I opened my fangs and let out a drop of blood. The ancient moonlight composes a beautiful nocturne for me. Thousands of years later, I have never forgotten it. It was love that took my breath away. How could I forget it after thousands of years. It was hate that aroused me again. Is it sinful? No, I was just abandoned by God. Heartless? No, loneliness often comes with crying. The years never end, and the sun and the moon are alternating. How much righteousness can there be under the sun? Let me ask, under justice, who made the secret transaction? To be able to nourish new blood. For this piece of beautiful land. I still want to keep sucking the sin away. Until one day, I walked to the tomb to rest.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
