Ooooh… Veilleux… Blood of the storm… Chosen of the Light… I walked the ancient road where my fathers fell, Past broken keeps and the old church bell. Their names carved deep in forgotten stone, Whispers of a lineage I had never known. From Mayre Ann’s line, the fire was born, A storm‑touched blessing in a mortal form. She watched from the shadows, guarding my path, A mother of magic, a keeper of wrath. Why was I chosen? Why did the Light call me? Why does the storm rise whenever I bleed? Blood of the Veilleux, forged in the sky, Carried by thunder, destined to rise. Holy fire burning in my veins, A legacy awakened, breaking its chains. Mayre “Troy of the Isle… child of my line… The storm remembers… the power is thine. Stand when the darkness swallows the land, For only a Veilleux can command the storm’s hand.” Ooooh… rise, rise, chosen one… The storm is your birthright… The Light is your crown… Blood of the Veilleux, sacred and true, A storm‑born warrior rising anew. Holy fire blazing through the night, A son of Mayre, chosen of the Light. A single bell tolls. The holy glow dims. A blade whispers from its sheath. Coda growls in the dark. The Light collapses… …and the shadows take command. Coda growls… The shadows breathe… Eric steps forward. I walk where the light refuses to tread, A blade in the dark, a whisper of dread. Born of a secret no priest would bless, A cambion soul in a mortal’s flesh. I learned to strike where the armor is thin, To end a battle before it begins. A perfect twenty when the moment is right, Death in silence, the shadow’s bite. Pain is a teacher — I learned every page. Fear is a weapon — I mastered the blade. I am the ruthless, the unseen hand, A shadow‑born killer in a broken land. Coda at my side with a wolf’s fierce cry, We hunt in darkness — we never die. I don’t need glory, I don’t need fame, I fight for my brother — that’s my only claim. Let Troy take the sunlight, the cheers, the crown, I’ll guard his back when the world breaks down. Step… strike… vanish… Step… strike… vanish… The shadow is patient. The shadow is mine. I am the ruthless, the blade unseen, A nightmare walking where the world turns mean. Coda howls thunder as the shadows ignite, We are the darkness that ends the fight. A final howl. A single heartbeat. Silence.
