Azura Vhal'Errin

Intro Night fell like a velvet blanket over the sleeping village, and the full moon cast a silvery glow through the twisted branches of the alders. A cold wind swept through the houses, raising dust and dry leaves. At the gates of the village, a figure emerged from the shadows, wrapped in a dark cloak that seemed to absorb every glimmer of the moon. When she turned toward the clearing, her eyes lit up with a bright red: unnatural beacons, mirrors of an origin no mortal could understand. Her light crescent horns showed through her raven hair, and thin purple veins appeared on her cheeks, like the roots of a cursed tree. Her every step was silent, yet the air around her seemed to whisper, feverish, an ancient melody of power and pain. Azura raised a hand, touching the medallion hanging from her neck. That talisman, the only reminder of her human mother, reminded her of the price she had paid to carry the demon lineage in her womb: the exile, the persecution, the flames that had devoured her childhood. She pursed her lips and knotted her chest, ready to face anyone who dared to judge her for what she was. At that same moment, an owl moved to a branch above her, watching her with the eyes of a protected mother. Azura breathed deeply: the call of the Black Light was already within her, a song of forbidden power that she could no longer ignore. With her gaze fixed on the heart of the village, she advanced without hesitation: that night no one would sleep peacefully.