"There's many things to explain, much to cover and so much to learn. It's a rather long and arduous story, if you care to listen. Are you prepared?
"Before I named myself Ryuu Izanagi-Ryuu meaning dragon, Izanagi as in 'man who invites', which will become a... rather suiting name in the future-I was born Cain. Born once more years later as Caine... The bloodsucker. The cursed. Wretched. A vampire. I am the son of the parents who were created by God himself; Adam and Eve. My brother, whom I murdered long ago, was Abel. I wasn't powerful then; a mere human after our parents were banished from Eden, a worker that tended the soil, and Abel the Shepherd. I'm sure most of you have heard the basic story.
"We both brought our offerings. The best of Abel's flock was brought, whereas I set out an offering of average, mediocre quality. I did not see the need to present my finest seasonal offering from my crops. And so, mine was not accepted along with Abel's. I was only selfish and...jealous, even if the fault was my own. As you know, jealousy turns to anger, and anger into hate. My hate...murdered my righteous brother.
"From there sprung lies, flowing past my lips in the face of God, who in turn cursed me. No longer was I allowed to see the Lord or harvest crops. I was a completely torn man then; cursed with something I was unable to control, like a newborn vampire. I knew nothing of what I had become, but I knew, definitely, there was something inside of me. Something dangerous, ominous, dark...bloodthirsty, and everything synonymous. But there was nothing I could do, nowhere I could run, no one I could turn to, until...Lilith. Ah, but before you start-no, she was not the first wife of Adam as some say. She was simply known as a powerful witch who guided me through my fate, helped me, taught me the different ways in which blood could be used. Once again, as many legends, no...myths suggest, Lilith was not the first vampire. Merely a witch. Nothing more.
"Now, after so many years of wandering, there would always be that chance I would meet a man or woman to be my companion. Not a lover, by far, no. Simply one I could embrace to become a child of my own. One I could sire and stand beside. That human came in the form of a man by the name of Enoch. A respectable, strong man that I came to admire, and I, as said before, embraced him as one of my own. You couldn't imagine the pair we made. We gathered rogue mortals; children of Adam and Eve, Seth, and children of their children who were spread far and wide. The Land of Nod was where we gathered most of them, abundant as it was with harvest. Finally, our rather large family of roughly 150-most of which were men for the upcoming hard labor-we settled around the outskirts of the Land of Nod, just inside the border, and there we built the First City. After a few years, I named it The First City of Enoch in dedication to my first child. I was a ruler.
"At first, I had been resolute to my words, 'No vampires shall be made, for goodness shan't live an everlasting life.' Ah, I should have stuck to my words, and to this day, I still regret my decision. I was naive, and the choice to create others of our kind...was my downfall.
"Three were created, or, 'embraced' as we called it then. The Second generation of vampires. Though, even when I held steadfast and decreed they make no others, thirteen more were embraced beneath them. I was at a loss when the Third generation began to wreak havoc; turning mortals and using them as puppets in their sibling rivalry. The city was nearing destruction, in near tatters and crumbling at my very feet. So, there was only one option, or, my last resort, per se... I banned the creation of vampires again, and for once, after taking care of the few rogue vampires not of the Second or Third generations, there was peace. A coexistence between vampires and mortals.
"Of course, as humans say these days, 'rules are meant to be broken' and broken they were. My first and foremost rule that banned the embrace of more vampires was completely ignored, disregarded, all in the period of 200 years since the rule took root the final time. My city was being abolished by those vampires, those filthy things I am disgusted to be associated with, let alone share the same race. Not even my faithful, powerful companion could help me control them and win back what was being lost.
"It was as if the Lord himself witnessed our devastation and punished us, for soon everything was annihilated by a storm. Another slap in the face, it seemed, and seeing my home before me as nothing more than ruins burnt to the ground sent me into a frenzy. There was no one left, not that I could see. Not even my dearest companion. Nothing. (Sighs) What more could I do? I wanted nothing else, I had no desire to continue, start anew, or rebuild what I lost. So...I settled myself on the banks of a lake, dug myself a grave, and slept; waiting for the earth to consume me and everything that I was.
"Three millennia must have passed, and even then I wondered why I could still feel my limbs beneath the heavy weight of the dirt and move my eyes beneath their lids. Had I not been consumed as I prayed? Three thousand years beneath ground and I awoke then? But it wasn't a coincidence, no. While laying in my grave, I could sense something...intriguing. New. Something called to me and I could not ignore it. It was simply too...beautiful.
(to be continued)
Darkness latched onto his ankles and dragged him down into the fiery depths of the Hell he never wished to see. He feared the wrath of Satan and his fatal grasp more than anything. Not even the bellowing, angered words of the God of the Heavens did not frighten him as much as he. The demon of all demons. The Fallen. Once a beautiful light turned dark as night, flames of an unknown origin lapping against his handsome exterior.
Because he was still a gorgeous being, this Satan. Long, straight black hair a shimmering mass cascading down the length of his back, sharp silver eyes with a suave gaze and smile upon thin pale lips. His skin was paler yet. His attire consisted of long dark robes, swaying against the cold, black marble floors of his domain as he strut towards the entrance.
