Thirst Of A Lesser God

Betrayal always has a price.

She was born for the arms of their Almighty. He was born to head the army of their God. They didn't start out as friends. Not exactly enemies either. They were together in the pauses of time, the in-between moments. The attraction climbed stronger over the centuries. She watched him, he watched her.

The strange energy grew between them as they skirted around each other until finally spilling into one consequence that had them hurtle down from divinity.

Her price was to be condemned with the shackles of memories to keep for eternity. His price was to be condemned with an unquenchable thirst for blood.

This is a story of love between sinners. Born gods, made into monsters.