Enjoy.


God's of Romania


Stefan stood on the open drawbridge of his new castle and gazed out at the masses of rioting mortals and for a split second felt mercy; he had been one of them once, he'd have been fighting like them, begging for mercy like them too. They fought for freedom from their new vampire overlords, fought to stop the sacrifices made to them.

A villager acting as a soldier fell near him as many of the newborns ripped through the crowds; fresh blood falling to the grass, catching individual blades of green and staining the cells haphazardly. It caught Stefan's rapt attention before he felt the lust and need of blood break forth through him.

It wiped away any feelings or emotions as he ran, tearing his way through the humans, joining his coven mates in battle.

He was not like them, not anymore.

He was a God of Romania and he and his coven needed a castle.