A Wildes witch cursed me for the massacre my coven was responsible for. I can only drink the blood of the descendants my coven murdered because of bloodlust.

Even on the brink of death, I cannot die.

I wish for death.

I hope for it.

And then my beloved finally appears, and he is the very last descendant of the family my own kind killed. His forgiveness will be hard to earn, but his blood?

That will be near impossible to get.

I’ve been burdened with the power to summon, see, and talk to dead people.

I get glimpses of the past, present, and future with one touch of any object.

Astral projection is also part of my power.

If I can’t summon a ghost, I go to them to find answers.

But no one could have ever warned me what would happen if I fell in love with a human.

I’m a witch.

My power is a secret.

If humans found out, the Arcana Guild would seek punishment. It’s the ultimate rule.

And yet, I find myself falling in love with one.

He accepts me like no other has even if my coven would never accept him.

Life and death become our only options.

And death comes far too soon.

There’s only one way to mend my heart.

I loved her when I wasn't allowed to, and in death, she's all I think about.

Purgatory is the life I never knew I wanted.

I'm able to release the rage I've kept locked inside my entire life.

When the fog hovers above the ground, I am in one place.

The Graveyard.

A fighting ring where I can unleash the violence my werewolf craves.

The winner of every round gets a step closer to getting out of purgatory.

The loser has their existence wiped from the universe.

With one drop of blood spilled, I think of her.

Elouise.

I remember being young and in love with a vampire I wasn't allowed to be with.

Our love was forbidden.

And that fuels my lividity.

My love for her keeps me strong in a place so wicked.

I thought our time together ended when we were seventeen.

Until I see her in purgatory.

Only to learn the real fight has just begun.

I'm a monster DNA experiment and my beasts salivate at the thought of her.

In my human life, I was a hardworking blue-collar man.

And now I'm a monster.

My anger is tenfold in this form.

Yet I find a part of me that's fragile and needs protecting.

Every day, I turn to stone on her property to watch over her.

At night, I let myself into her home.

I find it impossible to stop myself.

These things inside me roar knowing this woman is mine.

I won't let her be taken from me.

Not when she's all I have left.

I watch. I stalk.

I feast. I prey.

I devour her when she has no idea.

The invisibility of my new body works to my advantage.

Until I see her scars.

The love I pour into her is nothing compared to the hate I'll give to him.

She. Is. Mine.

And all my beasts agree.

If someone owes me money, I take their life.

I don't play games. I win them.

It's how I own this island. It's how I'm the wealthiest and most feared.

Nothing can take that from me.

Until I'm offered her.

Her brother owed me thousands and in exchange, gave me his sister to clear his name.

The moment I saw her picture, I knew she was meant to be mine.

Nothing can stop me.

She's mine to take.

And anyone who gets in my way?

I'll feed to the sharks.