Night Child

Em a remote city shrouded in shadows, where nights were longer than usual, lived a man named Edgar. He was known as the "Son of the Night" because his life was intertwined with darkness since birth. His past was a mystery, enveloped in dark legends that echoed through the dirty alleys of the city.

Edgar possessed a peculiar feature: his eyes shone like two crescent moons on a starless night. Those who dared to gaze into his eyes felt a chilling shiver down their spine, as if they were staring into the personification of darkness itself.

The city lived under the dominion of an ancient legend about the Son of the Night. It was said that he was a cursed creature, a nocturnal being that fed on the life energy of those who ventured through the dark streets. A aura of fear hung over the city when the sun set, for it was at that moment that Edgar emerged from the shadows.

One night, a young woman named Amelia, curious and fearless, decided to unravel the secrets of the Son of the Night. She wandered through dark alleys, her footsteps echoing like haunting whispers. The silence of the night was broken only by the rustle of dry leaves and the distant pulsating of stealthy footsteps.

While Amelia explored the shadowy corners, she noticed a faint glow in the distance. Her eyes were drawn to the moonlight reflecting in the luminous eyes of Edgar. The Son of the Night was there, watching her with an indescribable expression. His gaze conveyed a mixture of sadness and insatiable hunger.

Amelia, moved by reckless courage, approached Edgar. She could feel the life energy escaping from her body, but something in the dark presence of the Son of the Night kept her captivated. He whispered unintelligible words, ancient and laden with melancholy.

Gradually, Amelia began to feel weak, her life draining away like fine sand through her fingers. The Son of the Night, feeding on her essence, absorbed her youth and vitality. His eyes glowed more intensely as the light abandoned Amelia's eyes.

The city, at the mercy of the Son of the Night, remained silent as he moved through the shadows, feeding on the lives of the innocent. Each step was a sinister echo of the darkness spreading like a plague.

The news of Amelia's tragedy spread quickly, but fear prevented any inhabitant from daring to defy the Son of the Night. The city, once vibrant and full of life, was now immersed in eternal melancholy.

The Son of the Night, entangled in his own curse, wandered through the deserted streets. His eyes, once bright, became dull and vacant. The insatiable hunger that consumed him was only a shadow of the emptiness he felt inside.

The story of the Son of the Night became a grim warning for those who dared to challenge the boundaries between light and darkness. The city, now abandoned, was a silent witness to the curse that loomed over those who ventured beyond the limits of safety.

The Son of the Night, lost in his own darkness, continued to wander through the deserted streets, a cursed creature, condemned to an eternal existence in the shadows of an abandoned city. His eyes, once bright as crescent moons, were now faded stars, witnesses to a tragic fate that knew no happy ending.

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