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There was supposedly an eleventh Immortal, a First Among Equals, a king, who had all the other Immortals' powers, plus another one referred to simply as Armageddon.
Acolytes were humans who had been given tastes of a vampire’s blood that granted benefits like increased strength, speed, mental acuity, and extended youthfulness for as long as the blood drinking continued. Acolytes were people the vampires had determined would be useful to have access to in this universe. Doctors, lawyers, politicians, business owners and the like were often chosen for these positions.
There is no one here, but me… me and you and the other that does not matter…
I am not going to kill you, the Immortal assured him, the voice gauzy with desire now as the blood warmed the long cold flesh.
I have no fledglings, Daemon said with bitterness laced through every word. Every person I tried to turn has died. My blood is too potent and is toxic to your kind. It is one of the reasons I... It does not matter.
Black curls surrounded a face that could have been sculpted by the ancient Greeks. His cheekbones were high. His jaw was strong. His lips were plush. His nose was aristocratic. His forehead was wide and sensitive. His eyebrows were elegantly arched, giving him a searching expression. His skin was mostly cream with a touch of coffee color in it. But then there were his eyes. They were red. Not an ugly blood red. But the color of banked coals in the dark on a windy fjord. They were the essence of fire. He could see the color in the irises moving, flowing, igniting like the sun. Gold flecks
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This line of thought was good. Anger focused him. It made him cold and analytical. It conquered fear.
“Christian,” Julian called. When he turned around, his best friend said, “Just smile at him and see what happens.” Christian shook his head. “You’re incorrigible.”
Lord Ravenscroft turned his head and feigned surprise at Christian’s appearance even though Christian was certain he was ultra aware of Christian at all times. He’s a predator. A beautiful predator.
