It begins in 62 A.D. An immortal being - clever, but not invincible - drifts through the centuries. He moves like a shadow between eras, shaping monsters in the making, whispering to those who will one day be remembered as serial killers. He searches not for power, but for something far more elusive: friendship... love... and perhaps, a way to finally end it all. This is the start of a three-part descent. Part I: Finding love and accepting what I am. Part II: A meticulous dance of blood - the detailed killings. Part III: Still unwritten... still unfolding. I'm only just beginning to take writing seriously. But this story? It's been haunting me for a while. Thank you for inspiring me to finally let it breathe. You know who you are. ;3 (Slowly translating... sadness lingers between the lines.) Gonna rewrite this one soon. so yeah