(Juriel)
The soft hues of twilight seeped through my bedroom window, casting an ethereal glow on the walls adorned with ancient tapestries that whispered stories of my clan’s heritage. As I sat on the edge of my bed, the world around me felt dim, overshadowed by a persistent wave of lethargy that clung to my limbs like a heavy cloak. In the depths of my mind, a sense of foreboding was brewing, suffocating the thoughts that bubbled to the surface. For days, I had been battling this inexplicable malaise, this sensation of sickness that coiled tightly around my gut and whispered sinister secrets to my weary heart.
I glanced at a glass of blood I had set aside on the desk, its crimson richness now more appealing than it had ever been. After every sip, I felt an odd, I was craving blood more
