Tales of warriors in the old empire glorify the idea of Death, giving the illusion of honor, reward, and the cruelest of all- hope. But Death is not like that at all.
Death is cold, black, and silent. Empty. He holds no kindness, compassion, or discernment. He does not care who he takes or when he takes them. He only allows an escape. From this life to the next.
But some shall not be allowed an escape so easily, for they became creatures of Death itself.
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Reincarnation of Blood
VampireAs human beings, we are fundamentally programmed to fear certain things- falling off a tall cliff, sharp objects that could fatally injure us, or perhaps, something lurking in the dark that we just can't quite see. But what gives us fear of a monste...
