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

As we honed ourselves into instruments of death, a group of mortals sought us from out of the desert. They called themselves the Pang. There were three of them. Young. Strong. Untamed. Zenzele sensed their approach long before they arrived, and we were waiting for them when they marched out of the wasteland.

Their leader was a dark, virile young man with a scruff of beard on his chin and a wild mane of glossy black hair. He wore a short cape made of crow feathers. "I am Usus," he said, when we met them at the edge of the dunes. "We came to see if what the Hui told us was true."

Beside me, Eris stared at the warrior intensely. I could tell that the hermaphrodite was powerfully attracted to the cloaked man.

"And what did the Hui tell you?" I asked.

"They said that gods had appeared from the desert. Blood gods from the western lands. They said that these gods spoke of a war in the higher realms, and asked their tribe to join them in this war. They said when their warriors refused to aid them, the gods destroyed their tribe."

"That was not quite the way of it," I replied. "But close enough."

Usus glanced at his companions. I could smell their fear and excitement. I knew what they desired, but I wanted them to speak it.

"Are you the gods the Hui spoke of?" the one named Usus asked.

Gods! What is it about you mortals that you must have gods to fight for?

"We are," I said, tasting the lie upon my tongue. It was bitter, the lie, like a poison.

"And you need men to help you fight this war in heaven?"

"The war, when it comes, shall be fought in this world, not the next one. But yes. We need men to help us fight it."

Usus thought about it a moment, then demanded: "Do you fight for us, or do you fight for yourselves?"

"We fight for you," Eris interjected, but it was the truth, and that was all that mattered. "We fight to preserve this world for your kind."

"Then let us join you," Usus said to me, glancing at Eris curiously. "We are strong, brave warriors! We can help! And we can convince many more to come and join your ranks!"

"Good," I said. "We will need them."

Chapter 297 - Army of the Undead part 9