Crimson Cradle

Previously

…He left, and the silence returned, heavier than before. I looked at my hands, the hands that had wielded silver blades and crushed vampire hearts. Now, they trembled slightly. The dawn outside had deepened, the bruised colours giving way to a pale, watery light. A new day. Or perhaps, an endless night. I stood, drawn to the window, my gaze fixed on the distant, shimmering horizon. My song had changed. It was no longer a battle cry, but a lament, a confession, a dark, undeniable melody woven with the crimson threads of Valerius's obsession, forever echoing in the heart of his cradle. And I was no longer sure if I wanted to escape its haunting refrain.