The night had fallen upon the city. Azarian and Humphrey were cooped up in their apartment In the rough side of the city. It had been a few days since Azarian had last had a taste of blood. He could go on days or even years without the taste but as of late, he had found it hard to control his blood lust and let alone his rage. He laid his head to rest and all he could see and hear was extremely violent memories of the battle of Sarania. His commanding General was giving his squad a debrief about the impending attack from The Vallath. He was sitting next to Samuel during the debrief. He was nervous, heck all of them were. Sarania had never been at war since the war against the Vampires. Samuel's thigh was shaking against Azarian's. He turned to Samuel and whispered, "I've come to accept that death is always going to be there. We can't run from it." Samuel was confused, "Is that supposed to make me feel better?", he whispered humorously."All I'm saying is that we are bound to die ev
The carriage pulled up at the front of the Emperor's Tower. It was glorious to look at upfront. The building was made out of precious grey marble and had a so many windows to spare. There were imperial enforcers at every corner of the place, heavily armed with guns of great magic. Jade opened the carriage door and Alora was eager to escape. Jade sensed her racing heart and gave her the control of her body back "I can feel-", Alora clinched her fists. She stretched out her arms and couldn't believe her eyes. She stretched out her legs. She was in shock. "Everything!" "I was hoping for that result.", Jade said, "And if you think about running away you will get shot down before you even leave the gate." Alora looked out the window and saw the swarm of enforcers at every corner. From very the top of the tower to the front door and those just standing around the yard, they looked ready to kill anything that moved. Jade came out of the carriage and Alora was right behind her. They walke
Humphrey woke up from his slumber on the floor. He stood up and found Azarian's bed empty. He wondered where he had gone, it wasn't like Azarian to be up before the sun rose. He went into the living area and found Azarian wide awake staring at the city through his window. Humphrey looked at his fingers and they were drenched in blood. Humphrey was startled by the disturbing sight. "Azarian.", he said softly, "What did you do?" Azarian turned away from the window and Humphrey's jaw dropped. Azarian's face was covered in blood and his eyes had become bloodshot. He walked up to Humphrey with a hair raising stare. Humphrey heart was racing in fear, he knew this was his end. "Please! Please! Please!", he got dropped down to his knees begging at his feet, "Please! Don't kill me! Its me remember?""I'm not going to kill you.", Azarian smiled humorously. Humphrey was baffled, His eyes couldn't stop twitching in disbelief. "I was in the belief that you were under the influence of your urges
The stairs seemed endless, Alora's heart was racing. She hadn't been this scared since the invasion of Sarania. A time where her entire world of royalty and luxury came crashing down before her eyes. Everything she had known was burnt to ash and the ashes were now the foundation of something she is trying to fight against. She remembered the way her father was mercilessly killed in front of the people he dedicated his life to. She knew this fate awaited her at the end of the staircase. They reached the end of the staircase and there were in a giant hall with walls of grey Mable and portraits of the Vallath's many victories over the fallen nations of the Western continent. One portrait was bigger than the rest, it took up nearly the entire wall. There was a massive battle field with dead soldiers everywhere. They were brutally killed and had their corpses cut in half. At the heart of the portrait was the emperor in full metal body armour in all his glory standing tall over a fallen Sa
Azarian was standing outside the at the back of local bar at the heart of the lower city. The bar had gone by many names over the years like most things in the capital but the name that has always stuck is 'The Bar'. People of all kinds from all over the city would come and have a drink here but that was back before Emperor Sebastian became the supreme ruler of all of Vallath. Now the bar has become a chill spot for retired soldiers and off duty Imperial Officers and Enforcers. It was a busy night as always. The low lives of this ever unforgiving city laying against the wall, barely conscious and drenched in the smell of cheap and dangerous strong spirits and their own urine. Azarian choked on the awful stench. He moved away from the drunks at the back and made his way to the front entrance. He looked up at the sky and embraced the bright beautiful full moon in all its glory. He stood by the corner of the bar and saw dozens of people coming in and out. There were mostly old wartime g
Alora was laying in her bed gazing at the ceiling. She heard a knock at her door. She walked over to the door and opened it. "Good day Lady Alora!", said the man at the door, "The emperor sends his greetings and he hopes you slept well in your new room." Alora was charmed by the Emperor's sudden hospitality. Moving her from a cell in the bottom of the tower to a comfortable room with a king's sized bed, a toilet free from diseases and a window view of the mighty Vallathian Capital in all its glory. "I enjoyed my sleep thank you very much.", Alora slowly shut the door. The man put his foot in between the door. Alora opened the door. "Yes?", she asked. "I'm sorry to interrupt but the message doesn't just end at salutations.", he walked into the room and shut the door behind him. "My lady, the Emperor would like to have you accompany him to his meeting with his council." Alora was baffled by this odd request. She paced around the room in disbelief. The man looked on as Alora was try
It was the day after the whiskey with General Winston. Azarian replayed the conversation he had with him in his mind again and again. 'He has a file on me?', he said to himself. The Vallath Empire really had eyes and ears everyone, to a have a file on a man who lived his days as a ghost.There was a knock at the door, Azarian stood up, "Wait!", Humphrey said with a look of worry on his face, "What if it's enforcers again?""If there were enforcers they wouldn't be knocking at the door.", he said, "The order to hunt us down hasn't been granted yet. We still have time to find Malak. It's Winston." "Can we even trust him?", Humphrey asked, " Isn't he working for the people that will eventually come and have our heads. Seems very unwise." "Trust me." Azarian opened the door and as his prediction served him right, it was Winston. He looked a bit worn out, the few dozens more drinks after Azarian left really took a toll on him. His pants were barely holding onto his waist, he kept on tugg
* Two Years Earlier: The Vallath nation had waged war on Sarania as part of their undying conquest to take over the entire Western continent*Samuel looked passed the enemy lines, every one of his comrades had been killed and their corpses gathered and stacked upon each other. Roughly a hundred brave young men that gave their lives for Sarania. It was almost high noon, the hottest point of day and the Vallath army was getting closer to Wall Yotanda. The wall shut off all outsiders from Sarania for centuries. "I'm I the only one left?", Samuel asked himself. He checked around the battlefield, the Vallath forces had killed nearly everyone and all the war dragons captured. In the corner of his eye was Captain Zain Einar hiding behind a captured Scarlet dragon, the beast was put barely moving. He rushed through the battlefield, unnoticed by the Vallath forces. He hid by the tail of the beast while the captain was hiding against the dragon's head. "Captain.", he whispered, "My captain.