Zeuberg

"My legal name where I currently reside in the city of Liege, Belgium, is Gaspar Valessi. But that is not my real name. The name I was given some 30,000 years ago, when I was born in a Paleolithic settlement in the region that is now called Germany - the name my father gave me shortly after I was voided, bloody and howling, from my mother's womb - is Gon."

So begins the saga of the immortal Gon, a 30,000 year-old vampire. He recounts his mortal life in prehistoric Germany alongside his male companion, Brulde, and his two wives, the Neanderthal Eyya and his Cro-Magnon mate, Nyala. It details the fearsome events that lead to his transformation from man to undying monster.

Chronicles Of An Ancient Vampire

I confess, I have always felt an affinity with the God King. Yes, I swore to raise an army of the undead to depose him. I swore to bring down his perverse empire, but I've always felt a bit of sympathy for the man. I know what it is to stumble into this terrible life alone. My maker was a cruel and violent fiend. He taught me nothing of our ways. I knew only hunger and pain and fear, and had no control of my bloodlust. Khronos was no less tragic a victim. Orphans, the both of us, only he chose a darker path than I, and for that I had to oppose him.

I suppose I should wrap up our little bedtime story. We need to get you tucked in for the day. You are a freshly minted monster, after all, and the sunlight will feel like two white-hot pokers stabbing in your eyes.

Come, Lukas, our victims are hidden away. No one will ever find them in this remote wood, not until time and the elements have destroyed any forensic evidence the authorities might recover.

Yes, Khronos returned to his home, and like the untrained monster that he was, he preyed upon his people. He slew them without mercy or any thought to the consequences. None escaped his hunger but his mother, whom he transformed into one of us quite by accident. Even Trava, his mate, who was pregnant with his unborn child, succumbed to his irrepressible hunger.

Khronos and Ona traveled the world then, mother and father of death, sewing our curse to the four corners of the earth. For millennia they wandered the globe, which froze over and thawed and froze over again. Eventually, Ona weakened and perished, as the Strix had not made her as perfectly as it had her brutal son. Out of loneliness, Khronos sought out others of our kind, his own dark progeny. At the foot of Fen'Dagher, he formed the first vampire coven, and from there his kingdom of blood took root.

I will tell you now how I waged war upon our Father, what happened to me after I escaped from Khronos, and how I was betrayed.

The sun gleams on the horizon like a band of burnished copper. The world has turned over again. I still have preparations to make before I take my final journey. I have a great deal of money that needs to be transferred. Property and other assets to deed to my dark children. And you, dear Lukas, you need a new identity, unless you plan to live on the streets. Don't worry, it should only take a day or two, and then I'll let you end my life.

We'll call it my final arrangements.

Chapter 243 - The Birth of Death part 18