erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
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The death of yet another citizen of Lazarus City hadn’t come as a shock to its inhabitants yet the tension was still present. The news that morning had covered the story of a well-known vampire politician. His body emaciated, almost skeletal in appearance due. It was an obvious case of starvation and as a result, the city shuddered. For they knew that no vampire would willingly starve themselves. There was no explanation for his disappearance a few days before. So when his body turned up in the alley of some nightclub, the police had little clues as to what had happened. The city whispered as news traveled far and wide, fingers were pointed as people theorized possible events that led up to the death.
Alas, life went on and Lazarus was as busy as any day. The streets and businesses were packed with people. To those who had just arrived or had no idea of what laid behind the surface, Lazarus seemed like any other bustling metropolis. It was truly a utopia, something out of a dream almost. But the residents knew better, knew of the darkness that had slowly but surely taken over their once peaceful home.
Lazarus City
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