I heard the shrill whistle of the fire, and it was like the alarm of a kettle boiling, and my brain was about to explode, but I couldn't wake up, I was still asleep.

The bones of Mokkawi.

What kind of surprise was it this time? No, what kind of fright, shall I say?

Tens of thousands of years ago.

I was a hunter, dressed in animal skins, lurking in the woods outside the Blood City, and as I ran past the stagnant water on the ground, I glanced at myself.

I'm Mokawi.

I was Mokkawi before I became a Kindred, and I remember him calling himself a messenger....

I've been hearing about the Crimson rulers in the Blood City for a long time, a hundred thousand humans, enslaved by a powerful group of vampires, whose ruler is named Cain. He had three sons and daughters—Enoch, Erad, and Gira.

My bow and sword are ready.

As you can see, I'm a hunter, the best. I hunt that kind of unbelievable monsters - giant frogs, giant boars, giant lizards, huge spiders, giant dragons, and even sometimes, I hunt some guys who call themselves angels. I've been through a lot of battles, and I'm proud of it. At first, I hunted to feed my family, but later, I hunted to push my limits.

After that, for revenge.

There are only four Bloods in the city, precious and dangerous, and they are the apex predators and the supreme challenge.

It is also the source of evil.

My biggest advantage is that they don't know I exist, and when I see them, I recognize them.

I'm a hunter, and I can at least tell who's human and who's not.

I had been hiding in the woods for months, sleeping during the day, and staring at the gates at night, knowing that they could only move at night.

Other than that, I don't know much.

One night, when the night sky was clear, but soon it was darker than ever, and I smelled blood.

I took out a wooden bottle and drank the potion in it, which allowed me to see clearly at night, which I had taught me fifteen years ago by a hunter I met in the distant dark continent, his name was Seth, he was looking for his daughter, I don't know if he found it, the dark continent is very large, I said that he may always find the end of life.

But Seth says he's different from the rest of humanity, he's old, and he can live for a long, long time.

A woman walked out of the door, barefoot, stepping on the dirt floor, looking around with a smile on her face.

I have never seen such a beautiful woman, her eyes like dark stars, her long hair like the light of dawn, her skin smooth as jade, her body toned and slender, perfectly proportioned.

But I realized at once that she was not human, that she was doing something that a human could never do, that it was a grace and harmony that surpassed the beast.

She is beautiful, but in my eyes, she is just prey.

My first arrow hit her in the throat, it was a mistake, I should have aimed it for the heart.

She fell, and when she got up, she glared at me, and she found me, and the poison on my arrows was paralyzing even a dragon, and she was a hunter in the truest sense of things, a monster of monsters.

I blinked, she vanished, and then, she appeared under the tree, and with a bang, the tree began to tilt, and I pulled out my knife and slashed at where she was.

Her fists smashed my knives to pieces, followed by my arms, my ribs, I couldn't see her movements at all, she was so much stronger than those angels. There's no skill in this, she can easily kill me with just her physical strength.

She didn't kill me, instead, she turned me into her kind, and she said, "You're funny, try to make me more fun." ”

My mother, named Jira. When I looked at her, I thought of my dead relatives, my heart was dead and no longer beating, but my blood with her made me feel very deep for her.

It's slavery, and I have to fight.

I know about when madness took root in my heart, and that was about twenty years after I was enslaved. When Gila was reprimanded for disobeying Cain's discipline, she was furious and took her anger out on me, and the beatings I suffered reminded me of my long-hidden plans.

Far more physical strength than I had ever been as a human, I had learned a great deal of knowledge from Cain, how the Bloods could build strength, stamina, and speed, and I had not forgotten my desires and hatreds.

I'm ready, I'm ready to have more fun with you, Mother.

I told Jira that there was a secret hidden in the jungle, that I had discovered that secret, and that if she wanted to take the plunge, we could go and uncover the truth about it.

Jira easily takes the bait, she's a spoiled girl who doesn't have any questions about anyone but she's extremely strong strength.

The secret was a deep cavern, and the smell of blood came from it, and I remember that there was no such cave twenty years ago, it was formed recently, and I don't know what it was, but I had already figured out the steps.

She didn't get stronger, and I did. The terrain was narrow, and she couldn't use her speed.

All I'm after is one hit.

My beautiful, cruel, ignorant, immortal mother, but you are not my mother, you killed me and made me a blood-sucking monster.

