Chadstone was born into shadows, carved into life by a shard of bone against infernal glass; nine runes and a splash of blood to form a body animated. The Ancients slithered through their illusion-riddled world and played chess with mortal lives, sucking the marrow out of their souls. Chadstone hovered on the edges of the mortal realm, sharpening his magic and wit, and wondered if he could steal a soul. He watched a mortal play, a girl with black curls and golden eyes.
He wondered if it was better to steal a mortal heart.
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