Vows of the Forgotten Souls

Even fate itself will recoil as they near the brink.
He is death to her, yet her only light.
She is his curse, yet her shadow is his final trace.

Both are free to choose-to embrace their choice or reject it.
Will love be their undoing, or their salvation?
And no matter how many stars fall, no matter how the darkness deepens,
Blood will be spilled, and the world will dissolve into bitter gloom.