"What do you intend to do, son?" "His game. We will go to war. "He will kill Liza." "Is it because he is so blind, my father? He'll kill her anyway! She knew the risk when she went there. Damn her! Nothing was forbidden to her. She had everything! What was that airhead looking for? Perhaps the one emotion she had not yet had the pleasure of feeling... He wanted to know what it was like to die! What an idiot! I wish he had thrown himself down from the highest tower in the palace. Ale is vile. He will torture her until she begs him to kill her. She knew about these things. It's as if she's already dead and all that's left for me to do is avenge her and Pamela." "But maybe she's still alive." Dartan spoke hopefully. "Ale made it clear in the letter that Gabriel and she got into bed. I know Gabriel. He is as fair as.... Her real father. He will not allow them to touch her." Luc started to think about his son he had never met. What would he be like? Suddenly a thought sta

Gabriel was at the head of the troop with Ale. He convinced his father that the villagers should follow in the rear, for they were men trained to protect and kill anyone who dared to challenge their king. Ale allowed it without suspecting that his son was preparing a surprise that would make him lose the battle. What Gabriel did not imagine was that Gaius, distrustful of his good intentions, was also preparing a strategy in case something unexpected happened. The two troops met with both brothers in front of them. The troops stopped, and even at a distance of more than a hundred meters, you could see that the twin brothers' eyes met. Mute, but each transmitting in that gaze, all the rancor and the promise of revenge. Ale's gaze went from his brother to the son beside him. It was easy to see the pride of the adopted son. Ale also could not contain his pride at discovering in his son, still so young and yet so brave. In his eyes shone the same determination of the one he knew as

Liza arrived at the palace where Salar reigned alongside her father. There were Dartan, friends, advisors, and other family members. As soon as she saw her arriving, Salar came to meet her. "What's going on here?" Liza asked worriedly, as she noticed everyone's sad countenance. "Our father... He's gone from this world." "No!" Liza cried and let herself fall in tears in her brother's arms. "He should have waited for me. He wanted to tell me something.... I felt it and... Someone told me..." "Easy Liza." Salar interrupted her. "He tried to wait for you. Since he couldn't and he was sure you would come, he left his last words." "What did he say?" "That he loved you and not to forget the promise he made to you." Liza smiled and then cried. Her father wanted to tell her only that he loved her, but she always knew it. She felt arms pass around her shoulders and believing it to be Salar she didn't even look back and approached her father's body, which she now realized, was in a c

She smiled and shot the arrow. One of the woodcutters stepped in front of her and received the arrow in his head and fell down dead. Meanwhile, Anat put another arrow in her bow and aimed it again at Lineo who looked annoyed at the fallen woodcutter at his feet and turned his gaze to Anat. "Did you know he would do such a foolish thing? Those guns can't kill me. Stop playing games Anat. We can rule this world together." "I would never join you. And you are wrong. This arrow will kill you. You are no longer in the world of the immortals and I have discovered an ore they call silver that can hurt the gods here. It can be lethal if it hits in the right place..." "You look different. Still beautiful, but not as beautiful as in the world of the immortals..." "You need to look at yourself Lineo. You look awful." "That woodcutter... I had plans for him." Lineo said angrily. He didn't believe that could hurt him, but he bent down and took the arrow from the woodcutter's hea

In a very distant time, there was a king who was very good to his people, and everyone loved him, never suspecting that behind that mask of kindness and understanding there was a vile and evil man, who never stopped when he wanted something. This is how Lineo's story would be told by posterity, but he was not a man. He was a god. He was the first vampire, and through him, lives would be changed. Just like that of the peasant girl he had taken by force. Her name was Jaqueline, and she and her two daughters: Anie and Analva, were the only ones who knew his merciless, arrogant and cruel side through lashings and punishments that were creative but ancient at the same time. Often leaving them without food and bound in chains in his dungeon. All his rage was kept to himself. He didn't let them realize his frustrations, saving them to take it out on his wife when they lay together. He built a palace for himself from the ruins the bats showed him, and because he was very intelligen