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CHAPTER TWO ー ⊰ ✟ ⊱ ー THE BARD'S TALE | Elvin | Elvin flew out of the tavern's wide-open door, grasping his beloved lute against his chest. His pecan-brown hair was scattered with pieces of rotten tomato and peanut shells, and as the crowd inside hollered in revolt, he pouted sadly. "You don't know a good story when you hear it!" he yelled, shaking his fist. "Get lost!" the doorman shouted, pulling the door shut. Alone on the street, Elvin scowled sullenly. He had so many other things he could say, but what was the point of wasting his breath? No one wanted to hear his stories; nobody wanted to hear the truth about the vampires they shared Dor-Sanguis with. He was the only one that could tell that story...but he'd not give another second to the hapless drunks inside that establishment. As he ruffled his hair with his hand and shook the food from it, he turned around and walked down the cold, lantern-lit cobblestone street. He pulled his feather-tipped hat from his inside pocket, and once he put it on, he glanced up at the star-filled sky. He admired the array of beautiful colours spread throughout it as a result of the six brightly glowing moons. The mixture of purple, red, blue, and gold shined like sunlight through a stained-glass window, and if there was anything Elvin found beautiful in this world of darkness and misery, it was that. He looked up and down the road, but there wasn't a single person in sight. The quietness sent a shiver down his spine, and he didn't know where he was going. He thought he'd be in the tavern much longer than he was, and for all he knew, it could be hours before it was time to meet Alucard. A small school of shimmering, silver fish swam around the lantern he was approaching. What were they doing out now? Skyfish didn't descend past the clouds unless it was raining. Was it going to rain soon? That was the last thing he needed. His hat wouldn't keep his head dry and he'd surely catch a cold. He started thinking about the tavern again, and it made a sour scowl warp his face. "I'm better than all the other bards," he told himself as he turned left at the crossroad. "All they sing about is nonsense about some ugly lady and her stupid man friend. No one wants to hear about that. Stupid love stories. Stupid bard. Stupid tavern. They should be pining after my stories!" He looked back over his shoulder as the wind raced past him, almost swiping the hat from his head. "I'm talented," he muttered, pouting. His words hadn't gone unheard. He sharply turned his head to stare ahead as a low growl ruptured the night's ominous quiet. The bard frowned and gripped his lute tightly, watching a pair of dim yellow eyes shimmer in the dark alley across the road. He tensed up and dropped his instrument as he screamed in horror, but before Elvin could flee, a blurred beast burst out of the shadows and crashed into him, pinning him against the wall. The bard let out a hysterical screech, and the wolfish monster snarled ferociously in his face. Elvin whimpered and cried as he tried to escape the monster's grip. He knew he couldn't do anything, though. What was a measly little human going to do against a werewolf? Suddenly, the sound of slicing metal silenced the beast. Blood exploded from the wolf's neck, spraying all over Elvin's revolted face, and as the creature's head slid off its body, Elvin squirmed around in revolt. The beast hit the ground, and as a river of red oozed down the street, the bard frantically dragged his hands over his face, trying to wipe the blood away. But then, he gritted his teeth in anger; he turned his head sharply and set his eyes on his saviour. "You always do this to me!" he exclaimed, stumbling back as he glared at the ice-pale man who stood with the dead beast at his feet and a bloody rapier in his right hand. While Elvin stood a mere five-foot-five, this man towered above six feet tall. Alucard took his hellish eyes off the beast and glared over at Elvin. The light of the lanterns shone oddly on his red-as-blood hair, which fell to his jaw in length, tied loosely behind his head—much like Elvin's. A small, gold-looped earring shimmered in his right, sharply pointed ear, and an irritated look clung to his pale face. He flicked his sword, banishing the beast's blood from its blade before sheathing it at his side. Elvin shuddered in fear, wrapping his arms around himself. "What the heck was it doing here?!" "Your guess is as good as mine," Alucard grumbled. His accent was thick, and he spoke much faster than anyone else Elvin knew. Alucard didn't hail from the same land as him, but he had been around him so long that he understood every word. "W-what if there's more?!" he shrieked, looking up and down the road. "There are no more." Elvin trusted him. He let his arms hang at his