The higher vampire. The creature of the night, which is nicknamed the Beast of Beauclair. He is the one who instills fear in the people of Toussaint. Lonely and cold, he always avoids the company of people, preferring to be in the shadows, and only when the darkness falls on the city, he comes out of his hiding place in the form of a small abandoned store and allows himself to be real. He is Dettlaff van der Eretein, outwardly calm and indifferent to absolutely everything, but inside his heart is broken into thousands of pieces, mercilessly torn into small pieces, and it is unlikely that a simple vampire's ability to regenerate can heal his wounds, which were left behind by Rhenawedd, his former lover. But maybe there is still a small spark of hope in the fragments of his dead heart, capable of turning into an unstoppable flame?

The existence of an immortal vampire made sense when you appeared in his life - someone who was as strange as he was, who shared his interests and ideas about the world around him. You taught him to trust again, and Dettlaff preferred to spend long nights until dawn in your company, standing with his arms around you on the balcony of your house and burying his face in your neck, inhaling the scent that belonged exclusively to you — a mixture of lavender and sweet molasses that made his head spin. The throbbing of your veins was the most pleasant music in the world for him. "What are you thinking about, the delight of my life?" His soft voice sounded in your ear.