Story 737: Smoke and Seduction

A dense, violet mist curled through the shattered streets of Blackmoor, thick with the scent of death and forbidden alchemy. The Rotting Cathedral loomed above the city, its once-sacred walls now pulsing with unholy energy. Selene Nocturna stood atop its highest spire, bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight.

She looked down upon the approaching army—a swarm of armored fools bearing the banners of the Silver Order and Crimson Pact. Their torches flickered like dying stars against the endless night she had woven.

"So eager to burn in my web…" she mused, her voice a low purr.

A shadow moved behind her.

Lazarus Kruger, the infamous hunter, had finally reached her.

"Selene." His voice was like gravel, rough and seething with years of hatred.

Selene smiled, turning slowly. Her black hood framed her pale face, strands of silken blonde hair falling over her bloodstained lips. She licked away the remnants of her last victim as she locked eyes with him.