RedemptionPrologue01. in the Hands of the Gypsy02. The Footsteps of the Guardian03. The Face of Hatred04. Awakening from the shadows05. Crucified06. The return of the devil07. Voices, footsteps and tears08. In search of his slave09. Salty tears10. Sealed Destinies11. At a glance12. Behind the eyes of the past13. Evil's new plans14. Chiromancy15. Among families and friends16. Eyes on the prowl17. The vampire's tears18. Farewell19. Fate's messages20. Internal battles21. Searching for answers22. From the depths to the surface23. The Vampire Room24. Hidden Tears25. The baptism of blood26. Decisions with a bitter taste27. The she-wolf28. The vampire's revenge29. Tears of Fire30. Precipice of doubts31. The vampire attack...the goodbye, the revenge and the guilt32. Choices and mistakes33. The devil's death34. The strength of a great love35. The baptism of the queen36. Start over37. The light of the Guardian38. Love Under the Moonlight

In some sewer down some street in Lacrimal city.Sitting on an oilcan in the dark corner where the little light that enters through the grate above his head, Julio Cesar is wrapped in a black cloak with the side of his face deformed. The skin is wrinkled in some parts with a red relief of it and with blisters that have already burst, but remained in hanging pieces.Standing beside her is Brenda mixing something in a small bowl, but with the clothes she wears she looks more like a beggar than a powerful priestess.-Drink this - she offered a glass with an unknown content mixed into the bowl. Julio Cesar brought the glass to his lips, but as soon as he smelled the stuff he thought he smelled, he immediately took it away and muttered - it stinks!Brenda grimaced, after all she was helping him and he was still offending her. I know it smells horrible," she pushed the glass at him, who now grimaced, "but it will help your skin to stop falling apart.Julio Cesar forced himself to take the '

For the first time in a long time, Julio Cesar came out of the sewer where he had been hiding for several days with Brenda. Dressed in leather to prevent the sun from destroying his skin - since Soraia's cow had stripped him of gold - and to cover his deformed face, - for now - he wore a leather mask as well.The sun was punishing him anyway, after all he was so weak that he couldn't even look at the clouds in the sky. ANOTHER GIFT FROM SORAIA. Oh, Soraia, how angry I am with you. But the day is coming when my revenge will fall on you. Julio Cesar and Brenda walked down the sidewalk, ignoring the looks they received.PALACES Guardians' CastleAmy was leaning out the window with her eyes fixed on the horizon watching the magnificent dance of a flock of colorful birds known there as the sky dancers. She was so distracted that she didn't even notice Marcus coming up to her, only when he hugged her from behind and kissed her just below her earlobe, stealing a smile from her with his eyes

In the darkness of the forest, now not bathed in moonlight, Soraia remains on the branch of the tree - for a human great for cramping - her eyes rest closed and in the sky - which she does not contemplate - dense black clouds that once covered the moon, now disperse quietly as the moon shines again.Tears begin to roll down her face, even against her will, and in the air a verse from the song Save me now by Andru Donald accompanies her as the longing for the warm arms of her wolf squeezes her heart. Here I am In a place that I Have never been Out of love And afraid that you Won't let me In (no) You came to me and I started to feel That my senses had left me to die Where is my strength when I need it the most? Tell wha

Bare feet walked along a road of rocks that cut and scratched, but no pain could compare to the one in Soraia's heart, and it only increased when she picked up a small bag where her poor son was. Dead. Her pain was suffocated, but it screamed inside her, and no feeling had been exposed, so no raindrops fell. Everything was as dry as Soraia's interior.A dense fog hung over the camp. That didn't matter to Soraia, after all, her vampire eyes were her lanterns. She was heading to the only place where her baby would find peace, and many were those who wanted to accompany her, spatially, her mother. But Soraia had dismissed them all.The sadness in the air was palpable, but still, Soraia preferred the loneliness to the pity she had seen in many looks. She then took a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut to stop stubborn tears from rolling, and her feet continued on their way with the hem of her white dress with colorful shades dragging dry leaves and pebbles.Eyes watering at the sight of a