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

Later, in private, Zenzele counseled me. "I know you are impatient to engage the God King in battle, my love," she said. "But if we are to have any hope of defeating him, we must survive long enough to raise an army to challenge him. We are ten now, but thousands of blood drinkers reside in Uroboros. There are not so many Eternals. Even in Uroboros, true immortals are rare. But there are enough trained in war to overwhelm us, and then they will drag us back to Fen'Dagher, and Khronos will tear us apart."

"I know you speak the truth," I said.

"He might not be able to destroy us, but he will have us quartered. We will live out the rest of our eternal lives in pieces." Her face twisted. "His playthings!"

"We must flee again. But we will train these Orda in the art of war as we run. The ways of war are different for blood gods and mortal men. You should train as well. I know you have my memories, but it is not the same. Your body will not perform the techniques instinctively, and that will be your downfall."

"As you defeated me not so long ago," I said.

Zenzele laughed huskily. "You might be old, but you still fight as a mortal man fights."

"Do you think we can defeat him?" I asked.

"In time, perhaps, if we have the numbers and weapons to do so. There are ways to disable even the most powerful blood drinker."

Zenzele nodded. "Most of the blood drinkers who reside in Uroboros are craven things," she said. "They do not care whom they bow to, so long as the blood flows. We need not defeat them all."

I was thinking west. Perhaps we could search for the Tanti as we ran from the God King's minions. Many of them would join our cause if I asked them to, and we could protect the rest.

"Toward rising sun, I should think," Zenzele said. "They will not have so much of an advantage in the lands beyond these mountains. They will be as ignorant of the terrain as us." She glanced to the east, where the sun was just peeking over the saw-toothed crags. "There are several small clans of blood drinkers in the east, too. We might convince them to join us. Their enmity with Khronos is all that has kept him from extending his domains beyond these mountains. They might support us if we convince them of our resolve."

Chapter 269 - Blood Gods in Exile part 14