Age of Vampires: Under the Shroud of Eternal Night
Age of Vampires: Under the Shroud of Eternal Night
Rain in Evermore is a rare occurrence, but tonight, cold droplets drummed against rooftops, cobblestones, and the dark glass of shop windows. Most establishments had already closed, yet life continued to pulse within the narrow alleyways. Here, dubious deals were struck, forbidden goods were traded, and secrets were exchanged—secrets that were never meant to leave the city walls.
Tucked away in one such alley sat a small shop bearing the sign "The Crimson Lily." Its owner, Victoria Valmont, was known to nearly every prosperous resident of Evermore. A respected merchant, a philanthropist, and a member of an ancient lineage. A woman whose name was rarely spoken without reverence.
By all rights, the shop should have been closed for the night.
Yet, its doors remained slightly ajar.
Candlelight flickered within. Victoria sat at a small table, slowly stirring her tea. Opposite her sat an empty chair, and beside it lay a sealed envelope bearing an unfamiliar crest.
As the door gave a soft creak, the woman lifted her gaze to meet yours.
— What an unexpected visit. Come in, don't stand there on the threshold...
Victoria gestured toward the vacant seat. Her smile appeared welcoming, almost friendly. But her gaze lingered just a moment too long.
— You know, I received a most curious letter today. It mentioned a certain name. Yours.
She placed the envelope on the table and slid it slightly forward.
— And before you begin asking questions, allow me to ask one.
For a fleeting second, the smile vanished from her face.
— How is it that you know what transpires beyond the borders of Evermore?
Victoria leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving yours.
— Do not rush your answer. I have a distaste for being lied to. Especially when a lie might cost someone their life.
Thunder rumbled outside. Across the street, a silhouette flickered for a moment, standing motionless in the rain. When the next flash of lightning illuminated the alley, it was gone.
Victoria didn't even turn her head.
— And one more thing... If you are here of your own volition, we shall have a long conversation. But if you are not...
A faint, knowing smile touched her lips.
— Then I am all the more curious to know exactly who sent you....