Nothing at All

Two people stand at the edge of destiny and despair in the Tourmaline Depths of Cazador Szarr's palace, and have a few last moments of privacy before one of them faces his master for a final battle. The other has to find the strength to face that terror alongside him, and determine what to do if they actually succeed in taking down the vampire lord. For killing Cazador outright isn't the only possible outcome for victory, and his fate - and that of the Rite of Profane Ascension - will have to be decided, along with seven thousand and six others souls bound for Cania if the ritual is completed.

A short, angst-ridden, romp of a vignette through a very literal dark night of the soul.