Here it was. The horror. Forget the beauty that lured his eyes, or the alluring scent that wafted past his nose. He wanted nothing to do with him. Nothing, and he would find any way to end his life if it meant escaping the torturous wrath soon to be thrown upon him.
Unconsciously, his gaze averted itself towards the tall being standing proud before him. When did this... How?
"Sterling," his sultry voice began, silver eyes staring down into blue. They were intimidating, and yet... he couldn't move his eyes. "It is nice to finally see you again."
... Wait.
Again?
(to be continued)
Where good dies, evil is born to spread wrath and hatred, corrupting the earth and defying heavenly laws as darkness overtakes the soul. Alas, in every soul there lies an ominous evil that when provoked and conjured, more terrifying darkness spreads, soaking the barren earth beneath to rise through our feet and drive us to create a chaos we know now. A chaos we have created, descending from us upon the innocent. A cycle. The way of life; life that we destroy with our own talons as they tear through light, destroying goodness in the path to destruction.
Thus, darkness emerges from its keep.
A darkness that is void of life, light, all that is pure. But what is good without evil, light without dark, heaven without hell? Nothing. There would be nothing. Everything would be nothing.
Wary eyes gaze upon evil intent and its evildoers, smiting them down with wordless cause. If not for us there would be no you. Without Hell there would be no Heaven. Let us bring you understanding, for you hold none inside that ignorant mind. But you’re mindless… all mindless.
Let this Angel take your soul and devour it, tasting the essence of lost life then let it descend down into the dead depths of this body. Almost tasteless. If there is need to steal retched souls, delicious then, they should be. This body should forever crave releasing your soul from your needed shell, and always savour the taking of life.
It’s done. Standing eerily motionless in the clutches of darkness under the tall canopy of surrounding trees. Those living trees… Sickening life. Utter hatred for life, and everything that spits out darkness like a deadly virus. He was alone, or so he thought tonight on this realm inside the dark forest.
There’s nowhere else to go, not tonight. Or can’t he go, can’t he escape? Even without dying light to consume, he will forever be within the confines of evil. Chained and damned, forced to steal away those precious forms and fill himself of every bit of hatred, every bit of emotionless need to simply escape…
… Escape. There was none.
Swish... Swish...
My fingers part the cool, glistening water, disrupting the purple and golden tones of the sunset to send them into a rippling dance around me. Slowly, the colors ebb away into dark waters as the sun sets on the horizon. It's now eerie. Quiet.
And yet... I am still emersed in a freezing essence they call water. I do not know who I am, nor do I understand the things around me. All I know is the word 'harsh'. This is a word I truly understand; it is as cold and unwelcoming as these black depths that settle around under my breasts. Not a hint of light exists anymore. I am simply a drifter of this world in which I have no meaning.
"So long, unknown," I sing into the night, my breath cool, voice soft. The words drifted away from me upon the chilling winds, just as I... will soon be doing. On the water. Into the void.
"Night, keep me drifting. Night, carry me. Night..."
I eased myself back against the freezing waters, wetting my bare skin. My dark hair flowed like ink away from me, around me, swaying with the movement of the small waves created.
"Here I am, looking upon the errie moon that reflects in my watering eyes. No one help me. No one shall save me," came the almost inaudible words, dispersing into nothingness once they left my lips. Never to be remembered.
Here... Here I am, drifting away.
Sinking, my heartbeat a shallow thump against my ribcage. Life short lived, life unbearably too long to witness, to bear, to complete. The fact that I am not human makes no difference. Neither does the fact that I am a living being.
I am drifting away, just as I have always wished.
Water envelopes me, the darkness caressing my steadily cooling frame as the chill steals away the warmth inside. And slower my heart beats. Slower.
Even under these waters, the moon an odd shape above me, there was only one noise-the blood rushing through me, flowing through my veins.
"This essence, everlasting. This darkness... consuming," I mouth, the water flooding my throat, choking me, strangling me with its cold hands. Here it was, taking me away to some other dimension, some other realm I always longed to see.
Here I am.
My vision fades to shades akin to darkness, that soft pounding in my chest harshly eradicated by the cold waters.
I am a drifter.
I am free.
There was not a doubt in his mind, no... Scratch that. There was a single, secluded doubt that lingered in the very depths of his mind, awaiting for the right moment to erupt into a certain chaos that would initially be the end of him. He knew it to be so. It had been foretold. Foretold by a never ending dream that slowly melted into a horrific nightmare by the last few hours of the night that still had yet to dissipate and give way to the rising sun.
Though, there was always that knowledge he held inside that others would strive to protect from him. And every chance that arose to inch closer to permanently imprinting the truth in his mind, it was snatched away just like that. A simple snap of the fingers, a beating and a point of a belt up to his room.
And up, up, up he would go with a shuffling of his feet until the back of his knees hit the edge of his shoddy spring mattress.
There would never be a way out of this. Never.
Never.
He would always be alone.
Alone.
There was no solace at the end of the recesses of this dark road. No... There wasn't even an end.
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