~Year 120 D.C~
Streets of Transylvania, Romania where drenched in red rain, walkways and villages where flooded with the thick, rich, sweet blood like candy to a child. Bits of torn flesh, limbs, organs, clothing where tossed carelessly left right and centre.
Madness.
Madness was what had been evoked from village to village, town to town all throughout the icy Arctic wasteland from northern Russia to Transylvania and from there, everywhere that sustained human life.
One human fled the sight off the horrific events, that happened in his own home, in attempt to escape the monster that slaughtered his family. One moments he was there. the next his head came flying off his shoulders in a blurr of movement.
I hope you liked the first chapter. I know it's short but it is only the opening chapter. This is in no way copied from any other book, if it looks or seems like it then I am terribly sorry.
Xoxo DFI
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