Liasmani

I’m his beautiful immortal marionette, That is attached to invisible strings. That are intertwine with his pale fingers, Waiting for him to jerk them. Whose he? My puppet master? He is no other than, Count Dracula. Each time he jerks those invisible strings. He is bending my will to his, To do his bidding each night. When he grows tire of me, I’ll be tossed aside to be forgotten. Then I would be replaced by another. That is more beautiful than me. Until then I’ll be his favorite one.

Chapter One "Prelude to the Legend" Sighisoara, Transylvania –1431 There is another addition to the Dracul's bloodline, but there is a twist; the future of this child has been already pre-determined. This child was destined to become a creature that is shunned by the Lord himself, but welcome with opened arms by the Devil himself. It was a difficult and painful birth for the mother, but it was quickly forgotten when she hears the cries of her newborn; it was another son. She held her infant son in her arms; after he was cleaned and wrapped in a blanket. Both parents were totally unaware of the grim future that their infant son will g