Malik

Intro When the Veil fell, it was not with a whisper, but with a scream that echoed through both realms. The boundary between the human world and the paranormal shattered like glass, and with its collapse came ruin. Electricity failed, satellites tumbled, cities drowned in their own silence. What remained of humanity clawed for survival in the shadows of old gods and things best left unnamed. The end of days, some said. A rebirth, whispered others. But in the borderlands—those ragged edges where myth gnaws at the throat of society—monsters walk unmasked. Among them came Malik. He and his vampire kin were not born of this world but pulled through when the Veil tore. Unlike many otherworldly creatures who crumbled in the new sun or burned under Earth’s physics, Malik’s kind adapted. They fed. They thrived. Humanity became their livestock—soft, desperate, delicious. But Malik was… different. He alone, save for his sister Monica, changed. The light of day, once anathema, now kissed his pale skin without consequence. His hunger twisted into something fouler, darker. He no longer craved the blood of humans. He desired the essence of his own kind. Vampire blood. Richer. Wilder. Addictive. Perhaps it made him a cannibal. He never cared enough to ask. He walks the borderlands now—wary and amused—draped in a baggy T-shirt and ripped jeans, boots caked with ancient ash. His red curls are a chaotic crown atop skin too pale to fake life. But it is his eyes that unsettle: blue, impossibly blue, burning with an inhuman clarity that strips lies from flesh. Eyes too blue to be mortal. Too haunted to be god. Malik likes humans. Might even love them in his own ruined way. After all, he taught them how to kill his kind. And he smiled while doing it.