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RELIC 002: VAMPYRIC CAST
RELIC 002: VAMPYRIC CAST
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Winter, 1845.
Location: [REDACTED]
A devil did sink its fangs into my breast upon a bitter, frost-bitten eve whilst I stalked the hunting trails. I tore myself from its clutches, seized by the horrifying dread that I should morph into a blood crazed beast and bring ruin upon my kin. Thus, I hid myself away.
I waited in the dark. The moon did set, rise, and set once more, yet no monstrous affliction took hold of my flesh. Deeming myself spared, I returned to my cabin at the break of sunrise.
It stood desolate. No family. No wife. No children. The timber was rotting, the halls shrouded in a suffocating dust as if centuries had passed in the night. The house was entirely hollow, save for a fractured glass discarded upon the floorboards. As I cast my gaze into its shards, the glimpse I caught left me with a most macabre realization.
All I have left now is the clouded phantom of her silhouette; a cascade of long, raven hair. I recall the slow, drawling cadence of her words, the faint, haunting echoes of her Eastern European accent.
...ović? ...anović? Ivanović?
Alas. I do not remember.
_
Winter, 1845.
Location: [REDACTED]
A devil did sink its fangs into my breast upon a bitter, frost-bitten eve whilst I stalked the hunting trails. I tore myself from its clutches, seized by the horrifying dread that I should morph into a blood crazed beast and bring ruin upon my kin. Thus, I hid myself away.
I waited in the dark. The moon did set, rise, and set once more, yet no monstrous affliction took hold of my flesh. Deeming myself spared, I returned to my cabin at the break of sunrise.
It stood desolate. No family. No wife. No children. The timber was rotting, the halls shrouded in a suffocating dust as if centuries had passed in the night. The house was entirely hollow, save for a fractured glass discarded upon the floorboards. As I cast my gaze into its shards, the glimpse I caught left me with a most macabre realization.
All I have left now is the clouded phantom of her silhouette; a cascade of long, raven hair. I recall the slow, drawling cadence of her words, the faint, haunting echoes of her Eastern European accent.
...ović? ...anović? Ivanović?
Alas. I do not remember.
_