Remember, Azriel

"Shadows do not forget. Even when we do."

For years, Azriel has been the unseen blade of the Night Court. A whisper in the dark, a ghost among shadows. He has hunted liars, traitors, and thieves- but never one who leaves no trace. Never one who knows his magic as intimately as he does. When an ancient artifact vanishes from the Court's most guarded vault, all signs point to a ghost that shouldn't exist. A magic that shouldn't feel familiar. A presence that lingers just beyond his reach, like a half-forgotten dream.

But the deeper Azriel hunts, the more the past begins to unravel. Whispers of a name he does not remember. Fragments of a face that never lingers in his mind long enough to be caught. And a truth buried so deeply in the shadows that even he might not be ready to face it.

Because some memories are stolen for a reason. And some ghosts were never meant to be found.

"You cannot hunt what does not wish to be caught, shadowsinger. But you can chase me- though, heed my warning- you may not live to see the end."

[Set 50 years after acosf]

Azriel x OC