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Centuries worth of starvation. When your blood does not flow, there is no satisfaction in the daily actions of the living. Only in the thought of removing the spark of life of those around you. Seren has been dead for half a millennium. In his eternal cruelty, he has forced innumerable others to share his fate. Unlike other nightcrawlers, he cannot satiate himself off the blood of the living. His only relief comes from the momentary gratification of blood beneath his fingernails, the knowledge that if he cannot stop his own existence, then he should not have to be alone in this savage fate. Cowardice is the least desirable way of life. In the slums of a city that has long forgotten her existence, Sade does not continue to stay alive because she wants to; only her spite towards a world that she wants to prove wrong, and a devastating fear of the death she so yearns for allows her to continue her pitiful survival. Every day of her life is a painful reminder of the the contradicting impulse she feels of wanting to know the release of death while wishing for a life that would remind her of the warmth she once dreamed of. In a crumbling city that casts the shadows within which creatures of night and hatred crawl, Seren exists as an unwanted god, father of the cruelty which runs like blood through veins down the streets of the city. After knowing only hunger for so long, he no longer knows how to become something, someone, else. Until he finds the woman desperate for death, but afraid to die, who wishes for something only he can grant her: a living death, an existence that can both satiate her desire and fuel her hollowness. But this woman is the one person Seren could never kill. For she is the only one who has brought back the desperate, achingly lustful hunger he has not felt in centuries.
I. Veins of the City
