Epilogue

In a dark, forgotten chamber, cobwebs and dust have taken over. Water drips through the cracks of the stone walls and dirt above.

The smell of mold and death fills the air. Light and life have been missing from this place for hundreds of years.

A distant memory. A final resting place. A desolate tomb. Abandoned and never to be accessed again.

That was the objective when the mother of all vampires laid down in her coffin for what was to be the last time.

She fell into an everlasting slumber of her own doing, incapable of accepting what had become of her life, but disinclined to choose true death, as that would not have been punishment enough.

Unable to face the consequences of her actions and ashamed of her creations, there was nothing left to live for.

So, she slept, and she dreamed about her mistakes.

To save her children, she became a monster requiring blood from the living in order to survive, but that wasn’t the intention. It’s not what she wanted. The Mother wished to protect