The Oldest Living Vampire Tells All

In a culture that worshipped its ancestors, to die without offspring was next of kin to damnation.

I believed in the spirits of my ancestors.

No child is ever loved as they are loved by the ones who gave them life.

I have always found it both bitter and sweet that men become childlike in their old age.

I have visited a great many cathedrals and have yet to burst into flames.

We worshiped our ancestors. We believed in the spirits of men and animals,

Sometimes I think it is that loneliness that drove our species a little bit insane. Why else would we have invented such a vast assortment of preposterous characters, all those pantheons of mad gods and uncountable legions of angels and devils and supernatural dream-things, if not to fill the void