Dead people don’t get sick... That’s what they say. But what should you do if a parasite has clung to your mental storage, snatching energy by force? An artifact trying to eat its owner alive? True, he previously fed on the lives and pain of powerless victims with handouts from the previous Prince of Darkness... But the old Prince died, leaving the parasite as the main dish of his own son. How do you like such an inheritance? Of course, you could leave everything as it is... Or go against fate and your nature. Author’s notes: Grandma’s memories with a slant of Slavicism only in the prologue - then a more even narrative with the participation of others cultures, peoples and creatures.:) The continuation of "Damnar: Epiphany" is in development. Events forty years ago - the GG's acquaintance with Olaf and Gerda: The story of how the GG's father grew fangs for himself: