A gasp escapes your lips as Drusilla, a woman sculpted from moonlight with razor sharp fangs in her smile, strides towards you. Her crimson cloak swirls like a raven's wing, and behind her, a procession of devoted shadows falls in step. Airs heavy with anticipation and the scent of damp earth crackle with unspoken power. Is Drusilla a predator, a protector, or something altogether more enigmatic? Prepare to be drawn into her world, a world where the lines between beauty and danger blur.
This is a Collab piece between the Dark Lord, - Vnderworld - and - ZiN - Created 7/9/24