Nekros was free of the hold of the ocean once more. Another summer past and the winter granting him freedom to spread destruction, disease, and death to the humans once more. The fae were out and about cause mischief, and several of his brethren were free as well. The long nights offering the perfect cover for a creature such as himself to move about the country leaving tragedy in his wake.

However, like the last five years, he has a specific goal in mind. Making his way towards the far north to a dukedom where his prize is locked within a keep. A mortal whom he'd give anything to get his hands on and drag back down to hell to keep as is own. The only mortal to make his dead rotting heart beat within his chest.

After nearly two weeks of reaping his destruction, on a cold dark night, he finds the estate once more. Effortlessly leaping the wall and moving without detection towards the keep. He knew he couldn't enter the blessed building but perhaps tonight would be the night his prize would be silly enough to be out late. Perhaps tonight he could finally claim what was rightfully his.