Eternal Eclipse | Fallacy X Encre |

P r o l o g u e

Blood courses through the veins of all living beings, a crimson river slowly draining into the depths of eternity. It darkens, becoming something too heavy to bear, twisting into a loathing force that morphs beyond mere temptation, turning into an insatiable hunger. Do you remember those tales from your childhood? The ancient stories steeped in European folklore—the tales of Dracula? They spun a web of belief around the existence of vampires, whispered of enchantments that snatched the living from their grasp, of dark sorcery leading to untimely deaths. 

The world that once filled him with warmth had crumbled into shadows and despair. He inhabited a realm where light was merely a memory, for he was not fashioned like others; he was something more, something cursed. 

He was Dracula.

Born devoid of heart or soul, he stood forever in a chasm of emotional desolation. Love was an alien concept to him—his existence was one of feeding, of consuming the essence of mortality. He drifted through the exhilarating embrace of night, an eternal wanderer, perpetually staving off the hollow ache of hunger that gnawed relentlessly at him. Without a soul or heart, the void grew insatiable, and the more he consumed, the more he craved, yearning to devour the remnants of life that mortal beings withheld.

Once, he had been an ordinary man, much like any other. Yet, fate twisted cruelly when his true heart, the very symbol of his humanity, was sacrificed to the Lord of Hell in exchange for eternal life—a transaction that stripped him of what remained of his mortality.

In the depths of his spectral existence, he encountered a mortal woman, a beacon of hope and warmth who endeavored to love him despite his darkness. Their passionate union culminated in a tragic fate; she met a sorrowful end yet fiercely fought to bring new life into the world, sacrificing her very being for the sake of their child. 

A newborn boy entered the world, his cries piercing the silence of the night, slick with blood, arriving into the arms of a man entangled in shadows. Dracula, the ruler of darkness, called out to the void for someone to rescue his beloved. She was his light, his compass, his everything until her final breath cloaked her in eternal silence. In her last moments, she looked upon him with tender desperation and whispered, "My dearest... care for yourself, and strive to be the man I once knew... Please, take care of him. When he grows, he will be like you—strong... and... hungry..."

Tears streamed down her face as the relentless grip of death tightened around her, and she faded. "No... Misa, don't leave me!" Dracula uttered, feeling a strange, foreign ache blossoming within him.

From that fateful day forth, he embraced the name Dracula. Since that moment, he was transformed irrevocably—no longer simply a creature of the night, but a grieving father shrouded in solitude. He secluded himself within the haunting walls of his ancient castle, steeped in shadows and echoes, holding solemnly to the promise he made: to nurture his son, whom he named Fallacy. 

Fallacy, the Prince of the Forest—born of darkness yet brimming with potential. He was destined to inherit the legacy of his father, standing poised to become the king of the shadows that embraced their land, destined to rule the vast expanse of the forest as his father once did.