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	Message: : Darkness. Most of you fear it. But, you don't fear the dark itself. Instead, : you fear what could be lurking within the shadows as you turn every : corner, take every breath. I cannot tell you where the impression of : things killing you in the dark came from, but please to be warned. I, and : my kind, will take no pain in ending your life in broad daylight. Of : course, there are things that do dwell in the shadows, most commonly : referred to as Vampyres. Once again, I could not tell you where the name : came from. These beings couldn't step into the light even if they wished : to. Which is why their kind is slowly dwindling. We are the Beasts. We are : the new apocalypse. And all of you? Well, quite simply put, you're our : fodder, our weaponry, our sport. : -Razakiel Lachance. : There was a loud buzzing coming from down the hall. It was growing in : intensity with every step that Razakiel took. He turned around to see if : his comrades were still with him, and wasn't surprised to see the most of : them dead on the ground. There was still one Leech draining from Lucien's : throat. Raze began to whistle slightly, which immediately caught the : attention of the creature. It was a very pale, glowing white that offset : the crystal blue of its eyes. "Ahh... You must be an Iceling... Very : well." He drew a blade from the side-sheath connected to his upper : thigh. With the simple flick of his fingers, the blade was immediately : encased with a black flame. The Iceling took its human form and looked to : be ready to defend itself. : "What are you hunting our kind for.... Treacherous fool!" The : Iceling's frozen throat made the words come out like an awful hiss, almost : as if he was the pure incarnation of evil. Before letting Raze respond, he : rushed him with his hands curled like claws and ice spikes being sent out : of his finger tips. Raze side stepped from the blow and placed his hand on : the back of the Iceling. He shoved the hilt of the blade into the eye of : it and let a thunderous kick connect directly with its knees. There was a : sound of bones splintering as the creature let out a howl. : "Why do I hunt your kind? Well, that's really none of your concern, now : is it?" With the final words that the creature would ever hear came a : swift, yet painful death. The flaming blade was stuck into the chest of : the creature and it was immediately engulfed within the darkness of hate. : Raze took a look at his fallen brothers and let a small tear roll down his : cheek. Most of them he had known for many, many years. Millennia, even. : And, they were finally dead. Raze was a man of strong stature and rarely : cried, so he wiped the tears away immediately, as if someone may have been : watching. : "Well well well, Mr. Lachance. It seems here that your friends have been : slain. Aww, what a pity. Perhaps it would be most wise of you to join them : in their eternal damnation? It could be very fun, you know." A man : dressed in a white silken robe drifted through the doorway at the end of : the hall, seemingly floating on air. : "Jorien..." Raze instantly shifted from sorrowful to having the : anger and rage of a daemon. His physical appearance altered from the usual : pale and broody look to that of someone that had been possessed by Suffron : himself. His arms turned into what appeared to be brimstone, and the rest : of his body was instantly shrouded in the same black flame that had once : surrounded his blade. But, he was not the only one that could have a : transformation. Jorien's robes ripped in the back to reveal four : beautifully angelic wings. His feet turned into talons, his face had a : beak. His hands went from being curved out of feeling threatened to being : curved so that his talons wouldn't puncture his own flesh. : "I see that you've honed your transformation since the last time we met, : Razakiel! This shall be a very, very entertaining show." : "Entertaining, eh? Hrm. Do you have the music this time, Jorien?" : "When don't I? I always have a large selection of anything that may suit : your fancy." At the end of his sentence, the sounds of what seemed to : be a giant chorus of stringed instruments began to play, shattering all of : the windows into many, many fragments. : "This'll do... This will indeed do." Raze slammed his arms together : and sent a bit of a shockwave spiraling outwards. Jorien simply floated : backwards and wasn't effected by the wave of energy in the slightest. Raze : felt as if he was fighting a losing battle, since he had never been able : to defeat Jorien, no matter how many centuries he had tried. He decided : that it was time to unveil his newest Technique that he had been working : many years on. "Jooooooorrrrrien! Want to see a trick?! Watch : this!" The roar of his voice made the music stop as the strings : ripped. He reached his hands into his back, which was almost pure flame, : and removed his spine. He dropped to his knees temporarily but soon : regained his structure as the spine grew back. His previous had turned : into a blade shrouded in the red glow of blood. Jorien couldn't help but : to run at the sword, but he suddenly stopped. : "A... A blood blade?", asked Jorien as his eyes bulged in terror : and anticipation. "Those are simply fabled... No mere Beast could : EVER do that! What... What do you want with our kind?" Raze began to : speak, but Jorien's terrified face turned into a twisted grin with his : beak being the forte of the teeth. He thrusted the beak at Raze and caught : his arm, which did absolutely nothing but fragment a bit of the stone off. : "You're not supposed to be able to resist this... The prophecy... What? : Oh. Just kidding. No, this is no blood blade, my friend. This