Flashback.A thousand years ago.The twenty meters tall, five meters wide wooden double doors broke apart. A manly figure dashed into the large hall with hurried steps. The heavy breathing of the figure, definitely not that of exhaustion, spoke volumes of how vexed he is.In the middle of the large hall was a large and long wooden table with wooden chairs around it.Spread beneath the spot was a woven carpet that had the embroidery of a bat that had three eyes, the symbol of the Tribunals.Four figures occupied the chairs and were having a tete-a-tete on the table. They all looked young and youthful and a deathly aura that had a pressure that could kill a normal human, emanated from them.They are the Primordial Vampire family known as the Tribunals. They are the elders of the Tribunals. They are the true Primordials of the clan.The figure that entered the large hall earlier stopped by the table. He looked like a young man. But he isn't just a man. He's one of the true Tribunals. He
The ArchipelagoCaius, Bones-the-old and Adrian stood before a stone, which was covered in dust.Bones-the-old wrinkled face had a serious expression as he placed the Bone knife, Argus on the stone.He casted Caius a glance, the latter nodded, signifying his grasp on what Bones wants. He pulled up the sleeve of his black attire, revealing his pale white hand and bit his wrist, letting out pale red blood.He moved his hand to the stone and let the blood dripping from the wrist fall on the Bone knife. Bones-the-old's eyes glowed bright white and his whole body trembled as he activated his supernatural ability of foreseeing the future. This time, it's the future of the coven.While the process went on, the others were quiet.Anxiety or worry can't be used to qualify what Caius and the others are feeling right now. What they are feeling right now, but can't say it out loud, was terror.Why won't they feel like that?A Primordial vampire who is after them, but currently too weak to do it,
The others waited, all silent and in their thoughts, as they watched Sarai whisper words, inaudibly.She stepped forward, ahead of them as the blue magic circle on her hands vanished and the exact type appeared beneath her feets.An invisible wave of energy poured outward, with Sarai as the core.Her voice got even louder and the wind blew around very hard, flapping her dress.After about thirty minutes, she finally stopped, heaving heavily."Hey, how is it?" Hector asked.The others had their eyes on her too as she struggled to steady her breathing."I think she's done it guys." Benzo's voice reached them and they all turned to see the waters.It's no longer just a water body, it's now a lake. And standing erect in the middle of it, towering in its black form, was an old castle that looked like a thousand years old house.The sinister aura that emanated from the building alone sent chills down the spine of the group as they gazed at it."Beautiful, isn't it?" Kylian smiled, wryly and
Swoosh! Swoosh!!At the Western part of the castle, there was a flash of light in the middle of utter darkness.After a few seconds, the light subsided. Then, two figures were revealed.Kylian and Hector.Hector grinned sheepishly as he gazed at his hands, slowly lowering his gaze to look at his other bod parts, awe visible in his eyes.Kylian glanced at him and whispered. "What is it?""I haven't experienced that before in my entire life." Hector responded, still in awe."Emmm!" Kylian took off his eyes and looked around them.They were in the middle of a twenty meters wide and over a hundred meters long hall, which was dimly lit. The wall, made of black stone, had veins of pure gold running through it, making it look like streaks of gold in pure black sea of walls.The floor looked like a wood but not entirely like a wood, it looked like a metal.The place was so silent that if a needle dropped, it sound would be heard all over the hall.Even though there's a source of illumination
At the Western part of the castle, Hector and Kylian's side.Bodies flashed around the hall as the vampires battled Hector and Kylian, slashing and lashing at them, aiming to kill them.Hector growled loudly in pains as another claw slash appeared on his back.He turned to retaliate but the vampire was gone and another was heading for him, he couldn't even react when a kick slammed into his chest.Hector groaned as he fell to the ground. He turned Kylian who was fighting with a speed that clearly matched the vampires'.Like the vampires who were all turned by Akotal, a Primordial vampire, Kylian was also turned by a vampire of a clan of Primordial Vampires, the Skulls. So their strength is on the same level, unlike Hector who was turned by a vampire.However,Bang!Kylian was sent flying across the hall. Hector's eyes followed Kylian's body as it slammed hard against the gold-lined wall. Quickly, he sprung to his feet and rushed to Kylian's side.His fearful eyes glanced back at the
There was a lot of screaming. He couldn't bear it anymore. He has to go there. He has checked it out.He had been tracing it from like a mile away and now he's here. He turned into a corner and what he saw next made him hate himself.A man, a vampire, had a woman in his grip with his teeths in her neck as he sucked life out of her. The woman could only shake in the grip of her death as the blood in her system reduced, by the second.The vampire lifted his face from the woman's neck. His red eyes gazed at the person before him, then a grin broke out of his bloody lips. "Oh, Clawe. Come and have a taste.""No, no. Don't bother." Clawe replied. He could feel his stomach churn at the blood that sipped out of the punctured neck of the woman but he looked away."My pleasure." Clawe made to step out of the place but he bumped into a chest. "Sorry." He quickly apologized."Look who we have here." The English was heavy with Spanish accent.Clawe lifted his gaze and he saw who it's. His eyes
He groaned, staggering to his feets. His eyes were slightly blurry and his senses are weak but he could still recognise where he is despite that it's blurry.Papa Ruiz's shop.A grunt left his mouth along with a grimace as a migraine struck his forehead hard.Like a wave of light passing by, the migraine stopped and his vision returned too.He lifted his hand to move his long silver hair from his face and then he saw something that made him halt.Blood.On seeing the blood on his hands, he gasped in shock, his eyes widening with seconds.He scented it and he knew it.Human blood."What the hell?" He cursed as he moved backwards still surprised at how he got blood on his hands.He stepped on something and almost fell but he was able to scramble back his stance.He looked down and his face turned ugly.Around him was blood, allover the interior of the shop. The wall had splashes smearing it. On the floor was blood too, forming a pool. Clawe couldn't believe his eyes when his gaze fell
The oceans clashed and the birds from the receding woods shrieked as they flew by.A lone tent was in the middle of shore and the woods, blocked from the busy harbor of the seaside city by a large rock.Inside the tent.Amidst the searing pain that seemed to possess a power that burned through his veins like a hot brand of metal, Clawe's eyes fluttered open.The brown old view of a tent was the first thing he saw, the lantern burning softly gave the enclosed place a light. He sat up, wiping to a side his scattered, now clean, silver hair. Must have been washed clean when he was in the ocean. The clashes of the waters that reach his ears, making him realize he hasn't gone far.His coat is no more, only his baggy pants remained.But where is this place?His eyes moved around. Apart from the lantern, only a leather bag could be seen.The remaining space of the not so large tent is unoccupied. A temporary stay- he guessed.The early yellow sun casted inwards beyond the small opening of