[The story is based on Anne Rice's Interview With The Vampire the AMC series]
During the 1870s and '80s, it gave rise to the Industrial Revolution which paved way to the concept of capitalism dominated by social elites: the aristocrats - who played...
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THE COVEN OF SATAN WORSHIPING vampires...
I did not miss those disgusting degenerates.
They harassed and haunted me and Gabrielle, and kidnapped Nicki back in the 17th century. Armand used to be their ring leader, but when I bested him in a duel and led astray his vampires from their coven's ideology, Armand eventually fell from grace. He became so devastated that I quickly destroyed the ideology he had governed his coven by for so long. He had loathed me intensely, but it all stirred well for the both of us when Gabrielle managed to convince Armand to find his new purpose by joining the other vampires at the theatre founded by my Nicolas, which Nicki then named as Théâtre des Vampires. He let Armand with the other Blood Drinkers do what they want with it. We parted ways after that. We didn't see or hear from each other for so long.... until now.
Armand and I had our differences; but the invitation of a sacred Sangria Matrimony of Enkil and Akasha's Children must be honored. A truce was mandatory, as the union in the Blood which bound our Mother and Father first before us, a tradition that had passed down to a millennium of generations, must be respected highly, as it was something that had brought our first parents together in the Blood.
The only ones who could officiate the Sangria ritual were the Children of the Millenia and their first descendants; I could have had Marius de Romanus, but I didn't know where he was, so I risked it for his first descendant in the blood: Amadeo, or what everyone called him now - Armand. I was glad he honored the invitation.
I stood at a small clearing at the cemetery, facing a sacrificial altar, where one golden chalice and one golden knife were placed on the middle of the flat marble-like surface. Armand was behind it, facing me with expectant eyes. I could tell by just his stare that he was silently curious of who this certain Blood Drinker I was willing to risk it all. Of course he knew I liked to risk a lot; but this was entirely different since I took this risk in all sincerity. No dirty tricks. No schemes. No deceiving. It's just me, and my eternal devotion to her... and hers only.
Three golden haired virgin maidens draped in sheer white satin dress began to walk in procession toward the altar, while they all held black candles between their delicate hands. They were barefoot, so the dark muck of the cemetery coated their feet and ankles and marred the hem of their dresses. But in their blank stares, they did not mind it at all. The trance that Armand put them into was too strong for them to get that conscious. Once they all turned toward the side of Armand, it revealed Tala approaching us, swiftly gliding with her bare feet, like she was floating in the clouds.
Her white long skirt gave gentle waves caused by the cold wind passing by. The sewed pearls and gemstones on her dress glimmered like stars on her body under the gleam of the silver moon. The bouquet of blue and black orchids between her hand swayed with every small movement of her. And her eyes... those amethyst eyes... they gazed up at me like the goddess of the night, offering her worshipper silent promises of eternal harmony in the dark, where their kisses were their only solace. In that moment, she was the goddess Selene, and I - her Endymion. And I just knew, Armand could see it too.
