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In the Slave to the Hunger Novel:
Born as a warriors son, I always had battle in my blood, even more so when I was turned at the age of 28 as I lay dying on the meadow, soaked in the blood of my fallen comrades as the battle continued to rage around me.
I remember that day well, the Battle of Fırisvellir when we were defeated by a hail of arrows sent by Odin himself. There were few left alive, those that lived continued to fight until they too lay defeated. I had watched the lights begin to dim, prayed that my my soul would be one of the chosen ones to speed its way to Valhalla and feast with the Gods, but the hand that had lain on my chest had seemed light and I had believed it was a God himself that had chosen to spare me.
How wrong I had been.
The drink had been cloying and even in my feeble state I had gagged, my stomach rejecting the liquid because I recognized its scent and knew that what I drank would somehow change me. I had not bargained for how much, nor how quickly I would regain my strength.
I had feigned death, let them carry me from the battlefield and toss me amongst others of my kin and only when night had truly fallen, did I slip away into the darkness. So then did I begin to discover what I truly was and embraced its dark cloak.
I traveled for years, knowing that returning to the life I once had was impossible but feeling myself pulled back to the wife and sons I had left behind. My sire told me not to return but the lure was too much to resist and in the dark of night I returned to gaze upon her beauty once more and found her in the arms of another. It was to be expected, she could not remain alone after my death, but the bitterness I felt rose up from the pit of my stomach and I had howled my rage, waking them. I killed them both that night, her new lover because he tried to attack me and my wife because she refused to accept my resurrection and drew out a sword to defend herself. It was an accident but one which was to shape my future in so many ways.
I fled before I was discovered and found myself alone. So it has been through the years, sometimes taking women to my bed for companionship but never for more than a night and always resisting the urge to turn them into what I am. My shadow life is a secret, a deception that I carefully hide from all around me until my skills are called upon by the Senate. For you see I am a Hunter and a man who speaks to the dead and no prey has ever eluded me.
I have lived in Germany in the town of Mosbach for almost ten years where I occupy the entire upper floor of one of the town center buildings. I teach German at Mosbach University where I'm regarded as somewhat of an eccentric.
I prefer my own company although over the years there have been those who have shared my life. One of those was Margarette, previously in charge of our clean up team before she was cruelly murdered in front of me by Maryse, a strange woman I first met in Paris and for whom I am hunting.
In the Acquisition Run Novel
Darius is a DJ and singer at Infinity's Edge, the hip happening nightclub on Castelli. He's extremely popular with the ladies and takes full advantage of that.
Formerly a well known performer, Darius's popularity has waned a little and he now focuses on his club work and the occasional live performance for private parties.
He has struggled with gambling and drug addiction, kicking both habits for a number of years and then falling back under their spell. He currently owes a great deal of money to various shady people whose patience is wearing thin.
Zone : Science Fiction
Zone : Fantasy
Slave to the Hunger
My Reference Books:
The Way Station
Caroline St John
My Favorite Reads:
Tales of Lost Empires
Jan 27, 2013 04:17 amA wonderful twist I didn't see coming
Jan 03, 2013 12:41 pmFantastically real
Jan 01, 2013 06:22 amIt felt like I was there
Oct 02, 2012 11:37 amPlaying with fire but doing it very well
Jun 01, 2012 11:35 am