She didn't suspect anything, and we searched deeper into the cavern, and on a few occasions I seemed to find the right time to do so, but her smile was so bright that I couldn't be cruel for a moment.

Only a madman would have the heart to kill her at that time.

As we went deeper and deeper, I sensed that something was wrong, that there was powerful demonic blood in the smell of blood, and I had never felt this level of demonic blood except Cain.

There's a blood clan down there, who is it? How did it come to such a terrible state?

I told Gila that we had to leave, but Gila didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, laughing, "It's getting more and more fun." ”

I heard dreamlike cries, echoing one after the other, between the walls of the cave, forming a symphony of grief-stricken sorrows, and I would rather have nightmares than listen to them. It's been a long time since I've felt the cold, but now, my blood seems to have turned to cold ice water from this cry.

A woman was soaked in a pool of blood, and I couldn't see her face because of the blood, but her eyes—those eyes penetrated into my soul and drove me to the point of madness.

She said:

"A hungry lion will kill his old and weak mother,

Because it's really hungry to the point of desperation,

And for the blood clan, is there a so-called family affection?

For the smell of the blood of my fellow citizens is so sweet and fresh,

Who can resist this fate?

I have guided you on this fateful journey,

Don't let the light in your heart block the shadow in your heart,

The murderer of my child, curse Cain!

The betrayer who sucked my blood, curse Cain!

It is the bloodline of terrible hatred that makes me sorrow,

The man with the fishbone spear did Cain's orders!

My joy, my kindness, my kindness, my love,

All vanished without a trace because of this consistent betrayer.

Did you hear what I said? Mokkawi, your hateful heart,

Do you understand my intentions? Mokkawi, your beastly spirit,

I am Lilith, the first human, Adam's sister, the first elf.

Now, I'm going to take my first revenge and make your blood clot. ”

Jira was not afraid, she never knew what she was afraid of, she said angrily, "Lilith? I've heard of you, you're a female demon trying to harm your father! ”

Lilith pounced on Jira, who met her, and they fought with equal oddity.

However, Gila is no match for Lilith, who is proficient in many tricks, which Gila has always disdained, and she is soon severely wounded by Lilith and falls to the ground, unable to fight again.

That's not all Lilith is capable of, she's obviously recuperating from her injuries in this lair.

I took out my carefully prepared bow and machete, shot Lilith in the heart with one arrow, and cut off Lilith's head with another.

I'm a hunter, I'm good at sneak attacks, and even if it's so chaotic, even if it's a weapon to hunt Gila, I won't miss it.

But that didn't kill Lilith, nothing could kill the first humans, or rather, the first demons.

She turned into a terrifying female monster, opened her big mouth, and devoured me.

Tears of blood flowed down her cheeks, and she shouted, "Mokawi! ”

I shouted, "Hurry up, my mother!" Come on! ”

Boundless darkness enveloped me, and I felt an endless hunger coming at me.

I have to eat, I have to drink.

I couldn't move, so I imagined an image connected to me, hungry and greedy, and he would eat and swallow everything he could.

Garbage, stinky meat, blood, barbecue, noodles, pastries, germs, mushrooms, dark ..... Soul.

That image is a little old man.

The little old man kept eating, and he dug out some small fluorescent worms from Lilith's stomach to fill his stomach, which may have been the soul of the person Lilith had killed.

I asked the little old man, what's your name?

"I devoured my own name, I devoured everything's name, and I even wanted to devour my own soul—if I was really hungry for that," he said. ”

He feeds himself and me at the same time.

In the darkness, I could still hear Lilith singing—lions killing their mothers, vultures devouring their children, jackals tore at the corpses of their fellow citizens, and humans exchanging their offspring and sending them into the kitchen. We are all delicate egoists, no, should we say, delicate carnivores.

We are just beasts.

The tormented souls, the harrowing songs, the first and last dreams, my past and present lives.

Who am I? Where am I? I'm hungry, has the little old man eaten his own name too?

I heard the sound of water breaking, and someone cut open the monster's stomach and rescued me.

Enoch said, "Lilith is lurking nearby, and if she recovers completely, the consequences will be dire." ”

Elad said, "You have done a great deed, Jira, Moqawi. ”

Gila cried out, "Are you still alive, Mokawi? ”

I'm just an immortal.

I looked back, and the little old man was still behind me, bent over, on his knees, chewing something in his mouth.