Brook-tam-an walked the streets of the city all on pins and needles, in time the attack, invented by him together with Alud, should have already begun. After the antics of Veilon, the vampire was extremely offended and the blood did not climb into the throat. For several hours he had just wandered aimlessly around the city, of course not entering foreign territories, now it was extremely dangerous despite the agreements reached. Unexpectedly, Brook-ta-man remembered Elise, the soothsayer, who had saved his life many times with her advice.- I need to visit her, anyway, I go and do nothing. Brook-ta-man thought with annoyance. The fortune teller's apartment was just a couple of blocks away, for a vampire it's like opening the door to the next room. Bruk-ta-man, as usual, easily and naturally enters the apartment. Elisa sits in front of the TV and knits a necklace from many parts, writing is visible on the details.I hope I didn't disturb you? The vampire asks politely, bowing elegantly
Brook-ta-man carefully examines Eliza, unconscious in his arms. The skin turned white, the heart barely beats, gradually the skin begins to fill with blush and becomes warm. Eliza slowly opens her eyes, her whole appearance speaks of wild fatigue inside. She looked at the vampire with a tormented look.- I saw the death of several magicians, but many are still alive, I saw everything in the fog, something terrible happened there, a lot of blood, I could only hear the word prisoners and the basement. - says Eliza, every next word sounds quieter and quieter she is exhausted. Looking beyond the worlds is not an easy task even for a true person, the unprepared can simply go crazy or die. Brook-ta-man pursed his lips in annoyance.- If there was a mess and there are surviving magicians, then the dark ones are dead. She said prisoners. I hope one of the vampires is captured. Then there is hope for their salvation. Brook-ta-man thinks. With a slight movement, he lifts Eliza and carries her i
- What the hell are you doing to me? Stop it right now, damn it! Baruz yelled. The figure, tightly wrapped in a robe, turned its head towards the werewolf.- As you command the owner! - obviously mocking the figure says all the same vile voice. The werewolf immediately falls onto the straw, gaining control of his body. In a fraction of a second, a powerful attack from Lasters falls upon him, the look of the vampire just like a minute ago at Baruz is full of bewilderment. Now the vampire is throwing the werewolf away, Baruz is trying to fight back, but the vampire's attacks under the influence of an unknown force are so strong that the werewolf, even blocking the blow, flies into the wall with a crash, hitting it.- Enough! - the figure says in a terrible voice. His posture is improving again. The exhausted captives fall on the cold floor of their dungeon, almost losing consciousness from exhaustion.- My time is eternity, I will torment you every morning, one way or another you will t
Yes, they are purebreds. Descendants of the most ancient people, we call them true. There are very few of them, and as a rule, pure blood always carries some kind of gift. Witch shamans, telepaths, psychics - as a rule, representatives of the true kind. Many of these people are not even aware of their gift. Your gift Conrod I generally meet for the first time in history. Maybe once upon a time there were people like you with the gift of foresight of the dark world, but now you are the only person we know. The dark ones don't really like true people. They see you as a danger. I remember there was one man, a zealous Catholic. During the time of the Inquisition, he also had an unusual gift, in a moment of great anger, he was able to release a light of unprecedented power from his body. He single-handedly burned down several vampire hives after learning that they nestled right under his church in a network of caves. And then believing that he was some kind of saint there with a mass to ex
A gentle breeze blew lazily through the leaves, gently swaying the branches of the trees. Moonlight occasionally made its way from a dense mass of clouds, illuminating the crowns of trees and barely noticeable silhouettes walking in the forest. The dark ones began their gathering in the appointed places. Each clan provided its fighters. But the bulk were vampires led by the elder Seth and werewolves led by Alud. A huge mass of dark creatures silently moved towards the house of sorcerers. On a small edge there are two tents. Two pairs of young people are frying sausages by the fire. Quiet music comes from the receiver from the tent. The night turned out to be cold and the girls clung to the young guys to keep warm. The warmth of the fire was pleasantly warm on the skin.- Well, it's almost ready, I'm telling you grilled sausages in the fresh air - it's something, - one of the guys says, turning over a massive grill grate. The sausages immediately hissed from the heat with renewed vigor
The attacker's momentary hesitation was enough for the vampire to close up a well-aimed shot to the head with an explosive projectile. The head shattered like a ripe gourd. A pistol covered with secret writing clicked an empty bolt, it was the last bullet. The vampire put the pistol back in its holster under his cloak. The furies finished off the wounded, their number was sharply reduced, more than half of the detachment lay lifeless in pools of blood and severed limbs. The werewolves howled in victory. Suddenly, purple balls flew in the dark ones from the side of the house, bursting when several dark ones hit at once, in the heat of battle they somehow forgot about the sorcerers. A group of Lycians came out of the house in clothes of different colors,-Forward! - immediately commanded Alud, directing the dark ones. It was still about a hundred and fifty meters to the house, it was necessary to get to them as soon as possible before they crushed the remaining dark ones with magic fire
The Vampire Information Center is unusually busy, people living near the forest heard some kind of loud noise. The legend has already been invented, in the industrial zone at the plant next to the forest, an unauthorized release of steam occurred, which explains this terrible sound. Henchmen bring the news to the ideal. It's already late at night, and the materials for television, radio and newspapers are ready. The right people at the plant will damage the turbine a little, in case of inspection. The rest will be completed by the Shadofs, invading human consciousness. Only the first time the rapid development of technology interfered with the life of the dark ones. Over hundreds of years, they have learned to use technology for their own purposes. Any human country would envy the well-coordinated structure of the dark clans in the forgery and replacement of information on a global scale.Lord Ascadal this time without an escort gets into a car with dark windows. There is no one with
Waking up, Brook-ta-man reluctantly opened his eyes, the thick rusty bars of the lattice with hieroglyphs glowing on them immediately set the vampire into a depressive mood. He quickly got up and looked around. Figures sat in the corners of the dark room, looking dejected. The vampire took a closer look, in one of the figures he recognized Lusters, a little further away sat Alud examining his leg, which had almost healed. In the opposite corner, the werewolf commander Baruz slept, snoring from time to time."I'd rather have the company of delicious-blooded cuties with good skin before I die." says Brook-ta-man, trying to joke about the situation the dark ones are in. Lasters chuckled.- Glad to see you alive, venerable Bruk-Taa-man. says Lasters, the leader of the Fury Squad, perhaps the only one to correctly pronounce the vampire's name. Brook-ta-man smiled faintly, looking around the room in search of escape. After a few minutes of scrutiny, he collapsed to the floor in annoyance, b