Dark Blood: Prologue(new)

First of all, READ THE MEMO!!!
ok, I read it.
PROLOGUE
September 13th, 2017
Over the past few centuries I have been part of a war that has raged since before Jesus was born. A war that has grown, both in size and anger. It is a violent, ugly war, born from a memory, born from hate, and all you see as you fight is blood, all you hear are the screams of the damned, and all the while you are scared of the death that will finally be brought unto you, a death that condemns the immortals to a vividly horrifying decent into the afterlife.
There are two sides in this feud, but neither is good, or pure, or fighting for honor. Neither knows exactly why they fight, except to keep their leaders happy.
The Vampyres and the Daemons. Both are so similar. Both feed off humans, both hide in shadows. Both have secrets.
Most of us follow blindly, keeping happy the leaders who gave us life.
But there are a few, a priceless few, who have rebelled against the war, against all the suffering it has brought to our races. And now, we have information that they do not know about, that they would not want spread to the intricate nation of immortals that are thrust across this world. Information that, I fear, will be lost if it is not learned soon by our people.
Before I start, I should tell you more of my people, the Vampyres. We are a lovely race, chosen for our beauty, and physique. That might be why there are so few of us, for it is hard to find a perfect victim to turn.
People oft times will willingly fall into our arms, not knowing who, or what, we are, what we are capable of.
We are not your typical faerie tale. Sunlight will not save you, nor will garlic. Our hearts are dead, so a stake will do them no harm. We are invinciblealmost. Our minds have been twisted, most of us are bi-polar or schizophrenic. I tell you this because it may be the only way to save yourself when our war finally becomes to intense for this world.
Now the Daemons. The sworn enemy of the Vampyres. They are cold, heartless, in a way you could not imagine possible. And they are more mindless than the Vampyres. They forget everything when they are turned. That is a blessing I suppose, then they will not seek revenge on their masters. But they are stronger, and there are more of them, many more. They are who I was supposed to hate, and I did, but nownow I cannot, not anymore. Not after what we have done to them. There are a couple of them who have actually bound themselves to us. To the freedom they hope to receive when this war is over.
I am telling you this because I fear I may not live beyond the next few nights. They want me, they want to put me in that endless hell they call The Final Reunion. But there are things you should know before the end. Before the 17th. Four nights from now
It's WAY better than the last one, good job(thanks so much)

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