I like Milan, perhaps simply because of its name. So from the very beginning, I chose without hesitation to set the story in this beautiful city of my imagination.
The Duomo, La Scala, Santa Maria delle Grazie, the Naviglio canals... I imagined how the blonde vampire might walk along the city's cobblestone streets, quietly taking in this marble city of poetry with her mismatched blue and black eyes.
The rulers of the city came and went. Exile and restoration followed one another, while human dynasties bloomed and withered like fireworks.
So I made her dynasty eternal.
A dynasty in the dark of night, sleeping through the day, while she remains awake.
Those she loved, those she once loved, are all dead.
Whether Adelaide or Qisai Andrelian.
Only the vampire named Dilan Rosa remains, alone, savoring the faint bitterness of wine as red as blood.
The faithful in the church say,
“I believe in eternal life.”
And the immortal one
responds only with an indifferent smile.
The years quietly slip away in that smile.
The past fades like clouds and smoke in that smile.
Premise:
Woman, I will go see Milan's Wahahahahaha for you||||||||| Hurry up and fill it out|||||||Author's reply: It's pure bad silver... If you don't fill it, don't fill it, I won't succumb to the evil forces^^