In truth, there was no we. A demon as ancient and malevolent as Ol'gaz required no partners, no allies. He operated alone, as he always had.
He had clawed his way out of confinement, shredding his essence to tatters to free himself. His escape had been brutal, desperate, and absolute.
One foolish vampire—a female too consumed by her own desires—had unwittingly summoned him.
It was a weak-willed creature—a foolish female vampire—who had doomed herself. Her desires had burned brightly enough to summon him. She didn't realize her longing had become a beacon, piercing the void where he had been bound.
That was all Ol'gaz needed. One moment. One slip.
That moment had been everything Ol'gaz had waited for. Finally, after eons of imprisonment, he could rise again.
The first thing he tasted was her soul. Oh, how sweet it had been—rich with yearning, dripping with hunger. Desire made for a delectable feast, and the deeper it ran, the more satisfying the taste.
