sexywriter777
Star
- Joined
- Feb 27, 2013
- Location
- Behind you.
The city was at war with itself.
Unknown to the normal folk, vampiric crime lords ruled over gangs in four sections of the city, four gangs fighting for control. There were the Silverwings, who claimed the northwest district, full of the wealthy artists and actor types. Then the Swifts, who took the southwest, where the younger, poorer types lived in mass, and crime ruled the streets. Then the Dragonbloods, who ruled the middle class area and held control over much of the drug sales of the city. Finally, in the southwest, the Bloodhounds controlled the factories and production yards.
Grim Inganni was The Lord of the Silverwings. He was the vampire in charge. Nothing happened in their area without his permission. Any crime needed his approval. Failure to do so would end badly. And any new comers had to be brought to him to be approved. Basically, if you weren't human, you weren't safe from his rule.
And he loved it.
He surrounded himself with loyal servants and willing sluts. He manipulated others and had expanded their influence over the few years of his control. Despite his relative youth (he had been turned at twenty eight, making him look young, and he was only about seventy some in human age). His black hair reached the nape of his neck and sharp green eyes watched everything.
He was going to be the only leader of vampires in the city. No matter how he had to do it.
Unknown to the normal folk, vampiric crime lords ruled over gangs in four sections of the city, four gangs fighting for control. There were the Silverwings, who claimed the northwest district, full of the wealthy artists and actor types. Then the Swifts, who took the southwest, where the younger, poorer types lived in mass, and crime ruled the streets. Then the Dragonbloods, who ruled the middle class area and held control over much of the drug sales of the city. Finally, in the southwest, the Bloodhounds controlled the factories and production yards.
Grim Inganni was The Lord of the Silverwings. He was the vampire in charge. Nothing happened in their area without his permission. Any crime needed his approval. Failure to do so would end badly. And any new comers had to be brought to him to be approved. Basically, if you weren't human, you weren't safe from his rule.
And he loved it.
He surrounded himself with loyal servants and willing sluts. He manipulated others and had expanded their influence over the few years of his control. Despite his relative youth (he had been turned at twenty eight, making him look young, and he was only about seventy some in human age). His black hair reached the nape of his neck and sharp green eyes watched everything.
He was going to be the only leader of vampires in the city. No matter how he had to do it.