BaelithWhat was a little blood, compared to a few souls? What was death, when you could have life? What was peace, when you could be alive, all your loved ones dead, and you couldn’t bring them back, because you were trapped in your own very nightmare?I hated being a vampire.It sucked.That was the simplest way to put it. Crude. Inelegant. But accurate.Immortality was supposed to mean something. That was how they sold it, how she had sold it to me. Eternal life,power. Freedom from the frailty of flesh and time.She never mentioned the rot that came with it.The hunger.Gods, the ravenous hunger. It never left. In how many years since I had been turned, It didn’t matter how much I fed, how carefully I rationed, how disciplined I pretended to be. It was always there, coiled low and patient, like a second heartbeat that didn’t belong to me.A reminder.You are not alive.You are not dead.You are something else.Something wrong, even in the midst of all the damnation, I was the wor
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