It has been twenty years since I sank the Crystal Ship. The sieges of every southern city in the east drags on. Most of the humans have fled to the west. Only Louisiana, Arkansas, And Missouri stand between the advancing vampires and the retreating refugees. In that time, I have killed key vampire leaders. But I am still unable to reach Kalkolides and the Sabbath Stones.
I have been in the northland with the heroes of Valhalla. Althead Kolbedides has made it known that they, the true Firstlings, are ready to do their part in this war. When I left him, he had begun calling the heroes together. The Ancient Ones. The true Firstlings.
They are the ones who ceased using the names that now have negative connotations. Vampires. Werewolves. Changelings. Succubae. Incubi. Alfre.
Now I know who the Grigori are. They are the offspring of the human liaisons with Firstlings. Neither human nor Firstling, they are unique. They are the first defense against the Fallen. Hunters are last, the human aspect. Chosen to fight in our wars in limited aspects.
Most hunters are entrusted with the destruction of the diseased, not the Fallen. They are also entrusted with hunting the werewolves and changelings that harass humans. But this has lessened over the years. Not as many reports were made between the 1300s and the late 2000s. only when the governments began to go through total collapse did the werewolves and changelings reemerge. But in limited numbers.
they had been replaced by the return of the Harvesters in the late 1900s and throughout the 2000s. Except man called them grey men and green men. Supposed abductions and experimentations began taking place. Leading to more political lies denying existence of such things. which escalated the reports of more abductions. More sightings.
It was at this point that vampires began taking over the governments. But they did it one politician at a time, slipping in one of their own as a candidate. One Senator at a time. And infecting the rest after they were elected. It was so easy for them to take over. And start the war.
McCall is Grigori. So is Truva. And Grady. They aren’t full blooded. Doravenour, Kolbedides, Polo, Nebov, and three others are of the ancient Houses. Technically, they are not Vampires. They are Firstling-born.
Papa had been Grigori. So had Mama. That made me Grigori. My Grigori blood is what made me an Alpha. It was also what caused my changeling abilities. I had been marked.
Word has reached me that Savanna has fallen. The Vampire Nation now owns the whole eastern seaboard. Except Florida. They don’t like humidity. But I don’t mind it. I kind of like it.
The same report said that the Vampire Nation is also gaining an upper hand in Mobile. if this is so, Florida will be isolated from the rest of the Underground. I am thankful that the vampires fear the swamps enough to remain out of Louisiana. Of course, when we took out the Impaler, it destroyed their hopes of crushing the Cajun stronghold. Most of the Cajuns and Creoles who make it home work as my network. They refuse to let go of their heritage. their freedom.
This makes them deadly. Even to vampires. And, like the one they all call Voodoo, there is a deep connection to that religious belief among both. But only the Creole practice. Much like the Jamaicans and Caribbean islanders.
The irony is that the islands are the only places, except South America, where the Nation has refused to go. I am going to have to explore these regions to see why. Perhaps I can find a way to make most of the former US much the same and drive them out. I will have to wait and see.
If Mobile falls, Mobile Bay will be off limits for weapons drops. Or even food drops. I only hope that all the humans have made it out alive and have fled to Florida. It surprises me that Savanna folded so easily. It was strongly defended.
But so is Mobile. But someone must be betraying the humans for some reason. could it be Hent? Or someone else?
There is a change in the air. Suddenly, it is colder. Darker. Uglier. Deadlier.
No place is safe. Not from their advance. I need to make it to Missouri. Without being spotted. I can’t hunt right now. I must go warn the generals of the Underground.
We must find a way to stop their advancement. We cannot allow them to gain too much ground. They must not reach Arkansas. Not now. Or we will lose it all.
We are running out of time. Rapidly. I only hope that the Firstlings are ready before the Underground falls. If they hesitate for a single moment, all will be lost. And the universe will be destroyed.
My success relies on their arrival. The war must end. Good must prevail. I must succeed.
I am headed for Kansas City. There, I will find Fenrir. I hope. If he isn’t there, I will move on to Little Rock. I just hope I can find him before the Nation heads for the Arkansas border.
After I meet with him, I have to go to the missions. I have to deliver a message to the Brotherhood. Althead sends his greetings. And a reprimand.
The time, He told me, is long past. He wants all to know that the Firstlings still exist. The girls should have been with me. I was humbled by his reprimand to me. I apologized.
But he understood the apprehension of the Brotherhood. Can’t be too careful. Especially in a time of war. And this is a time of war.
For once, I can see that we may be in for a long war. I only hope that it isn’t too late. Perhaps, with the help of the Firstlings, we will finally end Kalkolides’ reign of terror. I can only hope. If there is a God, He will bless the mission I was given to carry out. And allow me to end this Hell.