Aleon

by Armageddon-alchemist

The story of a vampiric overlord turned rogue that seeks to restore a way of life that was taken from him by a fellow family member and his disgusting group of mercenaries, their leader being the most damnable of them all.

The earthen floor rattled as a corpse pounded to the ground. It was a mangled mess, far beyond recognition. A boy around the age of ten had once been its owner; he was nothing now but skin, hair, and bone. A man towered above his bloodied body, his black leather boots nudging it as far to the side of the underground tunnel as they could. He lapped his bare fingers of any traces of scarlet liquid that may have still remained,

"What disgusting filth." He remarked with a sickening grin, his serrated canines revealed beneath coiling white lips. He glanced once more at the body he had tossed so carelessly to the floor after ridding it of all its blood and then continued down the pitch black tunnel to the bridge to the over world.