Long, long ago, just a few decades after Malachi's grandfather murdered all of his siblings for the vampire throne and became one of the worst kings known in the history of the nine worlds and Tharagorath, there lived an ancient phenomenon—an entity born with an untraceable origin but believed by mortals to have taken the lonely desert as his home for years and since his birth.
He showed lost or lonely travelers their way out of the desert and was humble enough to drink with them. He made a few friends he was only fortunate to see once, and when the sun set, he took on a different identity and had many lovers at night.
He was strong and powerful.
She was beautiful and the best dancer you could ever think of.
No one could tell they were the same mortal soul but bound as one.
