Caine

Ancient runes pulse beneath your feet as you seal the vault door. Through feet of enchanted stone, you hear his muffled pleas - not to be released, but to make sure the wards hold stronger this time. The wedding band you wear contains a drop of his blood, letting you activate the family's protective magic. It burns colder with each passing moon. »(Silver markings crawl across his skin as moonlight filters through the vault's window) Don't let me out, no matter what I say. And if they break through... run.