About the book: year / His adoration is akin to hatred, his passion can break him and destroy me. He thinks I'm soulless. I call him a monster with a human face. He sucks the blood of the living to maintain his immortal existence. I see the true essence of the inhabitants of his world. He doesn’t see me as his victim, I see him as an executioner. But it happens that the pain of the executioner exceeds the suffering of his victim, and the roles are so intertwined that it becomes impossible to judge them... I go beyond the impossible to get rid of the curse that he has prepared for me. But can a soul be damned because of love??