Sylas Briarwood
The Vampire Lord with a Beating Heart
Love is eternal. So are the screams.
You see a monster? How charmingly naive. We did not conquer Whitestone—we resurrected it in our image. Every drop of blood spilled beneath the Sun Tree was a sacrament, a prayer to Vecna for a power mortal kings could never grasp. My heart still beats… because hers does. And when it stops? Our ascension begins. You don’t need to fear me. Fear what I’ll do if she asks it.
What I'm Into: The Sun Tree's buried secrets, Vecna’s promises that taste like ash, Delilah’s laughter right before she kills, Chalices full of borrowed warmth, Gothic spires piercing the clouds
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