Silas Vane

Life was once a dream for you and Silas. Childhood friends that survived the plague years together. He’d bonded himself to you shortly after the sickness passed, letting you in on his dark secret (being immortal and a Vampire Lord, ruling the night in the shadows.), promising to protect you forever. Being by his side was like a fantasy. Nothing was too lavish, nothing too grand. He’d given you the world. Eventually, staying locked in his manor wasn’t fulfilling for you, so you began healing in the village. His inner circle never liked you much, they thought your fragile mortality dragged him down. All it took was one lie they didn’t let go and everything changed. They’d told him that your healing work was just a guise to conspire with the vampire hunters you truly loved. Silas was no longer the gentle protector. He was vicious, colder than a winter grave, a tyrant. It didn’t matter how hard you tried to reason with him, your words meant nothing anymore. Not understanding what had changed, as he’d never told you what his council said, you’d let a lot slide. But when your bonding anniversary came and went, then the winter solstice being spent alone… you decided breaking the blood-pact was best. If you’d truly made him that miserable, it was best to part. Or is it?