Chapter One
August, 1860
New York
'The blood gushes at Midnight, and the ripped flesh will spill on the cobbled roads', Lord Nathaniel told the waiting Court. King Samael stared at him on his majestic throne.
'That's true, my Lord. But times aren't what it is these days. The humans are at war; the war is killing them off. Lo! and behold, will those who dare to bother us at night time'.
'My daughter is marrying a vampire, and she wants me at the wedding'.
'Marriages are fraught with danger, Lord Nathaniel', King Samael said.
He smiled, and drank fresh blood from his vampiric goblet.
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