In the Beginning
Immortality comes with a lonely price. To walk among the humans, hiding in the shadows of their world with no change, and knowing that once you die, you lose your chance of to enter heavens gates.
Immortality was a curse to him, but the others pranced it around like it like they were gods. And it angered him, lovers would come and beg to him to turn them so they could live together for eternity. Willingly they would give up their humanity, a choice he never had, for this curse. And for what, love? The thought of it made him sick to his stomach. Of course he was no stranger of love, he had plenty of lovers. But they wanted one thing from him. Immortality. They played him , so he killed them in return. But, alas the times began to change and the humans left him alone in the shadows, they grew beliefs that forbidden them to chase the forever he had to offer. His servants left him, but a few. Mortals left his manor alone. No visitors came calling for him. And like the beginning of the world, he was alone.
Until one day, she came calling for him. Fear and sadness swirled in the soft, round blue eyes. Her baby fine brown hair was wet and it plastered along her soft, pale face, falling from the pile atop her head heavy with rain. She was a beauty, a goddess to him. Her wedding dress was wet and ruined, but she still looked like perfection. He knew that she was the light to his darkness. And for once in three hundred years, he began to see colors again.
