Fearful of the future and haunted by the past, the Holders set sail for the Isle of Dusk. As they leave the capital of Tur-Loghan behind, an ancient enemy is reborn in the city of Eyeshorn. Fed the blood of innocent children, Count Dilgreshar rises from the grave. His only desire? To exact revenge upon his niece, Ang Saroth…
Meanwhile, an army of demons launches its campaign to obliterate mortal-kind. Families, cities, and entire nations will be slaughtered unless the brave Holders succeed in their quest to recreate the infamous Clock of Aldulan.
At last, Dilgreshar stood above the corpses that littered the floor, clothed only in a sticky film of blood. Covered in hulking muscles and with a head crowned in a flood of long black hair that fell to the middle of his back, the beastly count struck fear even into the heart of his wife.
“Shai’larun,” Zabax Dilgreshar laughed, watching the last of the skin on his forearm squirm back into place. “You welcome me back to life with a meal fit for an emperor.”
The woman slithered up beside her husband, coiling herself on the floor at his feet. She craned her neck up to look at him, giddily sinking her pointed teeth into the meat of his thigh.
She spoke as his blood dribbled out over her teeth and back onto her thirsty tongue. “Nothing but the most potent blood for my beautiful husband. I had nearly forgotten the taste of you.”
Zabax stroked his wife’s hair. “Harder, my love. Spare me not the beautiful pain of your fangs inside of my flesh.”
She bit deeper, driving her teeth into the muscle of his leg. She could feel the skin splitting away from her fangs.
Dilgreshar felt his flesh tearing and the strange tickling wonder of its agony. When the pain had reached its zenith he simply reached down and pulled her up by her long black hair. They stood there for several moments, staring into one another’s eyes.
Shai’larun wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing it across her left cheek. “I’ve missed you,” she said.
Zabax smiled. “You can stop missing me now,” he replied, sinking his fangs deep into her throat.
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