Chapter 24 Svenn
Centuries had passed and I have damned myself into Lilith’s servitude once again. The memory of the pain she wrought goes through me in an unstoppable flow. A thousand deaths she put me through, the lives she made me take.
Hate is a simple, gentle word to describe what I feel for her.
The time spent with the witch and her heirs is only a small fraction of the existence I’ve lived as a vampire, but it feels like an eternity in hell.
Even after we managed to escape from her grasp and built a glorious empire of our own, none of us were ever the same.
Gone was every trace of humanity after years of torment.
Vlad turned sadistic. Ruth went insane. I wonder what ever became of Bas and Han.
If I have to choose between my imprisonment in the dungeon or being a slave to Lilith, I will gladly choose the former.
The enchantress must be smiling in her grave. I am still bound to the curse even as she lies rotten in the ground.
That fucking demon Kheirall Balthazar will pay.