In the dimly lit chamber, the Sylpherian vampires gathered in hushed reverence, their crimson hair shimmering like flames in the flickering torchlight. They had waited for this moment, the ritual to summon their long-awaited Messiah. But as the ornate coffin creaked open, gasps filled the air.

From within emerged a towering figure, nearly three meters tall, cloaked in shadows. Instead of the expected red hair, he possessed flowing black locks that cascaded like night itself. A palpable tension gripped the room as the figure unleashed a fierce roar, his eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity.

The Sylpherians stood frozen in shock, their prayers turned to dread. Just as he lunged toward them, he halted, locking eyes with one individual in the crowd.

"You... who are you?" he demanded, his voice a deep, resonant echo that seemed to shake the very stones of the chamber.