PROLOGUE
Darkness ..
An empty void with no light....
No sense of peace anywhere to be found.
Look at the pathetic human weaklings kneeling before a statue of their god. A god of their illusions. A false truth they created in order to shut out the harshness of the world. Look at their pathetic prayers to empty sources of power. Do they really think that praying to the fiction of their imagination is going to help them? Even if their pathetic idol existed, why would he care to help these pathetic beings of creation? Pathetic.
Life is a stage. A comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel. The strong and ruthless devour the weak, gaining more in their conquest of power. It is rather amusing how the human race has gone through so much trouble to distinguish themselves the most intellectual species of the world. They are acting just like the savage beasts of the wild, devouring each other without remorse. Following the law of nature..
Let's see how their so-called "god" will help them now as a superior race comes to devour their pitiful souls. The nocturnal beasts are getting closer, yet the weaklings are oblivious to their death.
Actually, they should welcome the jaws of death with open arms. It will save them the trouble of tragical realizations that their pitiful lives have no meaning. Destiny..what bullshit! Even the old ones still hold onto the sparkle of hope that destiny exists. Truly a feeble race.
Ah.I see that the hunt has begun. Look at the pathetic human animals running around in a frenzy of panic, trying to outrun death. What? Don't they believe that their god will save them now? What happened to all that shit about faith they so often preach about? Have they finally realized that the illusions they wrapped themselves in did not protect them from the savage fury of reality, but rather harm them? Have they finally realized that destiny does not exist.?
The world has truly turned out to be a replica of hell. No light.no hope.no mercy. The twentieth century of democracy had passed, leaving behind the remains of a broken society filled with futile wars began by the unlimited greed for power. As the thirtieth century hit, dictatorship once again took over. Except the petty humans, who have been battling for power since the beginning of civilization, did not get it. In fact.none of them are in power. Ironic.
I heard the last scream of terror end as the human being devoured by the beast struggled to survive. What do you know? The last survivor of the human group is fleeing, finally exposing his true colors of cowardice. But perhaps he grew smart.realized that they never stood a chance against the ruling race. Run weakling..run.don't let them get you.
Too late. The leader of the nocturnal creatures snatched up the remaining human and snapped his body in half. What amazing strength. Truly predators in the chain of creation. Vampires are a race that has truly earned more of my respect than humans.pity I have to kill them all..
Darkness ..
An empty void with no light....
No sense of peace anywhere to be found.
Look at the pathetic human weaklings kneeling before a statue of their god. A god of their illusions. A false truth they created in order to shut out the harshness of the world. Look at their pathetic prayers to empty sources of power. Do they really think that praying to the fiction of their imagination is going to help them? Even if their pathetic idol existed, why would he care to help these pathetic beings of creation? Pathetic.
Life is a stage. A comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel. The strong and ruthless devour the weak, gaining more in their conquest of power. It is rather amusing how the human race has gone through so much trouble to distinguish themselves the most intellectual species of the world. They are acting just like the savage beasts of the wild, devouring each other without remorse. Following the law of nature..
Let's see how their so-called "god" will help them now as a superior race comes to devour their pitiful souls. The nocturnal beasts are getting closer, yet the weaklings are oblivious to their death.
Actually, they should welcome the jaws of death with open arms. It will save them the trouble of tragical realizations that their pitiful lives have no meaning. Destiny..what bullshit! Even the old ones still hold onto the sparkle of hope that destiny exists. Truly a feeble race.
Ah.I see that the hunt has begun. Look at the pathetic human animals running around in a frenzy of panic, trying to outrun death. What? Don't they believe that their god will save them now? What happened to all that shit about faith they so often preach about? Have they finally realized that the illusions they wrapped themselves in did not protect them from the savage fury of reality, but rather harm them? Have they finally realized that destiny does not exist.?
The world has truly turned out to be a replica of hell. No light.no hope.no mercy. The twentieth century of democracy had passed, leaving behind the remains of a broken society filled with futile wars began by the unlimited greed for power. As the thirtieth century hit, dictatorship once again took over. Except the petty humans, who have been battling for power since the beginning of civilization, did not get it. In fact.none of them are in power. Ironic.
I heard the last scream of terror end as the human being devoured by the beast struggled to survive. What do you know? The last survivor of the human group is fleeing, finally exposing his true colors of cowardice. But perhaps he grew smart.realized that they never stood a chance against the ruling race. Run weakling..run.don't let them get you.
Too late. The leader of the nocturnal creatures snatched up the remaining human and snapped his body in half. What amazing strength. Truly predators in the chain of creation. Vampires are a race that has truly earned more of my respect than humans.pity I have to kill them all..