The Birds with Black Wings

The Birds with Black Wings

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Deep in the mountain ranges of Russia, a fortress, made of spires that twist and warp, houses many black-bloods, a certain race of vampires, reside. Their gods are dying, and must listen as their leaders tell them tales. Tales of the old gods, of the events that happen but must be changed, and mistakes that happen that cannot be fixed.
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Ladies, gentlemen and all other unspecified beings of the world, the undead are rising. The living are dying. And the soulless have souls. I am Spiral. The Narrator of this pitiful story. I am your saviour, narrator and your killer. You will forget me one day, but when you feel yourself safe, then I will be there. And whether you are at Death's door or not, you will have long passed the gates to the Pit by the time I have arrived. And you will only be brought back to a newer, harsher life, far worse than the first. You have no hope. You will never have hope. We are the hope.

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