Lilith grabbed a handful of the grave’s dirt, and balled it in her fist. “Morse mortem, corpse mortem. The veil of the night enshrouds the dead. On the night when the pale moonlight gleams red. Comes forth the Duke of the Undead. Clad in the robes of the lives lost when he fed.”
A bone chilling laughter rang through the silent graveyard. The breath jumped from my throat, and I stilled myself.
“So you’ve chosen the dark side. You’ve chosen to abandon the world of daylight, and to hand over your soul to the Duke of the Undead. To Dracula himself!” The voice echoed and rose higher, raspy like rocks grinding together.
I looked to Lilith, confused and scared. Who said anything about handing over my soul? I simply wanted him to honor the oath he made to my father. “What is he... ?”
Lilith si
