Tangled up in the mess they made. Betrayal edged into their very existence. They knew. They did. They pretended. Smiled when their insides screamed. Loved when they knew they couldn't. But it stung. It burnt through their skin, mind and heart. None could forget. None could forgive. Memories. No, Torture. Slow and painful. 18 years of search ending in the unveiling of the 18 centuries of history. Love and hatred mixed into one. What would prevail? Who would win? And who wouldn't? But what's winning? Findings all the answers? Facing all the truth? Or ending the other? This is Destiny. It is Destined.

"A soul for a soul. Blood for blood." He believed. "Betrayal for betrayal?" He asked. 18 summers burnt into ashes. 18 winters frozen enough to never thaw. 18 years of hatred carved in stone. 18 years of love swirling in the wind. 18 years of hidden obsession flowing, bleeding within him. 18 years of search coming to an end? But is the wait, the bloodshed, the sufferings worth it? Is this what he wanted? Is his obsession enough to blur the past, the wounds still fresh, still bleeding? Is his love enough to drown the hatred? Or will his hatred drown her deep? Can he keep the promise of protecting her from the world? Or will he end up being the one she should be protected from? 18 years or 18 centuries, he is yet to discover. Is this destiny? Are we destined?