We lived a simple life but at college ours lives were locked in a world of passion, love, sex, possession and friendship. We defined ourselves by our needs until the death of Marcos Mann. People started to whisper of the devil and it was a mystery to us. We never believed in magic till we were told it was in our blood. We were the children of the blackblood. NOT LOVE BUT A GAME THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME ADULT SCENES.