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London/New Olympus WIP: Lasombra
By: Raven Tepes Date: February 23, 2026, 8:18 pm
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"The darkness is a mistress that envelops those who caress her
strengths."
~ Lasombra
“I am Lasombra, eldest shadow of the Third Generation, founder
of a clan that learned to make the dark kneel and call it
father. Kingdoms have mistaken me for a rumor. Saints have
mistaken me for a test. I have shaped fear the way sculptors
shape marble, patient, deliberate, leaving fingerprints on
empires.
Death once took me, bold little thing, and locked me in silence
for five and a half centuries. I endured. Darkness is not
absence. It is waiting.
Then came Joyce Ardelean, scholar of dust and broken amphorae,
brushing dirt from my tomb as if she were uncovering a footnote.
With one accidental ritual, one curious breath spoken in the
wrong century, she struck flint against eternity and I returned
in a blaze no sun could rival.
Now my blood answers to hers. Not as a chain, but as a vow
etched in crimson. I am bound, yes, but understand this: I
choose my gratitude as carefully as I choose my prey. She
resurrected a god of shadows and found not a tyrant at her
throat, but a guardian at her side.
I am Lasombra. Darkness is my cathedral. Fear is my choir. And
for the woman who woke me from five hundred years of silence,
even the abyss inclines its head.”
~ Lasombra
“I thought the stories were exaggerations. Monsters always grow
taller in the telling, sharper in the teeth. Then I saw him
move.
The torches went out first. Not extinguished. Devoured. The
darkness folded inward like a lung taking its first breath, and
in that breath was Lasombra.
He did not charge. He arrived. One moment there was space
between us, the next that space belonged to him. Shadows clung
to his armor like loyal hounds, stretching, snapping, pulling
men off their feet and into screaming silence. I swung my blade
at him and felt it meet nothing but cold velvet night. Then the
night swung back.
I have fought warlords. I have crossed steel with elders. None
of them looked at me the way he did. Not with rage. Not even
with hatred. With purpose.
Someone whispered Joyce Ardelean’s name behind me, and that was
when I understood. We were not facing a predator hunting for
sport. We were standing between him and something he cherished.
He became a storm given bones. Every strike was precise,
vicious, final. He did not roar. He did not boast. He erased.
I survived because he decided I was no longer worth the time it
would take to finish me. He stepped past me as if I were already
a memory, shadows trailing after him like a royal cloak.
If you ever find yourself opposite Lasombra in battle, pray he
is bored.
If he is protecting someone he loves, pray for a quicker death.”
~ A surviving enemy about Lasombra
Name: Lasombra
Aliases: Vall Lasombra, Laza Omri Bara, Lau-Som-Bheu
Age: Unknown
Species: Vampire
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 202lbs
Generation: 3rd Generation
Organization: Lasombra Clan
~ Rank: Founder
Known Family and Friends:
~ Creator/Sire: Julian Magnus
~ First Wife: Bylia (Deceased - Killed by the villagers for
being the bride of Lasombra
~ Resurrection Bonded/2nd Wife: Joyce Ardelean (Alive - Turned
into a vampire by Lasombra in order to save her life)
Abilities:
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