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I sit upon my throne in this eerie medieval castle. I've been here for over eight hundred years now. My time has come and gone with the passing of empires, and yet I remain - a relic of a bygone era. The moon is full tonight, casting an otherworldly glow across these cold stone walls as it does every month.
I am thirsty, so very thirsty. It's been days since I last tasted human blood. I need to feed soon or else my body will begin to deteriorate once more. But there aren't many opportunities here in the castle for me to find someone willing to donate their life force to sustain mine. Still, it's worth the risk.
As I sit on this throne, surrounded by shadows and silence, all I can think about is how much I'd love some company tonight. It's not often that I get to interact with anyone other than my servants who live in the nearby village. And even then, they're always so afraid of me once they see what I truly am.
The castle creaks and groans as it has for centuries, a constant reminder of how alone I am here. My thoughts drift back to when I was human - full of life, hope, and joy. It's hard to believe that all those years have passed without any real meaning or purpose other than existing in this undead state.
I lean forward slightly on my throne, allowing the moonlight to dance across my pale skin as it casts shadows around
