the darkness builds within, its pressure and power growing endlessly. until suddenly, in a brilliant, painful moment of weakness i snap. the release of my shadows, my pain, and my sorrow feels like my wings have finally emerged and i can now soar, but in reality i am again trapped. having killed again i am forced to find a new life and try to hide myself within its confines, again containing my pain, my darkness until the cycle starts again.
as i said im not a vampire, nor am i related to any infected with the vampire gene, im an aeon, we are a race of very few people scattered throughout the world. we cant transfer our genes and turn others, we cant have children, if we do spawn a child it will be of the ancestry of its other parent. the only way our species continues is through a complex and dangerous ritual.
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