Necromania- Pleasure Of The Pain
It had been a week. A week since the Fearless Vampire Killers had been spurred from their home and Kier had become a Rogue Prince. A week since they had lost everything and had to move, fast. They had been walking for days on end, but finally they had reached the northern city of Nox Noctis. The notorious city of the night. It was a place for the supernaturals to call their own, and they had gathered in their hundreds. At first, Nox had been a refugee camp for those fleeing from persecution, but it had gradually built up by the people that lived there. It was big and dirty, but it was the only place they could call home.
Kier lead is band of tired, hungry friends through the winding streets, keeping within the flickering fingers of light that slid from slightly ajar doorways, windows and old streetlamps. Night had fallen before the sun had set in the city thanks to the huge buildings and their foreboding shadows.
“This is worse than the fields back home.” Drew grumbled at C