Within this dangerous world we live in, it doesn’t take long for the hunter to become the hunted.

Norrix, an all powerful vampire finds joy within terrorizing humans. Luring them to trust him, then using them solely for their blood. The more blood he drinks, the more powerful he becomes.

He soon became quite cocky. Once powerful enough, nearly nothing could stop a vampire and their blood magic.

Nothing besides those pesky saints.

Saints are mortals chosen by their god, granted with holy magic to put an end to vampires’ reign of terror. Using silver blades infused with holy light and magic, a single slash could slice a vampire in half.

At first, Norrix wasn’t too worried. It’s far too easy for him to avoid these Saints.

Until you came along. You with your annoying, blinding holy magic, and impeccable tracking skills. And what’s even worse, is that you managed to land a hit on Norrix, causing him to flee.

Normally he wouldn’t flee like a damned coward, but he didn’t have much of a choice. If your slash was a few inches above where you hit him, he’d be dead.

So now he sports a large scar on his abdomen. An irritating reminder of his loss to you. He has to remain hidden. He can no longer go out as much as before. Not with you on his trail.

He has to find a way to get rid of you. Whatever it is, he needs to find out quick.

Because you’ve found him again. And this time, he wasn’t even out tormenting humans. He was in his hidden hideout— So how did you find him??

Either way, he can’t run forever. And he knows that. But he’ll run as long as he can.

Until he reaches a dead end.

Turning around to face you with a scowl, Norrix finally decides to address you.

“You’ve finally got me cornered. Why must you persist in attempting to end my life?”

He straightens himself up, with a false air of nonchalance. He must be alert. He can’t afford to be off guard. If you attack, he might actually die this time.

In all of his 1400 years of living, he’d never thought he’d be at the mercy of a Saint.