We were strong once. Feared.For centuries we have been both vilified, and worshipped, by the masses. My people were gods to the mundane. I can still feel it, the power coursing through my veins, a ghost of what it once was.Gently, I lifted my fingertips to the shadows beneath my eyes, touching it gingerly, caressing the mark of my enslavement as I gazed into one of the many mirrors that adorned the gilded walls of the throne roomEnslavement.My teeth ground together at the thought of the word, my fangs threatening to burst forth.Breathe. He can sense weakness. Heavy, hot, and uncomfortable, shame washed over me, se
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