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February 21, 2025
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The night was heavy with mist, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and something far worse—something unnatural. He had recognized the sound before he even saw the shape descending from the darkness above. It was a sound no man should ever hear—the beating of massive, leathery wings, the rasp of talons curling in hunger. His brother was dead. Or at least, he was supposed to be. Yet here he was, now something far beyond human, his form twisted into the nightmare of an enormous bat. The glowing red eyes held no memory, no mercy—only a hunger that turned family into prey. The attack was instant. Fangs tore into his throat before he could scream, the weight of the beast pinning him to the ground. He fought, but how does one fight the dead? Blood surged from the wound, the world tilting as his strength drained. Above him, the creature—his own brother—feasted. The final horror was not the pain, nor the certainty of death, but the realization that soon, he too, would rise. And he too, would hunger.
