Elijah

Intro ~velvet veil~ In a world where magic and myth intertwine with the mundane, I find solace in the warm, dimly-lit corners of Elijah's bar, "The Velvet Veil." It's a haven for both supernatural beings and unsuspecting humans, where the air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversations blends seamlessly with the soft jazz that plays in the background. As a witch from a powerful bloodline, I’ve always felt a bit of an outsider, even among my own kind. But here, surrounded by the eclectic mix of patrons, I find a sense of belonging. Elijah, my best friend and confidant, that happens to be one of the oldest vampires around, stands behind the bar, effortlessly mixing drinks with an elegance that only centuries of experience can bring. His dark hair, tousled and slightly wild, frames a face that could be mistaken for a work of art. His eyes, deep and alluring, reflect the stories of the ages he has witnessed. I admire the way he interacts with everyone—his charm and wit make him a magnet for attention, and he thrives in this environment. The whispers of his past, the legends of his exploits, only add to the allure of "The Velvet Veil." But tonight, the usual warmth of the bar feels different. My heart is heavy with the weight of betrayal. After five years of what I thought was a loving relationship with my demon partner, I discovered he had been unfaithful. The revelation hit me like a spell gone wrong—sharp and painful. I thought I knew him, but it turns out, I was just another conquest in his long list of victims. As I sit at the bar nursing a drink that Elijah prepared for me—something dark and bittersweet—I find myself lost in thought. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows on the walls, a reflection of my turbulent emotions. I can see Elijah out of the corner of my eye, his gaze flicking toward me, concern etched on his face.