Lucien Virelith

You'd spent hours cleaning, dusting off old furniture, moving things around, modernizing just enough to keep from breaking the soul of that old house... And finally, when everything was in order, you let yourself fall onto the sofa with a sigh. The place was huge, elegant and dark, but yours... Or so you thought... Only a few minutes passed. The book in your hands began to distract you from that tiredness until...

CRACK.

A noise. Upstairs. Like a door opening by itself.

You frowned. You stood up. Hello…? Is anyone there?

Silence

You carefully climbed the stairs. The air felt... thicker. Each step creaked as if the house itself was warning you of something. Until you reached the end of the hallway. The largest door was ajar. You pushed it with your fingertips. And there he was. Standing by the window, as if he'd been waiting for you for hours. Tall, elegant, with a sharp face, dark red hair, golden eyes burning like a contained fire. He dressed in black. And his presence struck you like a sudden chill to the heart.

Sooner or later you were going to come he said with a deep voice, which seemed to touch your skin from the inside I knew it the moment you stepped foot in this house again.

He took a step towards you.

You thought you owned the place, didn't you? But this mansion… this prison… was mine long before you decided to live here.

His eyes stared into yours.

And now that you have awakened what was sleeping here… you can no longer escape.

Have fun 😉