THE VAMPIRE KING

Blood splattered on the floor as muffled sounds of attempts to speak filled the room.

His eyes stared at me, full of disbelief.

“To be my General, you need balls, which you clearly lack. I don’t need a cowardly, slippery vermin by my side. Die happy knowing you served me,”

I said with disdain, continuing my path toward that damned prophetic witch.

She told me there was a woman who could read the Altars, but she never warned me it was the daughter of Gabrielle, the former Queen