Calder had suffered a lot of damage-so much he thought he would die, but that wasn't what it was. Death would not come for the last surviving male heir to the Myrslin Clan just yet as there were other key factors at play. For there was more to his story that was lead to be believed. His father perished before he was born, but there was something more to the last surviving male Myrslin than what met the eye. Calder was born to a mother of non-Katharic origins and his father was a full-blood Kathar, but the genes of a Cannibal are not easily extinguished. Not when Fate and the Void have not yet called him to eternal rest. Blood seeped from his wounds, but he did not die. A doctor healed his wounds, but he thought the darkness called to him. This was the moment where Calder would begin to truly grow... A woman of a past gone by, Shadows that call to his inner self, Vampires who seek to enthrall him into their ranks with promises piled upon the Throne of Blood... "Sometimes, stories do not end at the beginning. They begin when one begins to start a journey through their own personal hell." Fragments of thought swam through Calder's mind as he last recalled grabbing a woman's arm and then feeling something etched onto the back of his neck-on his nape. Soon after that, he remembered waking up in the hospital with wounds and his shoes stolen. He didn't bother about the missing shoes, but to simply understand of all that had occurred between the lapse of memory. "Hell is a place where devastation and chaos are the same things. For those who have done wrong against the gods, but yet I am trapped within something else entirely. My hunger feels sated, but there was another monster sleeping within me. A fire that burns." It took him many hours to figure it out, but once he did, he understood that there were things in this world that could not ever be understood. Death would not come and the Void would not welcome him for there is a balance in the world that must be corrected... ...a Balance where Darkness meets Light.
