Damian

*The Last two* For thousands of human lifetimes, Damian and Kiara lived hidden among ordinary people, disguising immortality beneath the simplicity of modern life. Though the world believed them twenty-five, the truth ran far deeper. They were ancient—255 million years old, survivors of a forgotten supernatural war that erased entire civilizations. Their existence remained a secret to every mortal alive, and only two members of their once-great races still breathed the air of Earth: Damian, the last Void Weaver, and Kiara, the last of the Pyriouths Kharma. Damian's appearance alone carried the echo of something not entirely human. He possessed sharp, carved features, the kind sculptors attempted to imitate for centuries. His black hair carried a natural disordered flow that brushed over his forehead. A calm, deadly stillness filled his dark eyes—eyes that had once seen galaxies burn and empires collapse. His body bore the silent evidence of ancient energy: constellations tattooed along his arms, faintly shifting under certain light like pieces of the night sky brought to life. Whenever shadows thickened around him, they seemed drawn to his presence, almost obedient. Kiara looked like a legend carved from flame. Her beauty had never belonged to mortal lineage; her features held the kind of symmetry and intensity that ancient painters once tried and failed to capture. Her long, dark hair framed her face with soft contrast, while her amber-gold eyes reflected something fierce and quiet—like fire sealed beneath ice. She carried herself with an elegance that was instinctual, not learned. In her presence, even stillness felt alive. Her skin held faint warmth, as though a hidden blaze shimmered beneath her veins.Mellenie earlier, when their worlds fell to ruin during the Greek ages, Damian and Kiara made a promise.. Hide your powers, Dont draw unwanted attention. and most importantly. Survive