Chapter 45. July 1917

ALICIA CHAY

I thought to myself. I had a tough exterior. Nothing penetrated that cold block of ice protecting whatever heart was in my chest cavity. Unfortunately, I was this way for forty centuries until a bloody event eventually broke my coldhearted, uncaring demigod Queen nature.

The Saint Louis massacre.

JULY 1917

The year was 1917. I was awakened from slumber in the bed of the Queen Mother in Vencreashia. It took a moment for me to catch my bearings. It was after seven pm. I had an unquenchable thirst for hunting, but I told myself that maybe it wasn't worth the hassle. Outside of a Council meeting with members of my elite government, I planned on resting. Being that my eight-billion-dollar estate was the only residence on this continent, I tend to keep to myself. My three-layer castle was cleverly hidden. Before I knew it, I floated out of my open window. I needed this alone time. On the way down, the smell of blood caught my attention. I hadn’t realize