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

That afternoon, as Zenzele lay sleeping by my side, I rose and walked as quietly as I could to the entrance of my lodgings. I gazed out upon the Urals, squinting my eyes in the sunlight. Its peaks were jagged and gray, not at all like the green mountains of my birthplace.

Suddenly I missed it, the rolling wooded hills and broad river valley of my mortal life. I missed it with a fierceness that was nearly unendurable. I pulled my furs tighter about my shoulders as the high wind blustered around me, tugging my long hair to and fro, and I thought of all that I had lost so far-- homes, families, lovers. Time had devoured them, as it devoured all. Someday, even these mountains would be ground down to gravel.

Vehnfear rose and padded to my side.

"Do not follow me, old man," I said to the wolf as he stood there wagging his tail. "And do not rouse your mistress."

The animal glanced back at Zenzele, still sleeping in the darkest corner of our cave. Naked beauty wrapped in furs. Oh, how I wanted to make love to her one last time!

I could not rouse her. I could not take that chance. I had to be as far away as possible before the sun sat and the vampires of Asharoth arose from their slumbers.

I knew what the God King meant to do to me, but it did not matter what happened to me. Only Ilio mattered. Only the Tanti mattered. I was fairly certain that Khronos would betray me. That he would renege on his promise, kill all of them, whether I surrendered to him or not, but he might keep his word, he might let them go, and so I must try.

Zenzele would carry on this war without me. The God King would fall, whether I was a part of the rebellion or not. She held my confidence no less than my love. It was the only way I could do this—sacrifice myself in the hopes of freeing my loved ones.

"Keep her safe," I said to Vehnfear, and then I dropped over the ledge.

I went to surrender to the God King.

Chapter 306 - Army of the Undead part 18