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BANG!A circular shockwave was sent outwards. Hellsong held his two blazing arms in front of his head as the shockwave hitted him squarely, flinging him away. Benzo quickly created a defensive wall of fire in front of him. The shockwave struck it and it was scattered as his body was sent crashing away as well. The walls reverberated and the firm concrete of the corridors around had chunks of it shattered. The ground shattered as cracks that spread from the place the green arrow had struck covered the entire ground of the hall.Soon the shockwave settled.vSilence descended as the reverberation stopped.But the thick dust that still hovered in the air was so dense that one wouldn't be able to see a thing.Hellsong weakly lifted his head. A mouthful of blood spurted outta his lips. Fatigue could be seen clearly in his sapphire eyes.His dull eyes gazed around.The dust began to clear, and his vision began to catch visuals of the hall.Benzo's body didn't stir. He's still alive but too
..A day ago..Kylian trotted into the Night Hills. The dark and eerie gales that whistled through their paths blew around him. Trees, humongous ones with foliages hunkered down, towered above him like a thousand giants, making him look like an ant in the midst of Titans.Howls sounded all around him. Silent throaty growls as blurry figures flashed all around him.This is the wolves territory in the Night Hills and no vampire treads there. Because the wolves and the vampires have no relationship. Even in fantasy novels and movies, they are portrayed as natural enemies. It isn't much different from that too.But despite this, Kylian's face, protruding all over with dark veins, was as calm as a millpond as he ventured deeper into the midst of the silent growls that lurked the shadows."Stop, vampire!" A deep voice thundered.He didn't stop. He continued his advance.Hulking figures flashed towards him. His cloak billowed and he was no longer in sight.The growls became more and more cohe
.. The Mutilator's basement. ..BANG!A pressure so high that it made everyone in the hall fall on their knees suddenly emanated.The hind legged creatures bowed their bat like heads as they all chorused. "Lord."The Mutilator's desperation suddenly turns to perplexity. He felt lost. He felt sour all over. He felt like his life has ended."My Lord." His voice was like that of a half dead person as he went on his knees.Candles lit the more in the basement and illuminated the space.An average looking manly figure under a dark cloak stalked The Mutilator. Cold bodies under cloak flanked and trailed him.Among the bodies, one that led the others, had a staff in his completely covered left hand. On the top of the staff was the wooden three eyed bat with it's wings spread wide.A three eyed bat with spread wings. The trademark of one of the Primordial Vampires. The Tribunals. One of the clan of vampires that has existed for thousands of years, before every other vampires, before humans ex
.. The Archipelago…Candles lit around. But the light couldn't do much. Only shadows on the rocky walls could be seen with much clarity.The place was a mess. The confines of the cave were filled with murmurs and silent gossip.Cold bodies under cloaks gathered before the stone podium, on which the leader, Caius usually stands to address the coven. As Caius had said, there's a fang glow.But they have waited for hours, still no signs of Caius.Inside the inner rooms, lined with cold rocks, was Caius. Bones-the-old was there too with some other vampires of high order in the Casal coven.The place is almost dark. With so little lighting.Caius was apart from them. He was standing before the Northside wall of the stone room. His mind faraway.His eyes were on the image sculptured on the stone wall by fine hands. The dexterity says it all. The image was that of a female with fangs, a vampire. Beautiful, that's the first thing that would come to your mind when you see the female's image.
Greenwich, New York City suburbs...Sarai's safehouse..His eyes opened. It closed back as his face crumpled, pain evident on it.A groan escaped his lips as he grimaced. He felt his head splitting. It felt like a thousand ton hammer is pounding on it. He feared it would break. Yet it didn't.Every part of his body felt like a thousand needles are thrusted into it. It felt so painful that it's become numb.Where am I? His mind flashed as he gazed at the stone ceiling. Red like clay and somehow glinting with the dim light that a source he can't see right now gave the space. The stone is definitely not normal. He thought.The place was warm, so unlikely of a room with stone ceiling but he heard no crackling of fireplace. This made him even more confused.Where is this place?"Hey, Kylian."A voice called and his mind clicked. That's my name. His face turned and he saw the person. Square face. Crimson eyes with a tinge of brown. And finally a beige cloak hung on the person back.It's
.. The Archipelago…Located in the deepest parts of the Night Hills, the place is a definition of thick trees, tall and towering. The space dark and haunting. The ground all covered in crawling plants that seemed to writhe and slither in the dark. And finally, the large rock that extended deep into the ground, the entrances into it shrouded and obscured by the crawling plants.The insides of the rocks was the lair of the ruling vampires in New York city. Chilling stone walls, air damp and dark, the only source of illumination being the handful of lit candles.The place seemed not to be inhabited as only shadows could be seen.But then a figure appeared, it was moving fast, urgency dripping from its movement.It moved past a candlelight and then into the shadow of the darkness again. But one would see its' face. It's Bellerin.Bellerin strode into the central rocky hall.Caius turned from the wall. "Where is Adrian?"Bellerin hesitated. "That will not be good for you kid," Bones-the-o
Continuation.After several days of mourning, he buried his mother's body and mass buried that of his villagers.But he was confused. Anytime he stares at his bloody long fingernails, he questions his legitimacy. Like how the hell had he transformed into this overnight? From a warrior who fights for his people to a killer. Like how?The more he stays around his village, the more he's haunted by the mountain formed by the corpses of his tribesmen.The change is too abrupt. The cause, the reason behind the change, he ruminated as he walked away from the now desolate village.But when he seemed to be in too much darkness, a little light shed itself at the far end of the tunnel.His mind flashed back to the creature he killed a week ago. Everything was normal until he met the creature. Everything was……Then he made a decision. He would go back to the creature's body. Maybe he might find an answer.He had gone deep into the walnut woods but he turned back. He went around the village not
Apart from Sarai the witch, someone else had the gut feeling that the vampires were gonna find them.That was Kylian.Even though he tried to stop himself from thinking such a thing, he still knew they were gonna find him. He just hoped that it would be a little longer.And he hoped that it wouldn't be bloody. For his friends. Heald, Benzo, the witch and any other person that wants to stand by him. He didn't want it to be bloody for them. As it had always been for the ones who stood for him in the past.But he knew the moment he told his past and no one of them left, that they would never go even if he tried to push them away.Nothing else could have chased them away other than his dark past."We have to hold them off," Benzo said. "I and Benzo would do that but we need to get Kylian outta here, because the two of us cannot defeat Adrian, he's a strong naturally born vampire." Heald suggested."I will get Kylian out of here." Sarai nodded. "Mei Li will help you guys."Benzo took a g