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I recognized him almost immediately, the knowledge in my head throwing together the various books I had studied together, and denial seemed to possess me. It couldn’t be him.
But it was.
CHAPTER 4
The dark thick hair atop his head, tumbling over his pale flesh that clung to his perfected cheekbones and facial structure framed his lips, full and red. They parted slightly, in a hiss, and it was his eyes that seemed to captivate me.
They were the color that resembled a thick flow of newly spilt blood.
This man was Asmodeus Erebus.
A name he had given himself many centuries ago, when the name Vladimir did not suit him well enough, although “Vlad the Impaler” seemed to suit him rather well.
The name Asmodeus was derived from mythology. Asmodeus was the King of the demons and some believed he was the King of Nine Hells. He was also known as one of the seven princes of Hell, or one of the seven deadly sins. He was a demon of lust, twisting people’s sexual desires. It was said if you fell to the will of Asmodeus, you would suffer all eternity in the second level of Hell.
Erebus is another name taken from mythology. Erebus was the son of Chaos, brother to Night. He represented darkness and shadows, which filled every corner of the world. This name was later depicted as a place instead, as the lower half of the underworld. It was where the dead had to pass immediately after dying.
The man standing before us was Asmodeus Erebus, former known as Vladimir, a man with great power beyond the imagination of mankind and his name often brought nightmares to those who rested at night. He was the vampire, the first ever, and was thousands of years old.
And he looked at Kenna as if he knew and loathed her.
“What do you want?” Kenna spoke, her voice confident and loud, ringing throughout my thoughts.
A smile, devious and carefully constructed, fell on his lips, “I have seen your face many times in the memories of one I abhor.”
Kenna was tense and she stood slightly in front of me, as if her body could protect the both of us, “Who? Whose memories? Why do you come here?”
“You do not seem worthy of the stature they place you at…,” he said simply, his crimson eyes glowing like red rubies, “…but I sense a bravura power from within you.” He took a step forward, his movement making no sound on the dead earth.
“I wouldn’t come closer,” Kenna warned, her tone emitting assurance, “The moon may not be out, but the up coming night is a full moon. My abilities are heightened and her power flows through me. You are weaker during the day and won’t be able to last long against me.”
She sounded so sure of herself that I almost believed her, but a more sensible part of me wanted to scream at her. She was surely going to get the both of us killed! I ripped my eyes away from Asmodeus and saw a soft glow secreting from Kenna and her eyes rapidly changed color.
The recollection of my dream flickered through my mind and I was paralyzed in shock. I had to be dreaming again. I had fallen asleep in that tree, surrounded by the beauty of the world…that’s what happened!
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