After a short break to take a deep breath, it was the turn of a little girl to speak. Jäwell recognized her as she was the first one who joined the cortege when he made his ascension to the castle. She was looking like a child of twelve, but she had nothing of it. The girl was nine hundred years old, she was the first vampire created.
Vampires were always the servants of Zarkhaïm as they assimilated him to be the first Vampire of history.
They considered themselves the purest children of the creator. In some ways, it was true. Zarkhaïm made all the night creatures from his shadows but he made the vampires the way he saw himself. Bloodthirsty, sensitive, incredibly strong, but tortured for a long eternity. Condemned to not be understood by anything or anyone. They had no claws like Jäwell or Miroïr, but they had the same powerful fangs as Heritage.
