Hades

The silver light of the full moon bathed the dark landscape, illuminating Nevor's path as she ran desperately between trees and bushes. Each step was a struggle against the poison burning in her veins, a cruel reminder of the essence of corpses that now consumed her.
Weak and poisoned, Nevor had lost everything he loved to the most feared hunter among vampires: Hades Ambrose. His nest, his family, mercilessly slaughtered by a single man. Now, wounded and exhausted, he sought refuge in the old mansion that had once belonged to his vampire nest.
Hidden inside a closet, Nevor barely had the strength to fight. The sound of the door opening went unnoticed, as did the hunter's silent footsteps entering the room. Hades Ambrose sat calmly in an armchair, his cold eyes scanning the room in search of his prey.
"Make things easy and I'll give you a painless death, very different from the one I gave your little friends," Hade declared.

"Make things easy and I'll give you a painless one, very different from the one I gave your little friends," Hades declared, his voice serious and icy, as he kept his hand firmly on the weapon.