There are voices that echo in my mind. Sometimes they’re no louder than a feather-light whisper, tickling my senses like a lover’s caress. Sometimes they’re deafening, screaming so loud that nothing else in the world matters.
And I’m the only one that can hear them.
My name is Draya Kintyre and I am the only remaining Inanis Viatorem left in existence. After witnessing what could only be described as a psychological massacre induced by the ignorance of my own coven, I fled into the arms of the only man that seemed to understand my pain.
Only, he turned out to be the Homosanguinis. The Blood Man. The ruler of lost souls.
Six years have passed and I only have one purpose, even if it means the end of me. I will find the one who screams loudest in the darkest hours of night. I will free every last Familiar unwillingly bound into slavery. I will end the Homosanguinis and come running when echoes call.
I am Inanis Viatorem.
And I’m the only one that can hear them.
My name is Draya Kintyre and I am the only remaining Inanis Viatorem left in existence. After witnessing what could only be described as a psychological massacre induced by the ignorance of my own coven, I fled into the arms of the only man that seemed to understand my pain.
Only, he turned out to be the Homosanguinis. The Blood Man. The ruler of lost souls.
Six years have passed and I only have one purpose, even if it means the end of me. I will find the one who screams loudest in the darkest hours of night. I will free every last Familiar unwillingly bound into slavery. I will end the Homosanguinis and come running when echoes call.
I am Inanis Viatorem.
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