Vampiris Sancti

Elves have mastered four elements that ensure their survival in the harshest of environments; they lie exceptionally well, their preference for the unexpected is constant, they can often hide in plain sight, and if worse comes to worse they can seduce their way into safety. Zyre is no exception as she uses all her magical abilities to escape being stalked by a dangerous demon prince.

My name was Bethany Trent and at age twenty three years, six months, four days and ten minutes I ceased to exist. Don’t misunderstand I didn’t die, I won’t die for an eternity by human standards, instead I was removed from everything that used to be my life.

It had taken many years for the demon prince of the human world to organise a betrothal with a magical Elf as well as orchestrate her arrival on world. Then there were the problems of getting her to stop causing mischief everywhere she went, hiding out among Vampires, and poking her nose into every intrigue she found.

The immaculate creature known as Florian Ribeni prized being a Vampire for he was vain enough to choose beauty and youth over wisdom and wise enough to appreciate a life without boundaries of death, illness, or poverty. Not quite tied to gender preference Florian spent his nights lusting after the unattainable or engaging in sexual misadventures while shirking anything resembling responsibility.