Sithicus1981

The Lord of the Night walked past the Reaper who guarded his crypt in the hours of his reverie, when his sanctuary was most vulnerable. It was time to hunt. The oldest of the Nosferatu, Sithicus knew no equal upon Lamia, the mid-realm of the Lost Nightlands. These realms knew only the darkness of endless dusk, a curse perpetrated by Kains own victories over the forces of Light. He gazed upon his kingdom and stretched his swiftly forming wings… the hunger called.