Daughter Of The Dark

In the beginning there was Silence but that was before the Earth came alive with Light, then Darkness and Night followed quickly. Life entered into this World and meaning was given to form, order to chaos and direction to motion. Words went forth and covered the World, seeking and destroying with a summer's greatness and a winter's tragedy, but the Word-bearers became tired and speechless, history grew stale and cluttered the Earth with endless wars and the Silent Stars told no more fairy-tales. The fullness of the Silence and the Night was absolute until something else came to Earth. Centuries ago a lonely Vampire traveled swiftly across the land as a new World emerged out of the Darkness. With taloned fingers attached to spiny-thrashing wings he struck out in the Night: his name was Vict∨ one of the Devil's Damned. He sought out a woman and swooped down to claim her with the strength of ten as she struggled to no avail he felt the blood of life throbbing through her veins tempting him like some Sequined Siren Blood: one sip and nothing else will ever do! Victor clawed at her throat, tearing deep furrows with his long razor-sharp teeth as blood exploded from her neck, its brassy copper odor adding to his madness as he listened to her screams, felt the dying, but nothing else mattered, he consumed her completely, not only her blood, but her feelings, her emotions, her loves, and he relished them as if they were his own. Death had come that Night; not with a tender warm hand and a memorable song, but with a different kind of embrace and only then did the first exhilarating death occur, and from out of this Screaming outrageous dream-like decadence came the "DAUGHTER OF THE DARK".