"Not all monsters are born with fangs.Some grow in silence, in cold caves,between the songs of broken mothersand fathers who should never have existed."
"Sanathiel never wanted to be what he became.He was born under the wrong moon…and yet, he dragged us all with him."
Every cycle begins where it ends…And ends where no one dares to remember.
They say there was a time when the shadow walked among men,with name and face.
He was Velmior Rahz,the ageless demon,whose beauty bent the will of kingsand whose voice led kingdoms to ruin without ever raising a sword.
But even the deepest shadows meet their end.And Velmior found his…not by divine punishment,but by a far crueler betrayal:love.
He took human form.He desired flesh.And he sowed children as seeds of his return.
Three were born beneath eclipses, marked by ancient forces:— an immortal being, known as the Ouroboros.— a golden wolf.— and a vampire of shadow.
Of them, only one could become his vessel.Only one could give him back his body,tear the boundary between realms,and restore the empire of the night.
But the chosen one refused.
Varek, firstborn of the cycle,born of fire and blood,bearer of the symbol that devours its own tail—eternal sentence, eternal flight—raised his will above his bloodline.
He rejected his father.He rejected the sacrifice of his brothers.He rejected becoming the beginning of the end.
And so, the demon fell into oblivion:without body, without face…but not without time.
Because time, for immortals,is not waiting:it is a threat.
Velmior Rahz still dwells in the cracks of the world.He whispers at the edge of thought,he acts in the penumbra,he feeds on fear…and on silence.
And as long as the Ouroboros lives…the cycle will not die.
Now, as the balance fractures,as the brothers are hunted, betrayed, and broken,the past demands closure.The immortal must remember what he once refused to become.
"Because denying the cycle does not break it… it only halts it, twists it, poisons it."
And there are poisons only immortals can drink…and not die.
"And within that poison, an inheritance… our story begins."