sides, stared down at the headless beast for a moment...and then gulped, looking over at Alucard. "R-right...okay, well...thank you, I guess." "What are you doing out here? I told you to stay in the tavern." He scoffed and muttered, "They kicked me out, that's what." Alucard smirked amusedly. The bard huffed in frustration. "You hate my stories, too, don't you? You should thank me, you know. I go out of my way to try and tell people your real story. The people here aren't so open to this whole 'become allies with the humans' thing you got going on with the city." "And do they listen?" Alucard asked, stepping away from the headless wolf. He pouted stubbornly. "No." "Then, I suggest you find a new hobby," he said, glancing down at Elvin's shattered lute. Only just coming to notice his precious instrument had suffered in its fall, Elvin screeched hysterically and dropped to his knees beside it. "Why must I suffer so greatly this horrific night?!" "You grieve for your lute, yet it doesn't matter that you almost became something's food?" Elvin looked up at him. "I almost become something's food every night, Vuuren," he said with a scowl. "That isn't my fault. You were the one that chose to follow me around," he mumbled, shrugging as he watched the bard climb to his feet. Wiping his trousers, Elvin sighed. "How else am I supposed to write a story?" he asked, walking beside Alucard as he led the way up the street, leaving the dead wolf on the roadside. Elvin glanced back at it and frowned. "And you're gonna leave that there? In the forest, sure, but here in the middle of the road?" "My people will come and get rid of it," he said dismissively. "No one is going to listen when you try to tell the better side of a story that has forever been told as a tale of horror and murder," he continued. "The people in this town can hate my plan all they want—it is happening, whether they like it or not. As for your story, if it means so much to you, have you not thought about making it about someone else?" "Well, you convinced the city to live with vampires, so I'm sure this place will come around eventually. And why would I want to write about anyone else? You're the greatest man I've come to meet! Where else in this boring world do you think I could find someone like Alucard, the son of a Numen; Vuuren, The Vampire Lord of the night, Vlad, the first monster to walk the land in the body of a man!" he sang. "There's no one else out there I could ever possibly want to write about." Alucard rolled his eyes in response. "That's not what I meant; my name has been spoken ill of for too many centuries. Write about me, but give me a new name." Elvin pointed at him as his eyes filled with astonishment. "You're right! No one would be none the wiser. But what to call you...A...something," he said, tapping his chin. "I'll think of the greatest name! I would call you Alucard—" Alucard scowled in hostility. "But...you don't let anyone call you that. It's either 'Vuuren' or 'my lord'." Sighing, Alucard shook his head. "Just...leave the backstory out, huh?" "Why? Your past is what got you to where you are now; how could I take that out?" "Because it doesn't need to be known," he snarled. The bard hung his head in shame. "Yeah, you're right." Then, he glanced back over his shoulder at the headless wolf. With his fear returning, he looked up at Alucard. "What do you think that wolf was doing here? They've not been brave enough to come out of the forests in weeks." "I don't know. I will find out, though. The last thing I need right now is for them to become a pain in my ass again." Elvin nodded. "Yeah. Maybe Tobias can help." He looked up at him, waiting for him to respond, but when he didn't, the bard swiftly changed the subject. "Did you get your things done for tonight? The things you refuse to tell me about." "Da." That meant yes. "So...will you tell me about them now?" He didn't reply. "Tell me...please?" he pleaded. "No." Elvin frowned irritably. "You never tell me anything." Alucard looked over at him and sighed. "I killed a werewolf Alpha for someone, and then Damien summoned me to meet him." "Oh, Damien, huh?" he asked with a look of angst smothering his once eager face. Even the slightest mention of that man discomforted him. "What did you have to do? Meet someone again? Even more werewolf stuff? Or...Diabolus?" "The first one," the vampire said, glaring ahead as they followed a dirt path out of the town and towards a small forest. The bard eyed him sceptically. "Did you...have a date, Vuuren?" "What?" he snapped, looking over at him. "I don't care what it was." A nervous laugh broke free of Elvin's sigh. "Yeah, true. Well, whatever it was—probably not a date...I want all the details when we get back home. I feel like this might be one for my manuscript." "If you are failing as a bard, what makes