I have fallen into an abyss; my immortal life feels like it has come to an end. And as I look at Breyden, my eyes are pleading for him to check again. But I am afraid that every word he says is sadly the truth.
"Sebastian, she does not possess her soul anymore. It seems the evil that consumes her has taken the last bit of humanity away from her."
"So there is nothing that you can do for her?"
"I do not want to take the risk; the last thing I want to do is kill Anastasia."
And with that, a deep sadness overpowers me. She has only improved a fraction from the blood I gave her. At this rate, if I let her continue to feed from me, she shall rip my body to shreds. I am lost at a solution; I am her Maker, my blood is supposed to heal her, and I am ever more concerned that I feel my bond with her is slowly breaking.
"What are you going to, my friend?"
"Breyden, my only other option is to perish with her."