is simply a : blade blessed with the divine blood of my father." Raze thrusted his : blade at the wings of Jorien and caught the middle of both of them, : causing a bit of impalation and a scream of agony. He ripped the blade out : and took a swing at Jorien's legs. The wound that was caused to the wings : seemed to instantaneously heal up. Raze felt a short second of fear, but : immediately flushed away the feeling by reminding himself of how many : friends he had lost tonight. Jorien retook his human form and walked up to : Raze. : "Perhaps I will offer you this gift... The gift to join the winning : team. If you convert to Vampirism, I will make the the leader of the : strongest army in all of existence. Women will want you, men will want to : be you. Or, for the males that decide that they're feeling a bit curious, : they might want you, too. What do you say?" : Raze's form had worn off and his fleshy body laid on the ground with a large : chunk of skin missing from the arm. "Vampire? Are you absolutely : kidding me? Well... Leader of the army of your kind? That proposition does : sound quiiite appealing... But. Being a vampire? It seems a bit... Uneven. : I lose my demonic side for the chance to be one of you blood suckers? Hell : no." With the strongest kick he could possibly muster, Raze thrusted : his legs into the chest of Jorien. He was launched backwards and was : impaled upon a row of metallic spikes. This didn't kill him, of course, : but it did cause him to flee in fear. Raze stepped to his feet and could : feel the sting of his arm's wound fading. He figured it best to continue : down the hall and see what was causing that blasted buzzing, but soon : regretted it upon sighting it. "What the hell... All of these were : supposed to be dead by now..." : "All of these are supposed to be dead? And, just what exactly are we? : Perhaps we're what make the kids cry, eh? Perhaps we molested you from : your home? Or, do you not even have a reason to fear us? Please, We're : waiting." : Raze could feel his heart begin to beat faster, and faster. The rotted flesh : of the Liche race was beginning to strike his nose, and he couldn't help : but vomit. "You.. You are a Liche. I have no re-" He was cut : short by a spell of vomit. "Aww, shit. I hate the taste of puke... As : I was saying. You are the Liches, the ones that were banished by Suffron : himself. What is your reason to be here?" : "Our reasons?" The Liche let out a maniacal laugh. "You don't : need to know that, really. Just be warned, you will die, Razakiel." : With the final word, the Liche dropped through the ground, leaving it's : robes and the infestation of flies (the cause of the buzzing, it was : learned) in its place. : "This is going to be a bad, bad day. Or week. Or, hell. Year, : even!" Raze scooped up the members of his squad and began the journey : back to Scotland. : Chapter one. : Ahh, so this is what we have become. Creatures of the night, scum of the : planet. Honestly, I've never felt better myself. Maybe waiting so long to : take Jorien's deal was a bad idea. Doesn't matter, now. No longer will we : worry about the protection of the innocent, the downtrodden. We MAKE them : downtrodden, now. Blood is our life, suffering is our joy. You all just : pushed down in the Food Chain... : -Raze : It's been four hundred years since then, maybe four-hundred and ten. Jorien's : offer had finally turned Raze, and he was now the leader of the strongest : Post-apocalyptic army iknown to any, man OR god. He's forsaken the : thoughts of protecting the innocent and all that jazz. He eliminated the : entire Beast race, and killed Jorien to overtake the Vampiric Brotherhood. : "All right! Now, I want the lot of you to rape, pillage, and loot : anything you can get your bloodsoaked mits on! Leave no one alive! Kill : the livestock, the farmer, the farmer's wife, and his children! And, for : the love of Suffron, don't get any blood on your clothes! We MAY be evil, : but we want to look good!" Raze let out a deep laugh as he took his : seat at the head of the battle field. The screams of the innocent and : wicked alike tasted the same to him. At one time, he would have been the : first to stop this mindless massacre. Now, he encouraged it. "Jorien, : Jorien, Jorien. You were such a tool! This is immaterial, now." : Raze's troops were setting the field ablaze with darkness, which pleased : him very much. "Yes! That's it! No, no! Don't stab them in the : throat! That's a waste of blood! BEHEAD them if you want to hit their : head! Gah, I have to do it ALL myself!" : The sun was still blackened from the war of 1426, so Raze had absolutely no : restrictions of time. He drew his dual blades, Loque and Sanguine, and : rushed into the village, swinging madly. Flames lept from the ends of the : blades and began to set the cottages ablaze. The screams of the victims : were like a symphony to his ears. But, he became caught up in the : moment.There was a farmer behind him with a pitchfork. By the time Raze : saw, it was far too late. The farmer thrusted his weapon into the back of : Raze, but it was stopped by what seemed to be an invisible force. Raze : simply laughed and snapped his fingers. The armour that was previously : hidden was now exposed, now with a scuff in the back. "You bloody : little bastard! I JUST had this polished! Well, blood has ALWAYS polished : better than... Well, polish." : "... Why?! What has posess-" The farmer was cut off short by Raze's : hand around his throat. : "These things are not for you to know, Farmer. But, I do applaud your : bravery. Perhaps you'd like to join us? The life of a Vampyre is so much : more fun than that of a simple human. What do you say...?" : "... A Vampyre? Will it spare me?" : "Absolutely." : "Then, gladly, my