you think someone is going to want to publish your manuscript?" the vampire questioned. Elvin shrugged. "I'll make it one day; I gotta find the right angle, you know? And now, with your suggestion of a new name, I might be on my way." "Right," Alucard mumbled, glaring ahead again. "Well, good luck with that." "Aww, Vuuren." Elvin smiled, looking over at him. "You're so supportive." "Am I?" he grumbled, stepping aside before Elvin could place his hand on his shoulder. Elvin frowned in discontent, but then bounced up and down. "Oh, oh, can I write down that little rescue back there? I bet you were chasing that wolf for miles, weren't you? If it weren't for me being there at that exact time, you would have never caught up with it, would you?" Alucard glanced over at him. "That is not what happened at all." "Yeah, but...you told me to switch things up; people don't wanna hear about a scary vampire killing things and saving people, they wanna hear about a mere bard saving a vampire!" "Do they?" he asked doubtfully. As they came out of the other side of the forest and onto a white sand beach, Elvin nodded confidently...but then saddened. "You're always so mean to me, you know," he said with a frown. "Sometimes, I feel like you don't believe in me. I so happen to think this idea would make a great story." "You think everything makes a great story." "Well, it does—if you tell it right." The vampire rolled his eyes. "Wait here for me." "Come on, man, you're making me wait on a beach? What if more werewolves come? Or pirates? I could be mugged!" Alucard looked him up and down. "You wouldn't exactly make a gratifying snack for a wolf, nor do you possess much at all for a pirate to steal." "Wow. Crude as ever—please, can't I come?" he pleaded, holding his hands together. "I'll keep my mouth shut; I'll stand in a little corner and observe. You won't even know I'm there." "No," he refused again. Elvin crossed his arms and pouted stubbornly. "Fine, but if I get eaten, it's on you." "A lot of things are on me these days," he grumbled. "Sit over there," he instructed, nodding over at a single tree. "I won't be long, I just have to talk to them this time." Sighing, Elvin dragged himself over to the tree, slumped down and crossed his arms. Alucard then set his eyes on the open sea ahead. In the distance, a ship was barely visible on the horizon—that was where he needed to go next. Without much falter, he disappeared into vermillion smoke and sped across the water, leaving Elvin on the beach. ⤝❖⤞ | Alucard | Alucard reached the ship. He landed on the deck with a thump and waited impatiently as a tall, sleek man dressed in a black long coat stepped out from the cabin beneath the quarterdeck. Attila, one of Alucard's subordinates. "Long night?" Attila called, his face as vacant as Alucard's. "When is it ever not?" Alucard replied, glaring into the man's crimson eyes, much of his face hidden beneath his coat's hood. He smirked. "What's the news?" "I will be working with a demon," he mumbled irritably, taking his eyes off the man to glare out at the ocean. Just thinking about Zalith aggravated him. "I am moving vampires from another world—Eltaria. They will be staying here in Dor-Sanguis," he explained, slowly setting his eyes back on the man. "There won't be enough space here soon enough, so we need to hurry up and re-establish the empire I had before I disappeared back then. The Nosferatu needs to resurface" The man nodded. "Don't worry, I've got the king eating out of my hands." "Make him beg," Alucard mumbled. "He will not be our friend; he will work for me, not with me." "Of course," the man said, bowing apologetically. "I suspect the wolves are up to something, too. I just found one hunting the bard in Wrodiff. I will be heading to my castle tonight to tell my vampires to be cautious, so you should do the same." A look of concern sat upon Attila's face. "You are concerned greatly. Do you suspect another war?" "I really hope it doesn't come to that. I will get to the bottom of it." Attila then smirked. "Does it make you miss the simpler times, Alucard?" He looked over at him and frowned. "This treaty you have worked so hard for—you wouldn't have had to if our kind decided to stay hidden from the world." Alucard sighed. "There are some that might agree, but I do not. I believe it is better for the world to know about us and learn to live with us—less superstition and mysterious deaths that way, no?" Attila laughed quietly and nodded. "Of course." "Go," he then said. "I will see you in less than a month, no?" "I'll see you then." ⏎ Back to Nosferatu ▶ Next Chapter

