Vampire Scriptures

Ashriel, high priest of Dracula, a prince of the Spectri vampire race and master of calculated musical murder. He is the frontman of the band, The Vampire Ashriel. Known to humans as Ashley Ozde, his band's concerts are sermons and every audience is a congregation unknowingly begging to be consumed.When a rabid, broken, lost fangirl tries to rise above the herd, Ashriel looks right through her. To him she does not even exist. He's seen it all before, it's a game the most obsessed of his fans think they know how to play.But just like the rest, she's only a nameless corpse in the glow of the neon lights.Because it's just another one of those slaughterday nights.Hush hush now little fly, hush hush and swayNyxhaven hums your name awayIt doesn't matter how hard you scream and cryWelcome to Nyxhaven, where the beautiful go to die.Inspired by Poppy Z Brite's Lost Souls, Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles, the works of Clive Barker, and Vampire The Masquerade. -By Zillah's Eyes Extreme Horror Press 90s themed extreme gothic horror author and your average emotionally dead but living corpse. An overall morbidly exhausted feral undead dog. My mind however, is an ever growing galaxy full of stars, each of them their own universe full of different worlds.I am a man whom bleeds my pain into everything that I do, in the hope that someone out there, may also know how it feels too. I am inspired by the works of Poppy Z. Brite, Clive Barker, Anne Rice, Stephen King and much more.

Before she was Sanctuary, she was only a girl.A happy little thing with stars in her eyes and syrup on her fingertips from pancake mornings shared with her siblings. Summers smelled like saltwater and sunscreen, like her older brother's dreams etched into his notebook.The world was still simple and safe back then.She was only a girl.She never thought too hard about the strange looks her father gave her; nor the mud-caked work boots her mother left by the door stained with something darker than dirt.She was only a girl.Then came the bridge collapse.Steel screamed as the water swallowed everything that she'd ever known as happiness.Her sisters' bodies were pulled from the wreckage twisted into shapes no child should ever have to remember. After that, life became a long hallway leading downward into Hell. By the time she was older and what remained of her family relocated to Nyxhaven, there was very little left inside her untouched by grief.Her friends tried to help however they could even if she was pushy they still cared. So, one afternoon, they dragged her into a small music shop tucked between rain-soaked alleyways and flickering neon signs. There, buried among dusty records and cracked jewel cases, she found it what would change her life forever. Be Mine. The first album by The Vampire Ashriel. 90s themed extreme gothic horror author and your average emotionally dead but living corpse. An overall morbidly exhausted feral undead dog. My mind however, is an ever growing galaxy full of stars, each of them their own universe full of different worlds.I am a man whom bleeds my pain into everything that I do, in the hope that someone out there, may also know how it feels too.