Ghi'or (4)

The streets of Soloma are crowded with people who are conducting their daily affairs. Amongst them is a couple who are peasants, carrying a few baskets with them. However, they are not peasants.

“This place reeks of death,” Aryan murmurs, his reddish eyes gleaming in need to drink the blood of dead people.

“Aryan, you already had a hearty meal last night at the graveyard!” Polina hisses. “Are you still thirsty?”

Her partner shrugs. Even though the streets are crowded with people, Aryan can sense a strong aura of death. Soloma is known as the country built on a graveyard. Years ago when the Gods were still roaming around, they used this place as their personal playground where millions of humans were killed. The Gods used their followers to have those humans sacrificed for their twisted pleasure. Even after thousands of years, the smell of death has not left.

For a vampire like Aryan, the scent of death is very tempting. He cannot help but be seduced by it. His gleeful smile makes P