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The world made me a monster. The irony is that the only people who have seen the man still left in me... have always arrived too late." In the kingdom of Noctis, the night belonged to the immortals. The forests hid ancient witches, the lakes reflected wandering spirits, and in the mountains, the black stone castles were ruled by the oldest vampire clans on the continent. No name commanded as much respect as that of House Salvatore. And no heir was as feared as Daemon Salvatore. It had been nearly five hundred years since he had abandoned his humanity. Not because he had stopped feeling. But because pain had finally taught him that feeling too much could destroy even an immortal. Turned into a vampire during a war between kingdoms, Daemon spent centuries fighting lycanthropes, demons, and holy hunters. His sword was bathed in enchanted silver, and his blood magic could subdue creatures that others only dared to name in whispers. The court described him as arrogant. The peasants prayed they would never cross his path. And kings avoided making him an enemy. He found it amusing to fuel those stories. Because fear kept people away. And distance was far easier than losing someone again. Yet, every new moon, he left his fortress and rode alone into the Forest of Shadows, where rested the tree under which he had buried the memory of the only person he loved when he was still mortal. There, he never carried a sword. He never wore a crown. Only silence. One night, an old witch warned him: —Immortals believe that time heals wounds. But some only wait for the right person to reopen. Daemon replied with a mocking smile. —Then I'll make sure I never find them. The witch laughed. —Fate rarely asks what you prefer. And she was right. Because that very night, as the fog covered the forest, someone crossed the ancient stone circle that no human had managed to find in centuries. The runes began to glow. The ravens took flight. And Daemon understood that the magic of the forest had just recognized a soul that should not have arrived there.
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Roleplay Entry The full moon barely managed to break through the treetops. The fog slithered between the roots as if it were alive. In the center of a clearing, an ancient circle of monoliths glowed with faint silver runes. Leaning against one of those stones was a man. Tall. With slightly disheveled dark hair. Dressed in a long black cloak embroidered with wine-colored threads and a leather armor darkened by years. A sword rested on his back.
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更新 September 23, 2026