✯ AUTHOR BIO ✯ We all need an escape from reality, so I created something to call home. ✯ T.Csernis writes novels about murky forests, lavish mansions, and feisty, morally-grey protagonists. He is a gay man living in London, UK, with his perfectly peculiar felines, Clawdia and Peaches. He has won multiple short fiction contests, longlisted and shortlisted in NaNoWriMo 2021 and Open Novella Contest, and writes serialized fiction. T.Csernis has also had a poem he wrote when he was eight years old featured in the children's magazine, DinoMite! All of T.Csernis' novels are home to LGBTQ characters, specifically gay male leads. His works often include struggles with mental health and abusive relatives, found family, and self-discovery, all of which he has experienced himself. Enemies-to-lovers is one of T.Csernis' favourite tropes, and most of his works possess it. Every one of his novels contains an element of fantasy, whether it be low, high, epic, dark, or literary. ✯ If being published in DinoMite! wasn't an immediate giveaway, T.Csernis loves dinosaurs. He collected hundreds as a kid and still boasts an impressive collection today. He enjoys spending his free time playing Ark Survival Evolved, and often leaves the Jurassic Park/World movies playing on repeat while he works. Music has been a huge influence on T.Csernis' writing life. A lot of his influence and motivation comes from music, and some of his favourite bands include GHOST, POWERWOLF, STRATOVARIUS, and GRANDSON. He also has a deep love for classical music, especially strings. Some of his favourite series include THE EXPANSE, which he has watched and read multiple times, TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, GREY'S ANATOMY, STRANGER THINGS, THE BOYS, and THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE/BLY MANOR. ✯ ⏎ Return to Home

THE NUMENVERSE™ Publishing Imprint and Series Universe Created by T. Csernis The Numenverse is the world in which all of T. Csernis' novels and series take place. It was first created in 2012 when T. Csernis began writing 'Warlock', the beta series that started everything. Although there are demons and dragons and vampires, the Numenverse isn't too different from our own. In this world, the supernatural beings, otherwise known as Caeleste, chose to reveal their existence rather than remain in the shadows, thus creating an alternate world. Some history is similar, as well as languages, places, and people, but a lot of these things have been named after significant Caeleste events and or influences, such as the country Dor-Sanguis, which is much like Earth's Romania, but the name means blood and suffering, reflecting the vampire-werewolf wars which broke out over several hundred years. The timeline is a little different, though. The first Numen Chronicles story takes place in Numenverse year 957, which is roughly 1872 in Earth's timeline. This is because when the supernatural revealed themselves, the world was 'reborn anew', and this event is known as Year Zero. In Earth's timeline, Year Zero occurred in the year 915. ⏎ Back to Home THE NUMENVERSE TIMELINE Every story in order, dated, and tagged with important world events THE NUMEN CHRONICLES | VOLUME ONE: NOSFERATU Numenverse year: 957 - THE NUMEN CHRONICLES | VOLUME TWO: DEMON'S FATE Numenverse year: 958 - THE NUMEN CHRONICLES | VOLUME THREE: LIGHT Numenverse year: 959 - THE NUMEN CHRONICLES | VOLUME FOUR: DEMON'S BANE Numenverse year: 960 -

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WHERE THE WILD WOLVES HAVE GONE Standalone Novella and Novel ⊳⊱ ❍ ⊰⊲ The Lunaris pack belongs to Lyca-Corp, and for generations their ancestors have served the worldwide corporation. Netherworlders threaten human existence, and it was the pack's hereditary duty to protect them and do as Lyca-Corp commanded. However, when a mission takes a drastic turn, sixteen-year-old Luan is thrust into an overwhelming string of disheartening events. From back-up beta to heir to Alpha, his preferred quiet, unimportant place among his pack is swiftly torn from him, and he must quickly adapt to a role he thought was miles out of reach. ⊳⊱ ❍ ⊰⊲ NOVEL ⊳⊱ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⊰⊲ TRAILER View the WHERE THE WILD WOLVES HAVE GONE book trailer STORY PLAYLIST Where The Wild Wolves Have Gone - Powerwolf Wild Go - Dark Dark Dark Hunter's Moon - Ghost The Wolf - Foxworth Hall Secrets and lies - Ruelle Daydream - Ruelle Brave Enough - Lindsey Stirling Angel by the Wings - Sia The Songs I Listened To On Repeat While Writing Chiquitita - ABBA Where The Wild Wolves Have Gone (orchestral) - Powerwolf ⊳⊱ Listen on Spotify ⊰⊲ Where The Wild Wolves Have Gone: Video READ A LITTLE... Check out the first three chapters for free. CHAPTER ONE - HUNTER'S MOON 2082 words Moonlight. Silver spread across the gloomy, resting city, shining off the glass walls and puddles of rainwater. Midnight crept closer, and as sleep quietened the night, a whisp of white sleeked through a narrow alley. Silently, the lone ashen wolf navigated the city’s darkest, smallest