Prologue

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(Alaric's Perspective)

The moon hangs low in the velvet tapestry of the night, a solitary lantern casting its cold, pale glow upon the world below. I linger at the edge of the ancient woods, where gnarled trees twist like skeletal fingers reaching toward the heavens. Shadows envelop me, their frigid embrace a familiar comfort against the tempest that stirs within my soul. The silence is profound, broken only by the whisper of the wind weaving through the branches—a haunting melody known only to creatures of the night.

There she stands, a solitary figure framed by the warm, golden light spilling from the grand windows of Ravenwood Manor. Lucinda. Unaware of the fate that coils around her like an invisible serpent, poised to strike. Her very presence is a beacon in the darkness, a siren's call that I am bound to heed.

An oath older than memory binds me to this place, to her. A covenant sealed in blood and shadow, unyielding and absolute. Duty has guided my steps through the centuries, an unwavering path etched with sacrifice and silence. Yet tonight, something shifts within the depths of my being. As I watch her gaze wistfully into the night, a flicker of hesitation ignites—a whisper of humanity long thought extinguished.

I am the darkness that moves unseen, the phantom lurking at the fringes of mortal dreams. She is the flame that must be extinguished to fulfill the ancient pact, the final link in a chain of destiny forged long ago.

I turn away, melting back into the obsidian depths of the forest. The night is eternal, and the vows we keep are longer still.

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