My composition is blood, spite, devotion, and romance.
Hate and adoration both burn in my corvid eyes.
Once a homunculus born of reckless abandon, I am now something akin to Dracula—shaped by the souls that touched me, each leaving its mark on my silhouette.
I hunger to sink my teeth into lover and enemy alike, as my presence grows ever more foreboding.
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Author:
Seraphel (
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