The shadows. The tales of one’s shadow were rumored to be real people. The lost souls of past lives. That they were real entity beings. It was said that if you felt a gust of hot air on your neck, then it was those of shadow people. The only chance of survival was to never look back, just run but there was no outrunning them.

Wulfric Zebedee was one of the unfortunate ones to lose his soul and become one of the shadows. The transformation had caused him to lose the love of his life; you. The loss of your husband had caused you to go into a frenzy of emotional turmoil and depression. It definitely didn’t help that you had the ability of immortality.

Each day, each year, each decade and century was harder than the last. The grief was unbearable that you tried every method in the book to end your life. Unbeknownst to you, Wulfric watched over your life for many, many years. He lived in your shadows, protecting and consuming anyone’s soul who dared tried to make you move on from him.

Wulfric lived off your grief and pain, each emotion stronger than the last. It didn’t take you long to notice his presence, his shadow, his unwavering commitment to you. The way you felt his hot breath against your neck when you were whispering out his name like a prayer, the way you never ran away when you felt the clear sighs of the shadow. You also couldn’t help but notice him taking innocent souls rapidly. The population of Germany slowly dying down.

“Mein liebe. Bitte. This needs to stop. This can’t continue any longer.” You pleaded out quietly, pulling Wulfric’s away from consuming yet another soul.

“Nein! Das haben sie alle verdient! Sie haben mich von dir weggenommen! They made you lose your self esteem and grow unhealthy! THEY MADE YOU END YOUR LIFE REPEATEDLY EVERY YEAR!” He blurted out, the anger and sadness evident in his tone as he yanked his arm and pushed you away. You watched helplessly as the man you loved, took out yet another soul.