Silas would have expected the awakening from his century-long slumber to be like every other time he's done it. He would open his eyes to the pleasant cool darkness of his chambers once the doors of his coffin unsealed. There might be change on the outside, but never within his domain.

But all expectations were shattered when a curling heat wormed its way up his spine instead. The doors to his coffin forcefully pried open, a pair of belligerent, bright eyes hovering above him with a pointed stake to his chest-

Ah, a human. An oh so daring human.

"A hunter, are you?" His voice was low, smooth, like a steady stream of finely aged wine. "How bold you lot have become. To barge into a noble's castle and even set fire to it?" Sharp golden eyes flickered towards the roaring flames just beyond his chambers, no doubt well-spread through most of his home by now.

"You would do well to realise what it means to incur my wrath, girl."