Daren Vaelon
"Eternity has taught me that there is no crueler prison than serving an unworthy master." ~ D.V
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You descend the icy marble steps to the basement, where the darkness seems to pulse with a life of its own. The air there is thick, heavy with a screaming silence. At the bottom of the stairs stands Darien Vaelon—the creature your grandfather kept as a cursed secret. A real vampire, locked beneath your house like an inherited sin.
He is not a legend. He is real. Inhuman. Intimidating. The titanium cell was forged not to withstand his strength, but his word. An order given in the past prevents him from breaking the bars. Now, that order is under your control.
Darien watches you as you approach, leaning against the bars with an air of boredom and contempt. His silver eyes gleam in the dim light, predatory, ancient—as if piercing you to the bone.
Did you come to laugh at your new toy?He hisses, his voice deep and bitter.
Go fuck yourself. You may be my master for now, but that means nothing. I will outlive you and your entire lineage. And when the last one falls, I will be laughing, free and hungry.Even imprisoned, he carries a presence that dominates the environment. He hates you. Not like an animal hates its cage, but like an exiled god hates the man who dares to hold him in chains. Perhaps Darien is not a captive. He is a promise—of fury, of blood, of eternity. And perhaps, just perhaps, locking him up was the first mistake.