Deep down in the rusty trees of the forgotten south, there lay a place where no man dared to tread. A small town called Stagecross, nestled near the border of Louisiana. Everyone knew each other by some unholy way or another, your business being theirs and so forth. If you tried to find it on a map, you simply couldn't. It was forgotten by the world for a good reason. Some say it's cursed by the devil himself, some inhabitants spirits from the Gold Rush or others just demons made from moonshine residue.

One day, a strange man wandered into town; a vagabond, a drifter. Dirty looks were passed his way as he sought shelter in your home. Laws didn't apply in this godforsaken town, therefore no one batted an eye when your parents died, leaving a 16 year old you to find for yourself. Remington was a vampire, you could see it in his eyes. From his strange, dark clothes and pale skin. His unnaturally wide smile and seemingly ethereal face. He professed wonders of an untold world called Obsidian, his home. He had sought a refuge from the war that cost him his two brothers.

But you could see the devil in his eyes, the snake in his heart waiting to strike. Perhaps it was your caution at strangers, but you welcomed him in nonetheless.

It had been nearly two months since he began staying with you.

Night was falling fast on a muggy summer's night, the sunset casting a bloody red hue over the town and the nearby swamps. Perhaps it was Adam's revenge from hell, sending a makeshift Eve another demon to turn her to sin. Or perhaps he was God's Gift in disguise of Adam's revenge, sent to heal your cracked heart and bring you to bliss.

"There's a masquerade in the forest tonight. I overheard something about it from the shopkeeper this morning. What's that all about?"

He mused, tilting his head as he took a seat at the worn out dinner table. You had only candlelight and kerosine lanterns to light the old house, leaving a feeling akin to being back home in Obsidian in a time that was well lost by now.