The new body, on the other hand, had a different set of aristocratic clothes. The clothes were already covered in blood it was hard to guess what their real color used to be before all the blood painted them red. He could see that his real body was still in the clothes that he was wearing before. That’s why nothing made sense to Atlas regarding what had just happened. On the contrary, this body looked perfectly healthy, as if this person didn’t need to struggle for food even a single day of his life. His real body was pale because of the lack of blood and the torturous conditions he had lived in. His skin seemed pale, similar to how his real malnourished body used to look, but there was an innate difference.

His hair was silver and shorter than he used to have before, only coming down to his neck now. In the past, he used to have deep blue eyes as clear as the sea, but now his eyes were a beautiful shade of green like the purest form of nature. The realization slowly began to dawn upon him, which was unbelievable. He gazed upon his face only to infer that even his face was different now. The silver coffin was so shiny that Atlas could even look at his reflection on the surface. They formed a certain pattern, but he couldn’t comprehend even a single word. There were strange markings all over the walls, which seemed to appear to be some ancient letters.

He realized that he was sitting inside a beautiful silver coffin kept in a room that was mostly dark. The sense of being a stranger in that flesh made him panic inwardly.

He shifted his focus down even more to notice his feet. He lowered his gaze slowly and quizzically observed his unfamiliar cold hands. It became clear to him that he wasn’t a spirit. As soon as his fingers touched his cheeks, Atlas felt the cold touch over his skin.

Reflexively to confirm his speculations, he tried touching his face. How was he able to look at his own body from a distance? Was he already dead? Was it his spirit, or was it truly a dream? There remained a few questions in his mind unanswered. The body had bled too much, draining every ounce from his lifeless silhouette, making it a gruesome sight for him. His body laid in the middle of all the blood that had formed a puddle under him. Momentarily, he even wondered if he was in a dream imagining his death. He found himself calm even after witnessing his own tortured dead silhouette.Įven though his body was lying only ten feet away from him, that mere distance felt no less than a heavy thousand feet. It was bone-chilling watching his own dead body, but for some reason, Atlas wasn’t scared instead, he was confused.Ī weird serenity clouded the heart of Atlas Alazar despite all the confusion he was going through at the moment. There he was… staring at his own lifeless unmoving body, smeared with blood, lying in front of his eyes.

The accidental vampire novel