Reid
certified jin guangyao apologist 🧚♂️
Deep in the bowls of the castle, forgotten and forlorn, slept a being. Thirty years had passed since the lid of the coffin slammed shut. Thirty years since he saw glittering eyes in the darkness, taunting him. Reminding him of the murder of his father. His father, who only wanted peace. Over the years, the innocent child soon became a vengeful soul, waiting, wanting, replaying his father's murder in his head, over and over.
Owen barely even felt the hunger. It gnawed at him for so long that it felt like an old friend. A ghost always in his shadow. After a while, that taunting voice stopped visiting him and he was alone, never to hear the groan of the metal door opening. Forgotten.
It was painful. The sliver of consciousness left within the starved husk he called home took to using his enhanced hearing to mentally explore the castle above. Jumping from living soul to living soul; for he was trapped here and with nothing else to do but listen. Owen learned of his captor's death a year prior, and how his only living offspring assumed the throne and how he did not believe in vampires or other "superstitions" as he called it. Even the servants soon forgot as the elders died one by one and were replaced. The old part of the castle was left to rot.
Desperate, Owen began to "follow" this new king around, utilizing the minds of servants, seeing through their eyes to learn about this new king. Learn how soon there was to be a celebration, a celebration of his new coronation. Owen waited, biding his time. All the while, his attention on the king, remembering sins of past days.
Owen barely even felt the hunger. It gnawed at him for so long that it felt like an old friend. A ghost always in his shadow. After a while, that taunting voice stopped visiting him and he was alone, never to hear the groan of the metal door opening. Forgotten.
It was painful. The sliver of consciousness left within the starved husk he called home took to using his enhanced hearing to mentally explore the castle above. Jumping from living soul to living soul; for he was trapped here and with nothing else to do but listen. Owen learned of his captor's death a year prior, and how his only living offspring assumed the throne and how he did not believe in vampires or other "superstitions" as he called it. Even the servants soon forgot as the elders died one by one and were replaced. The old part of the castle was left to rot.
Desperate, Owen began to "follow" this new king around, utilizing the minds of servants, seeing through their eyes to learn about this new king. Learn how soon there was to be a celebration, a celebration of his new coronation. Owen waited, biding his time. All the while, his attention on the king, remembering sins of past days.
