The boat smells something foul.
Rocking with the waves as it sails for "a new world".
Good, I am tired of this one.
It's almost time. My hunger hits me.
Rats squeak as I walk past.
I'm heading up for supper.
I'll leave a few alive, at least, so the boat can get where it is going.
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Lilith
Origins of a ancient pure blood vampire.
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Blood Rose Lilith
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