Gestating in the deepest area of chaos lies a single heart. "It" floats there, as boundless seas filled with whispers and wails of man become devoured by "it." "It" grows stronger with every soul devoured, and one day shall show "its" might. For the day its time arrives, the most perfect race born of sins, souls, and blood, shall be born.

"We who are born of desire, souls, sins, and blood, shall embrace our birth as children of all things evil. Let none shackle thy hearts with the fragile morality of mortals. Seek your path with an open heart, for we nurture and thus, are nurtured by thine own heart."

(I am new to writing, please be patient with me. I write for fun, and I hope you all enjoy my story! I plan to do 1 chapter a week for now, and when I'm more comfortable I will try making it 2 chapters a week.)