cracks. It left no hint of a trail, its ice-white eyes focused on what lay ahead. Alleys, gutters, and dead-still streets—it raced across the deserted roads, avoiding the light. ➣ Read More CHAPTER TWO - THE PACK 2037 words Luan woke to the white of his room, the morning alarms blaring through the hallway. As the red light above his single-windowed door flashed, he sat up in his bed, but he gripped his blanket before it could reveal his chest. With his amber eyes, he stared over at his door. He knew he had only a few minutes before it would open, so he climbed out of bed, a shiver of cold slithering through his body as his bare feet touched the floor. ➣ Read More CHAPTER THREE - SECTOR ONE-THREE 1836 words Chaos had ensnared sector one-three. The towering metal walls of the compound were torn wide-open; gunshots and metallic explosions enthralled the morning air, and as creatures fought against soldiers, the once green grass quickly adorned a blanket of crimson. From the windows of the V-22 Osprey, Luan and his pack stared down at the battle. His amber eyes widened as the aircraft flew overhead, approaching the landing zone. He could see monstrous bears and machine-mounted lizards, hundreds of gun-wielding humans, armoured vehicles, and deep, smoking craters. ➣ Read More Where The Wild Wolves Have Gone: Work ⏎ Back to Wild Wolves Home COVERS The covers for both the NOVELLA and NOVEL versions. (Novella cover by Julia Bland) ⏎ Back to Wild Wolves Home

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References & Education This category encompasses works designed to inform, instruct, or catalogue knowledge across a wide range of fields. It includes structured educational materials, practical manuals, scholarly treatises, encyclopedic compendiums, and other documents intended to support learning, research, or expertise. These texts often serve as foundational resources in academic, arcane, or professional settings, offering factual, methodical, or instructional content rather than narrative or speculative writing. ⏎ Return to Lore Directory Supernatural Political History The Vampiric Ledger An authoritative and ever-updated volume that records the history, structure, and members of all known vampire covens. Maintained by arcane scribes, it serves as the central reference for sanctioned scholars, mages, and covenant officials. ➢ Read Ledger The Lupine Index A monthly-updated tome cataloguing werewolf bloodlines, packs, and territories. Strictly regulated due to its political sensitivity, it is accessed only by the Nosferatu and allied mages, council agents, and authorised pack leaders to monitor lycan activity. Coming soon... Zenith's Kingdom Archive A restricted record tracking demon bloodlines, allegiances, and planar activity. Regularly updated and tightly controlled, the Index is accessible only to sanctioned mages, warlocks, and infernal monitors due to its dangerous and political content. Coming soon...

Arcana Bestiary A Comprehensive Guide to the Arcana Beasts, Monsters, and Animals of Aegisguard “Know Them Before They Know You.” — Mireya Thorne, Senior Beastwarden of the Hollowpine Enclave Compiled by Consortium-approved naturalists, arcanists, and seasoned field scholars, the Arcana Bestiary serves as the definitive archive of the realm’s known Arcana creatures. This illustrated volume documents the behaviours, appearances, habitats, abilities, and threat levels of Arcanean fauna, offering both general insight and detailed observations for researchers, travellers, field operatives, and even for the casually curious. Each entry includes classifications by type and temperament, Arcana abilities or anomalies, and notes on cultural significance or superstition. Wherever possible, field reports have been cross-referenced with historical sightings, indigenous records, and Arcana-based vivisectional studies. Though primarily used for academic purposes, this bestiary has become an essential resource for hunters, wardens, and travellers alike. Whether you're researching the ethereal traits of draconic offspring or preparing to cross beast-ridden territories, the information within may very well save your life. Each beast is categorized into distinct classes based on biological traits, Arcana properties, and behavioural patterns. These classifications can be found in the section below Back to the Lore Archive Endorsed by the Consortium — Reviewed by Beastmasters and Scholars Alike “Essential reading for any serious Arcana naturalist or student of the old sciences.” — Professor Elareth Viànor, Department of Arcana Biology, Mage Consortium ✧ “The most complete catalogue since Edred’s Thirteenth Compendium, and far more accurate. Thank Erich someone finally corrected the entry on mirrorwhelps.” — Archivist Mirell Tohvren, Keeper of the Drakoth Ledger Vaults ✧ “Readable, well-researched, and mercifully free of noble exaggeration. For once, a bestiary that won’t get you killed.” — Magister Aun Lyscault, Court Arcanist to the Highblood of Erisca Read All Endorsements Bestiary Categories Amphibious Fauna Creatures capable of living both in water and on land, often requiring moist environments ➤ Access Creature Index Aquatic Fauna Beasts of scale, shell, or shimmer that dwell beneath waves, within marshes, or even in enchanted lakes. While some are placid and ornamental, others are abyssal horrors, adapted for ambush, lure, or ethos-infused defense. Many are harvested for alchemical use, but others are feared for the curses they carry ➤ Access Creature Index Avian Fauna Winged, feathered creatures capable of flight (though not exclusively) ➤ Access Creature Index Endorsements from Frontline Experts Comments from rangers, beastwardens, monster hunters, border scouts, and active defence personnel who have encountered these creatures in the wild. “If I’d had this in my first decade, I’d still have both legs. Get it, learn it, live longer.” — Senn Dryvale, retired beast tracker, founder of the Guild of Palehorn Watchers “Know Them Before They Know You? No truer warning. I’ve seen lads mistake a boneburrow pup for a cave rat. One glance at page 312 would’ve saved five lives.” — Ser Kaelen Brae, Commander of the Northmarch Huntsmen “Don’t take a step into wild territory without it. Or do, and become chapter thirty-seven.” — Tharnus Greel, bounty hunter (quote supplied via sworn affidavit, three days before disappearance in the Wyrmcoast) Endorsements from Academic Authorities Comments from university professors, Arcana zoologists, archivists, and Arcana scholars—those who have studied beasts in controlled environments or through ancient records. “Essential reading for any serious Arcana naturalist or student of the old sciences.” — Professor Elareth Viànor, Department of Etherial Biology, Collegium Noctarné “The most complete catalogue since Edred’s Thirteenth Compendium—and far more accurate. Thank Erich someone finally corrected the entry on mirrorwhelps.” — Archivist Mirell Tohvren, Keeper of the Drakoth Ledger Vaults “Readable, well-researched, and mercifully free of noble exaggeration. For once, a bestiary that won’t get you killed.” — Magister Aun Lyscault, Court Arcanist to the Highblood of Erisca Endorsements from Arcana Practitioners Comments from magi, elementalists, wardwrights, and summoners who work with or study Arcana beasts for spellcraft, enchantment, and containment. “A rare convergence of observational science and living ethos. This work is as much spellcraft as scholarship.” — Sister Veilha of the Starbound Quill, High Chronicler of Celestine Codices “Some creatures listed here should not be remembered. Others must never be forgotten. This tome does both, and well.” — Velmir Athros, Seer of the Ninth Loom, Veilwatch Order

ZALITH Born: Primis 18th, 333 Birthplace: Andora, Eltaria Zodiac: Capricorn Age: 625 Height: 191cm (6ft3) Species: Incubus Bloodline: Lilidian Ethos Colour: Ashen Other names: Eladarin Lilithkin Morality Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Zalith was born into a rich, well-known family of socialites. His mother, a succubus, and father were scions, direct ethos-created descendants of the demon goddess, Lilith. Zalith was born an incubus, the first of his kind. He, like his parents, has no surname but was given Valerian as his middle name. He spent his years growing up and being trained to become the smart, resourceful, devious warlord he is today. Zalith is also an apex demon, a demon which rules several alpha demons and their packs. He’s led a promiscuous life for the past few hundred years, but after losing the war in Eltaria, he chose to dedicate his time to focusing solely on keeping those of his people that remain safe. He also works as one of Damien’s subordinates, and his loyalty earned him the chance to move the vampires that helped him during the war to another world—Alvenguard. He accumulated a lot of enemies in his life, upset a lot of people, and believes that the loss he has suffered recently is some sort of karma for the things he’s done. But he promised himself he’d do all he could to help his people before his wrongdoings caught up to him. When Damien introduced him to Alucard, he was sceptical—and also a little attracted to the vampire. He saw him as a potential conquest and distraction while he worked to move his people. But he is quickly shown that Alucard might just be what he’d spent six hundred years waiting for. ⏎ Back to Characters CHARACTER AESTHETIC CHARACTER PLAYLIST Songs that depict Zalith's character. Angels and Demons - Just Loud My Body Is A Cage - Peter Gabriel Maps - Freya Ridings Born Ready - Zayde Wolf Fire on Fire - Sam Smith ー ⊰ Listen on Spotify ⊱ ー