Who knows what the fuck she had to live through with Ivan?
Motherfucker!
I can’t wait to talk to my cousin Anastasia. But, first, I need to confirm that she’s okay.
The next day.
The Tsar’s Officer Bruce appears shortly after the Golden hour at the office handing my brothers and I the missive from the Tsar.
I take the white parchment, breaking the Tsar’s blood red wax seal, the Kozlov’s crest, the crown with roses and blood. I read the note written in my Sire’s distinctive cursive writing.
Princes, the rogue vampire, Ivan was extremely far gone in his madness; therefore, his execution was the only justice that was just. The extinction of the murderer of Prince Ugo, the traitor to our by-laws, and the pure evil in his soul has met his demise.
Tsar Rudolph Kozlov.
Fuck!
The bastard is dead.
Prince Dionisie
Ten years later.
I’m so fucking tired of the same damn thing; every day, it's the same routine. Talking to the clients, moving the money, opening a new business, and messing with the stocks. The stock market was a challenge, a thrill, but it’s simply not giving me the thrill, the excitement that I crave.
I feel like a spoiled bastard, but what can I say?
You would be feeling like this if you knew that you were going to live for an eternity, watching the world revolve.
I watch the fucking decisions the world leaders make, the wars, the greed, and the hunger.
That downright pisses me off.
Why hunger when the motherfuckers are filthy rich.
Yeah, we’re obscenely rich, and so are the other supernatural beings that walk along with the humans, bumping in the night.
Of fuckingcourse, we don’t advertise that we actually exist. It’s fucking amusing to see the movies and books that the humans create.
It’s not us, we’re coexisting in the earth realm, but most of the beings have their world in other dimensions, parallel to the planet earth.
I can’t feel guilty about being wealthy; I do everything to help feed and clothe the people in this country, the grand USA.
I love it here.
It’s one of the best places to hide with humans.
It’s fucking insane, this clusterfuck roller coaster. The people are born, age, and die.
I’m fucking here, watching it all.
Over, and over, and over again.
Fuck!
It’s time for me to go and mingle in the poorer neighborhoods in Las Vegas, City of Sin.
We, the different supernatural beings, own several establishments where the supernatural enjoy socializing and maintenance. It’s fucking fuckingtastic to live here where we can easily blend into the nightlife; it fucking makes it easy to conceal our supernatural inclinations without fear of being discovered.
