Immortel

You are a predator: a vampire who tracks human prey in the heart of the night, dreaming of their blood. The blood is life. It's drinking, eating, breathe, and kissing, all that in one little drop vermeille. Your thirst for blood is blinding and drinking ... it's ecstatic. Feeding on a victim, it's not just sipping a briquette of fruit juice, it's enjoying a sumptuous food in a chic restaurant. You are ready for anything to feed you. This drive is insatiable. Even when you ingest your blood content, the devil is there to whisk you in the ear, to try you to take you more. To appear is to bring up the beast. The beast is the incessant pulsation in your heartless heart; She claims excess, cruelty and destruction. When the beast carries it, you lose your free referee and register in a derenebered monster. Your humanity - your connection with what it means to be human - is the only thing that holds the beast at a distance, and it is a flickering flame in these darkness beaten by the wind. Famine and the feast , the sense of inconvenient restraint and abandonment, the non-life of a predator offers more than an existence of eternal addicted to blood. Immortality is the reward that awaits the predator capable of holding in equilibrium on the thread of the razor. The predators represent the apogee: the union of the ingenuity of the machinations of men and the ferocity all instinctive of the beast. Although the lower men and creatures are sheep against the wolf, the wolf evolves himself within a pack. And in this one, the most cunning and without mercy becomes the alpha. All predators envy this power and prestige. They tear each other each night, fighting to grab the remains. Everyone hopes one night he will lead the pack. Thus, from the largest predator to the most modest, all are entangled in an incessant conflict of intrigue and violence. What it means to be a predator. This is what Immortel.Live 164 pages. Supple cover.