sire." The farmer's neck was quickly exposed and : Raze latched onto it. The farmer let out a scream of both ecstacy and : agony, and he soon went limp and fell onto the ground. : "Do not worry, my friend... You aren't dead, despite what it may feel : like. That's your heart stopping it's beating." Raze used one of his : blades to cut his wrist and drained some of his blood into the mouth of : the Farmer. "This will seal your fate, my friend. What is your name? : Think it, you do not have to speak." : The Farmer's thoughts were like a maelstorm within Raze's head. He picked the : name Nathanos from within and placed it within his memory. He had always : preferred to know the names of his comrades, and he could see a bright : future for this Nathanos.The Farmer stood back up and Raze could see the : need to feed in his eyes. "Ahh... The first signs of blood rage. I : love seeing new recruits! Now, join your brothers! Kill, drink, do : anything!" : "Yes, Sire!" The voice had morphed into a bit of a roar, but Raze : knew that ieffect would wear off soon. Raze returned to his throne, but : this time something felt wrong. He couldn't place it, but he knew that he : had felt it before. But... It felt different than it had before. A stark : realisation came to Raze's face as he heard the wings of an angel flapping : behind him. He turned around and drew his blades, especting to see what he : once knew. He decided that he simply overreacted and mistook a dove's : wings for an Angel's. : Raze allowed his voice to rip through the town as he called his troops back. : "Men! The lot of you, back to the Home! We are done here, for the : night. You are allowed to bring one body, for feeding or sexual purposes, : I honestly don't care." : Raze had gained a few new powers since his last time he had to make a long : journey, one of which was the ability to teleport from Shadow to Shadow. : He rushed for a bit of shadow and dropped down through it, landing : peacefully onto the couch in the main room. His troops slowly funnelled in : behind him, most with human prey. The women had brought either men or : women, and the majority of men brought young women. Raze banished them out : of his sight for the night, his reasoning being he needed time to talk to : Nathanos. "In case you didn't see, we have a new member amongst our : ranks. Treat him the way that we treat the new ones, and if I hear : anything otherwise, I'll kill you myself." Raze looked over at : Nathanos. "As for you, stay with me." : "Wha... what is it, sire?" Nathanos had a look of sheer terror on : his face. : "You fight like a demon, my friend. You wielded that pitchfork as if it : were... The hammer of Suffron. I see a bright future for you, but only if : you stay smart. Attacking me? Wasn't smart, no matter how brave it was. : These Vampyres in here? They'll fight for your life. You return that, or : we take your life. It's a rather simple ideal. Did you bring a victim back : for feeding?" : "Yes, sire. I brought my neighbour's daughter." : Raze let out a boisterous laugh. "Young blood, eh? I like you : already." Raze gave Nathanos a pat on the back and sent him to his : room. "One last thing, Nathanos. Do not cross me... I will not : hesitate to shatter your life just as quickly as I awoke you." : "Yes, sire. Thank you very much, my lord." : "Oh, for the love of Suffron, call me Raze. This 'sire' crap is driving : me batty." : "Okay... Raze." : Nathanos parted to his quarters and Raze began to think back to the incident : earlier in the night.He had heard rumours of Jorien being resurrected as : one of the Angels that he so often mocked. He gave the subject little : thought and continued his reigh of terror. That was three weeks ago. This : flapping, that feeling... It had to be him. Raze laughed at the irony of : the situation as he began to think to himself. ~Well, this is a change in : roles now, isn't it? We go from we wanting him banished for his evil, to : him wanting me banished for being so damned good at what I do.~ He laughed : once more and picked up his chalice of blood. He drank it slowly, as not : to damage the flavour of it in any way. Damaged blood tastes like the : blood of the elderly... Absolutely disgusting. : "Raze, dear... Perhaps it's time that you took a sleep? You've not slept : in three days, and we're beginning to get worried." : Raze turned towards Abernathy and let a small smile grace his lips. He had : always liked her, and she was the one that had finally convinced him to : join their ranks. "Ahh, Abby! It's good to see you once again. : Perhaps I will take my leave and rest, but it will be later in the : evening. What sun is there to worry about, these days?" Raze and : Abernathy both joined in a laugh. "But, I do think that you require : sleep, my dear." : "Nonsense. I missed out on the, pardon the expression, razing of the : town, so I will not rest until there is another. I'm sure that you : understand." : "Of course, of course. Come, join me and we shall talk." Raze : allowed Abernathy space on the couch and took another drink from his : chalice before offering her a taste. : "Oh, thank you!" Abernathy took a slow, long drink and still had : some blood on her lips, which Raze took the liberty of wiping onto his : finger and offering it to her. Abernathy blushed slightly, and Raze : couldn't help but laugh. : "Blood is a terrible thing to waste, my dear." He let a grin spread : across his face as if it were a plague. : "Yes... It is..." Abernathy became entranced in Raze's stare. : Raze looked away suddenly, as if he heard something. "Damnit! This is : going to drive me bloody crazy!" Raze flipped the table that his : chalice was once on over and splintered it into many pieces.
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