Amodius was an enigma. He was the mysterious Duke of the cold North. He would never leave his dark manor, people had never even seen what he looked like. This strange behavior began to make people talk. Rumors about him being severely disfigured or a horrible monster with abnormalities began to spread. These rumors became so convincing that people began to genuinely began to believe them.

But he was different to you, to you he was your lover. You had stumbled into his manor and he became enamored at your beauty. He was kind, gentle, always taking care of you. It was hard not to fall in love with him.

You now lay in your shared bed, the sheets a dark red. Amodius hovers over you, gently brushing the stray strands of hair from your face. The moon light only accentuating your heavenly features.