[A/N: Fair warning... this chapter is a bit cruel and dark.]
Away from the Venia Galaxy lay the Nocturne Galaxy—a realm of eternal, suffocating night where stars burned cold and crimson, their light twisted into blood-red halos that fed the hunger of shadows rather than illuminating the void.
This was a galaxy that empowered creatures of the night: vampires whose veins pulsed stronger under blood moons.... werewolves whose howls warped space into savage territories of primal fury; wraiths that slipped through reality like smoke through fingers....
Banshees whose screams could shatter souls and echo across star systems; Nightstalkers with eyes that pierced every illusion, thriving in the absence of light...
All of them flourished in an environment where daylight was heresy and eternal night amplified their primal, predatory essence.
This was the Nocturne Galaxy, home to the Eternal Nocturne Clan.
The heart of their dominion was the world of Nocturne First Prime...
