Victor's fall felt eternal, the weightless abyss swallowing him whole as he plummeted into the unknown. The darkness was thick, suffocating, but the sense of Lucien’s victory burned deeper than any physical wound. His brother had always been two steps ahead, always calculating, always orchestrating Victor’s downfall.With a bone-jarring crash, Victor hit the ground. Pain shot through his body, but his centuries of experience and resilience allowed him to rise swiftly, despite the disorientation. He surveyed his surroundings—an underground cavern, ancient and sprawling, lit by the soft glow of crystals embedded in the walls. This was no accident. Lucien had planned for him to fall here, but why?Victor's breath steadied, his eyes adjusting to the gloom. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something else—something older. He ran his fingers along the walls, feeling the pulse of ancient magic coursing through the stones. This place had power.Suddenly, a voice echoed throug

Elara’s cries pierced through the encroaching darkness, pulling at the fragile threads of Victor’s awareness. He could feel the cold seeping into his bones, his body weakening with every second, but he couldn’t let go—couldn’t leave her. Not like this.As the last traces of his vision began to fade, something stirred deep within him, an ancient power buried far beneath the surface of his being. It wasn’t the destructive magic of Lucien, nor was it the bloodlust of his kind. This was something older, purer—a remnant of the life force that had sustained him through his centuries of existence.Elara’s hands were still gripping his shoulders, her tears falling onto his pale skin. He could hear her heart racing, the desperation in her voice as she pleaded with him to stay."Victor, please," she whispered. "You’ve survived so much. You’ve fought for so long. Don’t let it end like this. You have to come back to me."Her words echoed in the void, reverberating through the depths of his fading

As Victor and Elara stepped out into the cold night air, the feeling of being watched prickled at the back of Elara’s neck. She glanced over her shoulder but saw nothing out of the ordinary. The city had quieted down, the marketplace a shadow of its earlier bustling self. Still, the silence felt unnatural, heavy with an unseen threat.“Victor,” she said softly, her voice laced with concern. “Do you feel that?”He slowed his pace, eyes scanning the rooftops and narrow alleys around them. “We’re not alone,” he murmured, confirming her suspicions.In an instant, a figure stepped out of the shadows ahead of them, cloaked in black. His presence was almost ghostly, as though he had materialized from the darkness itself. More figures began to emerge from the alleyways, each one moving with silent, predatory grace. The council had sent their best—the Shadows.Victor’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped in front of Elara protectively. “The council’s hounds,” he said, his voice low. “They’ve come to

cult. You don’t have to do this alone, Victor. Let me help you."He turned to face her, his ancient eyes reflecting a sadness that spanned lifetimes. "Elena, you don’t understand. This isn’t just about us. It’s about survival—for my people, for yours. If I let my guard down, if I allow myself to be distracted by feelings, the cost will be too high.""But isn't that what makes life worth living?" Elena insisted, her voice filled with frustration. "What’s the point of ruling for centuries if you don’t allow yourself to feel anything real?"Victor looked at her, a trace of vulnerability crossing his face. "I’ve felt more than you could ever know, Elena. And I’ve lost more than I care to remember. I won’t allow myself to lose again."Elena stepped closer, defiant. "You’re not the only one who’s lost, Victor. We all have. But that doesn’t mean we stop trying to live."Victor took a deep breath, his voice softening. "This life... it’s not like yours. I’ve seen kingdoms rise and fall, watche

The night deepened as Victor and Elena sat in the penthouse, the quiet hum of the city below barely audible. Outside, the darkness seemed to press against the windows, thick and heavy, as if reflecting the weight of the decisions they were making. Elena remained close to Victor, the air between them tense yet unspoken emotions simmering beneath the surface."Victor," Elena finally said, breaking the silence. "There’s something else I need to ask you." She hesitated, her fingers tracing patterns on the armrest of the chair she sat in.Victor looked over at her, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "What is it?"Elena took a deep breath, her voice soft but determined. "You said there are things you haven’t told me. I need to know… about the real reason you’ve stayed hidden for so long. It’s not just the council, is it?"Victor’s jaw tightened slightly. He turned his gaze back to the city lights, the distant glow reflecting in his eyes. "I’ve stayed hidden because I had no choice. I’ve been fi