They are the many-born, the immortals. Having been known by many names through the ages, only a few have understood the truth beneath their existence. Endlessly moving from lifetime to lifetime, they are unchanged through the time. They thirst for live and feed upon it. They are eternal, seeking knowledge and having their memories carried within their souls. A lifeless body sustained through the centuries by human life-force. They severed their living ties and gained immortality. They are the many-born; life sustains their existence, but death defines it.
Seconds, hours, how many centuries do they have to wait until someone will awake their frozen souls?
The rain seeped deep into the old forest, deafening any creature that would dare to step foot in it. The wind was howling while trying to ward off the strangers. It was autumn, and the rainy season begun to strengthen. In these days and age, it was even stranger to find anyone willing to get out of the house during that weather. In the outskirts of the small town, an old mansion could be seen. Its condition had deteriorated as days passed on. The shabby building was wearing the signs of sickness, darkness, death. One could feel the evil spreading inside his body like plague once the building had been entered. Upside the front door, a massive, Victorian, wooden, Latin words had been engraved –"AVE AD REGEM"-, praising an unknown ruler, and below, a barely visible warning was warning the curious people – "CAVEAT VIATOR".
A thunder was singing in the distance, invoking the souls of the earth, carrying the fury of the ancient gods. Followed by the lightning, for a moment it took his sight away. He was wandering aimlessly for a while now, his heart thumping with no reason. He only knew that his destiny was waiting for him. Curious by nature, he could only follow his instinct.
THUMP…
THUMP…
The man lying on the canopy bed shuddered in his sleep. He gently opened his mouth, his fangs showing up. He was thirsty. After hundreds of years of sleep, his throat was dry as the dust that covered the room he was sleeping in.
THUMP…
Ah, who dared to disturb his sleep? A heart… is beating loudly, far away from him. The sound was so familiar to him. His whole being could feel another soul approaching to the mansion. He continued to hear the racing of the human heart. He longed for a human. Like a black spider weaving his web, he waited, controlling his desire.
The door creaked open and heavy steps echoed in the hallway. It was time for him to awaken. Even though he was still sleeping, he could feel a presence entering the room.
Warm lips covered his, and, in an instant, his eyes opened widely.
Hail to the King…