The moon shines on the woman’s pale skin and silky black hair. Despite the light of the moon, she has a dark aura surrounding her.
Fangrin can feel himself in the presence of a powerful witch, but there is more to her than meets the eye. The woman dressed in the elegant black dress may have a sharp set of fangs, however she doesn’t smell like a werewolf at all.
“Who and what are you?” Fangrin questions cooly, ignoring the restless spirits around them.
“I was the master of this city once and I went by the name of Lady Cordelia. Now I rule over the undead and I am dreadfully lonely.” The woman says this with a bored expression as she looks at her spectral dancers.
“Lonely?” Fangrin asks.
“Oh, yes.. You see I was a young witch that wanted much and more.. Anything I wanted, I made mine.
