The Umbra World

Downworld Council

A group of men sit in a conference room all talking informally and completely relaxed waiting for the head of the downworld.

The umbra world was into two parts the downword - Vampires, werewolves, umbra hunters , warlocks and witches/wizards - and the mundane - human- world.

Majority of the men in the conference room were quite young in age, they were the vampires being already dead cannot die again. Their lifespan multiplies very fast rendering them immortal. The specks of the older men among were the minority, a few of the alpha (pack leaders),umbra hunters and the mundanes that relatively aged,the only woman present was the head of the witches of Delta city. She was fairly old too.

It was the last Friday of the month, the usual meeting day of the downworld.The pack leaders of each of the werewolves' pack, the vampires head, a warlock/witch representative and of course a mundane and an umbra hunter were present. The sole or ulterior motive of the meeting were to maintain stability between the downworld and the mundane world and the theme that day was about a reported event of some vampires and evil demons draining mundanes blood which was totally against the accord that bind the umbra world.

They were all patiently waiting for the overlord, that was Mr Otumba before the council meeting begins. Mr Otumba was feared being a mundane who experimented on himself with venoms from a vampire and seven werewolf pack leaders and that gave him extraordinary abilities. Super human strength, super human speed, infact he had all the strength of a werewolf and that of a vampire;except that he aged, he was immune to all that killed a vampire and a werewolf, the amusing thing was that yet, he still looked human. Rumors had it that he hired a powerful warlock to perform the rites and that what can kill him wasn't known still.

Suddenly, the door was flung open from the outside and everyone silenced as Mr Otumba walked in, behind him was a very powerful warlock called a Genie, he hardly attended the meeting, he only came if he had some very bad news to share. Thus, everyone who had earlier been murmuring kept their mouths shuts wondering what unpleasant news it is that the Genie was here to deliver to them.

In a jiffy, Mr Otumba was seated already. The Genie, a powerful entity in the Warlock subclasses was not seated, a hybrid of a Witch and a Demon, created when a witch sold her soul to a demon and they seal the deal with intercourse. A witch being a crossbreed between a human and a demon

He stood at the front of the downworlders,his eyes flicked around the room; everyone;downworld and mundane world representative was muttering and glaring.

"Cough,cough,cough......" Mr Otumba broke the silence.

The mundane representative cleared his throat and began.

"Thirty mundanes were killed and drained of their blood at the earth-2 province, would anyone mind explaining?,We have strict regulations that bounds bloodsuckers and addicted humans that craved a vampires bite - the feeding pattern has been established-." He turned motioning at the vampire's representative. He stood up and walked towards the high warlocks and witches and dropped a file on their desk.

The witch's clan head,the only woman present sighed with the intention of trying to calm the already angry mundane representative. Should in anyway the balance between the downworld and the mundane world be upset would result in great calamity. The mundanes had developed and advanced in their technology for quite to the extent that they have weapons laced with silvers, silver bullets, serums and machinery's that could kill downworlders.

"Don't worry Mr president, we will look more into the matter and make amends......one of us with a demonic blood is probably responsible" the witch head, Clarissa explained trying to calm down Mr president.

Mr Otumba with dead conscience was just there feeling apprehensive he could be caught,he has been secretly building an army to invade the umbra world and be in charge of the umbra world - he never divulged his reasons- He was responsible for all that has been happening,he was experimenting on mundanes. A very powerful figure who always inclined to secrecy his activities. Everyone in Delta city was afraid of him. He exhibited such an aura that nobody dared challenged him, he ruled Delta city.

"It better-...." Before Mr president,the mundanes representative could complete his sentence the Genie who has been watching the event unfold interrupted.

"There are high chances that a Nephalem is still alive!" The Genie forcefully hitted his staff on the floor and wave was sent through everyone.

"What??!!" Everyone was alarmed,they asked in unison and it sounded like a chorus that were accompanied with an echo.

They were all aware of what a Nephalem posed to the umbra world.

*****

At the backyard of the caravan Clara turned into a house,her home were a tree that casted a shade like a canopy,its opaque features casted down a shadow.

It was a hot afternoon,the sun hung limp in the sky like a burned cinder. Drake and his beloved sister were each sitting on a stool under the tree. Drake was besieged with two expectant ears, Clara was anticipating a response from Drake over the symbol.

Drake not wanting to let her sister know anything about the umbra world was thinking of an alternative to not get her sister involved in the issue.

"They're the Delta city regiment,a mafia group, I know. How to get to them.

" But they didn't seem like ordinary human........one had dragon eye like glow? Clara asked in confusion wondering how his brother would go about it.

To make her not want to dive into the matter deeply ,Drake had to hypnotize her and made her forget everything and that their mother died a natural death.

He flicked his finger,moved very fast and held her against the wall of the caravan,looked deep into her eyes and said the words and when he flicked his hand the second time, the deed was already done.

After a brief silent letting the hypnotic effect register fully.. Clara broke the silence.

"You must be hungry, you've been away for such a long time, freshen up and shave your bears while I prepare the meal"

With that said Drake glanced around the spacious caravan.....then he was interrupted- the washroom is over here.

Drake looked as if he were about to say something else, but apparently thought better of it; with another shrug, he disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him.

Drake stood in the open doorway of the bathroom. Water ran loudly in the shower behind him and the bathroom was half full of steam. He was shirtless and barefoot, damp jeans riding low on his hips, showing the deep indentations above his hipbones, as if someone had pressed their fingers to the skin there.

He finally dashed back inside and grabbed for the shaving mirror and the shaving stick and started shaving and cut his hair with the scissors, in minutes time he was done with it.

His head was closely shaved, his back scored with deep claw marks all across, like furrows dug in soil.

He looked at his reflection from the mirror. Toweling off his hair, Drake regarded his reflection in the mirror with a quizzical scowl. A healing rune had taken care of the worst of his bruises, but it hadn’t helped the shadows under his eyes or the tight lines at the corners of his mouth. His head ached and he felt slightly dizzy. He knew he should have eaten something since he had just returned,it's been five year he ate good food. Not wanting to pause to eat, just wanting the release of physical activity, to burn out his anger in bruises and sweat.

He rubbed his hand on the mirror drawing the overlapping circles with a cross in-between with his eyes radiating a murderous intent.

In his mind, he should find the basement of the dragon warlocks and rescue his mum, hoping she was still alive, well, maybe she still is.

Shinigami had once told him that the dragon warlocks where the most dangerous set of warlocks. They incline to secrecy alot and not many is known about them, not even where they live.

Thinking of a way to start searching.....his eyes caught the glimpse of the card Samantha had handed to him earlier on and it occured to him that 'Yes' the Darwin's were quite famous and Mr Darwin himself was in charge of the jagaban regiment.

"There is no harm in trying!"

He saves Mr Darwin from the illness and he cashes into an advantageous favour,a great way to start looking for his mum.

He also did wanted to confront Mr Otumba who had taken all of their properties...