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

"Hello, Thest," the God King said, lazing on his throne. "Or would you prefer that I call you by your real name, the name your father gave you when you were voided, bloody and howling, from your mother's womb? Gon… Gon, of the River People. Look what I've trapped here in my web, Gon, what tender morsel wriggles on my fangs."

At his feet, with broken limbs and pleading eyes, my immortal child Ilio!

"Father!" Ilio cried, and Khronos kicked the lad to silence him.

The God King rose and approached me, his lips splitting into a taunting grin. "Your child came in search of his wayward sire. I suppose he wanted to know why his father had abandoned him. Why you abandoned him, Gon. And let us not forget your mortal descendants, the Tanti. Oh, yes. I have them, too. They are all here in Uroboros, Gon. Screaming. Dying. In agony."

He drew closer so that his leering face was all that I could see. His eyes gleamed. His tongue slid forth to lick his teeth. Then, with a chuckle, he turned and paced back to his throne.

"Should I hurt your boy some more, Gon? Maybe I will rape him. Take him right here and now, like a woman, and force you to watch every moment of it. Or I could order Palifver here to do it, so that you can experience it first hand. The child's pain and humiliation." He laughed. "Oh, there are so many things that I might do to him. To your beloved vampire child. And to your helpless mortal Tanti, too! There are so many games we can play! So many games we have played! I'm afraid I've already broken a good number of them, but do not worry, there are plenty of them left, and they are all mine. Here, in the belly of Fen'Dagher."

He sat, leaned forward, curled his fingers in Ilio's dark locks. With a sneer, he jerked the boy's head up and pressed his face into his lap. Ilio cried out, pushing feebly against the man's chest.

"I send this memory as a message to you, Gon, borne on the blood of my most trusted warriors," Khronos said. "Surrender to me, Gon of the River People. Come to Fen'Dagher, alone and unarmed, and I will release your immortal child. I will free your Tanti offspring-- those who still live. I will allow them to depart in peace, and never harm them again."

He leaned forward, lips curling back from his teeth.

"Refuse my offer, continue to defy me, and I will make them suffer."

He seized one of Ilio's flailing arms and twisted it. Bones snapped and Ilio wailed.

"I will make blood gods of them all, and torment them for endless ages!"

Chapter 303 - Army of the Undead part 15