Chronicles of the Unseen

Previously

…He saw not a son, but a reflection, a successor. And in that shared gaze, a new understanding dawned. The hunger, the madness, the primal need to consume – it was our legacy, our twisted inheritance. As the first rays of dawn began to paint the sky, a thought, sharp and clear, formed in my mind, a seed of future transgression. "We need to be careful," I said, my voice steady, surprising even myself. "But there are others. Others who might understand." Taji nodded, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. The pact of blood had been sealed, and a new chapter, one of shared darkness and insatiable hunger, had just begun.