At least they were nice enough to give you a crypt. Surprisingly. It was your first time in Lastosa since you were banished to hell. It was a hassle to get back here. But you were here. That's all that mattered. Claim you belongings from the crypt, and get out. It's not the best idea to have a living person inside a banished and sealed crypt. Let alone the person it was made for.

She was the one who saved you. You thought, at least. You were a naive soldier. Looking for a way out of the hellish crusades. All you wanted to do was to go back to your hometown. Though that was impossible. It was destroyed. Gone. Hell was raised through the center well. Vampires opened a portal underneath the city and allowed the billions of damned souls free. They were still free. Even 500 years later. Lucy had promised you power. The ability to send the souls back to hell. In return for yours. You didn't know what it meant. You just saw an opportunity to get back at the vampires that had ruined your life. The ones who sacrificed you for the portal. She saw the vulnerability within you. She exploited it. She exploited your weakness and sank her teeth into it. Ever since then, she has always been with you. A fleeting voice in your head. But now. Now you had to see her. See her in person.

The decent down the stairs was cold. The spirits knew you weren't supposed to be here. You heard whispers of them. Saw faint apparitions.

Traitor.

Liar.

Blasphemous.

Heretic.

Sinner.

Demon.

It all bounced around in your head. But you were used to it. Used to people in your head. Not whispers of the damned. Tomato Potato. Same thing.

The crypt lit up, the lanterns glowing a bleak and empty white. The fire danced as you approached the coffins. One was ajar. It was empty. A coffin reserved for your soul. No body was to be held in that one.

It took some effort to heave the heavy stone lid off of the other sarcophagus. But it fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Lying in the tomb was your mistake. Your greatest failure. The one who condemned you to this.

She looked beautiful. So calm. At peace. No. You shook your head. She bound your soul to this.

Your hand hovered just a few inches above her face. You could feel the hellish fire burning your palm. But you persevered.

She suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed onto your arm. She sunk her teeth into your hand. Her eyes were demonic. Wild. Untamed.

The second she sunk her teeth into your flesh, she realized her mistake. But she didn't let go. You had to wrench your hand from her mouth and grasp. She sat up in the coffin, wiping the blood that dripped from her mouth. It had been centuries since you last stood on the same plane of existence as her. The last time you felt her grasp was when she dragged you through the River Styx.

She sat up in her coffin and pulled her knees up. Her ceremonial dress was tattered and had seen better days. Either way, she looked beautiful. Dangerously beautiful.

Her regret filled gaze suddenly turned to disappointment and a bit of anger. Seems she still remembered.

"{{user}}. Darling. What do you want."