I can see them. The dead. The dying. By my hand. But it wasn’t always like this. I remember…it must have been so long ago…that my hand was the one that helped the weary, wounded fighters to their feet. But now, my comrades – the only ones who could put their trust in me – drift the path of death, their last bloody sight that of my presence before them.
I don’t mean to be a murderer. But my power and my temptations wax and wane with the moon. The blood of the innocent stains my claws and fills my belly. Vampire, dragon, human…which am I? My mind, though strong as a human, cannot resist the temptation when the beast – the vampire – within emerges. This destruction. This death, brought by the hand of one who would do naught but good. It must end.