The Long Life of the Prosecutor

A beginning, all things must have a beginning right? It was October 18th, of year much different from yours, I was born. Born Markiel the second, of Markiel and Betheile. I was only one of many children. I had long black hair, just like my father. Like my father, my red eyes glared at the world around me. His height was something I never caught up to though, my siblings joked I was the shorter version of him. Really though, that was no compliment to me. My father was not an admirable man, but I was neither that much was very evident the longer I lived. I stopped aging at the ripe age of 23, I was lucky. Forever young, I stood my step confidently. My kind, we are called the Vampyre. We live our life, for the purpose of enjoying life and to live. Power stricken at any cost, obsessive of the thrill. My family, when thinking of them, do not think of them, the kind to sit at the dinner table and chat. My family, think of them like by-products of an attempted legacy of a megalomaniac, aka my father. We are like soldiers to him, but related by blood, crafted to be the perfect image of his power. After all, who wouldn't fear a man with 12 vampyre on his side? My siblings, oldest to youngest Ka, Neithtop, me, Jesse, Felix, Beth, Layla, Brutus, Askia, Melldow, and Visi. In the dark, you would see pairs of red and purple eyes staring at you, waiting for the kill. We are hunters, in ways. Even with this though, we still had our own quirks and flaws. This is a story of death, comedy, thrill, and many other twists and turns, so I welcome you to take a look into my world.