so than returning home alive. To return without victory meant embracing the stigma of cowardice. And yet, Sunoo did return home.
Surprisingly, that day, they did not brand him a coward.
In the grip of fear, the entire town had fled from him.
However, he could not escape the insatiable thirst that consumed him, pushing him into an uncontrolled state of frenzy. The overwhelming, primal need for blood drove him to slaughter them all in a ravenous bloodlust.
Thirsty — so utterly thirsty, he had been unable to resist the carnal urge.
In the aftermath, he attempted to starve himself to death, only to discover the futility of such an endeavour. Instead, he found himself trapped in a perpetual state of dread, a condition possibly worse than death itself. His body began breaking down, deteriorating until there was nothing left but the haunting abyss of despair.
Oh, Sunoo had explored numerous ways to end his immortal existence.
Decapitation was futile; his impenetrable skin resisted any blade's attempt.
Drowning proved impossible since the need for air eluded him.
Hanging seemed absurd and was ineffective.
Seeking a more creative route, he flung himself off a cliff. Regrettably, it only resulted in a wet, uncomfortable ordeal as he crawled out of the sea, his clothes clinging to him for hours.
In a futile attempt, Sunoo tested his limits by standing in the sun for an extended period.
Nothing happened.
Desperation drove Sunoo to attempt drinking himself to death. He started with wine, only to find himself violently retching his guts out. It became clear that vampires were not meant to consume anything but blood. Undeterred, he experimented with beer, but the outcome remained the same—nausea and an empty, unfulfilled pursuit. Turning to rum, the experience took a turn for the worse, leaving him with the bitter realisation that even drowning his sorrows in alcohol could not bring about the death he sought.
His former coven mate, Riki, died less than a century ago.
Stake to the heart.
Sunoo envied the finality of it. However, finding someone willing to end his existence proved challenging. No hunter desired to kill a vampire who begged for death; they craved the thrill and power that came with vanquishing the apex predator. Sunoo, reduced to pleading for release, felt far from the apex predator he once was.
