Birds chirp as a new dawn begins, yet they chirp for mere moments when even the animals quiet down, their happy tones replaced with an eerie silence. The skies begin to darken as it seems to fill with crimson light. The ground begins to tremble as a singe horrific scream penetrates the quiet. It sounded a kin to an insect. A large jet black creature begins to claw it's way out of the ground, a hellish fissure opening up where it births itself. It's long slick body is sinewy, thin, and standing roughly 11 feet tall. It's body has 4 long arms tipped with razor-sharp fangs. It's legs are snapped back in a loud pop to increase it's agility in low gravity environments. Just now it's two incredibly long tails slide out of the fissure, each one with a horrendous barb covered in a brackish liquid that seems to shine in the blood-light. It lets out one more final scream, this one longer and louder, to challenge anything within miles to witness it's birth, or even darker still, the birth of it's Master.

It is now that the skies begin to fill with rain, covering the area for miles with blood. As all organic life (except those of you reading) begins to deteriorate, the atmospheric pressure being exerted crushes their bodies and vein structures as if they were nothing. Their bodies becoming lifeless lumps on the ground, their blood seeping deep into it. The Creature quickly drops to all 6 limbs and into the clearing. The lumps of flesh and bone shards seemed to be gathered here into one giant mass. As moments pass the mass begins to beat like that of the heart of a great beast. The creature takes one giant leap onto the mass before it digs its claws deep into the center and begins tearing out chunks, huge geysers of blood coat the creature and yet the monster itself only speeds its way deeper. Until finally it leaps away, finally giving a glimpse at whats buried within. A pale figure's chest now shows, his head covered in matted black hair, hiding his face and upper body. As the rain hits his body he jolts awake with a loud scream of his own, normal at first, before it's voice is joined in with several other, more deep and sinister tones drowned out all that made him sound human.

"Pain...." The torso grumbles and begins to contort. "Get me out of here!" He yells, it seems to cower at first before nodding to his master's will. Leaping up once more it grips his torso gingerly before ripping his body straight out of the mass and landing dozens of feet below. His limbs blackened and his chest now bears a hole, from which similar blackish liquids ooze and coat his body. Horns rip from his skull, and crazed laughter emerges. "My body... Still bears the marks of combat..." His eyes are wide with madness. "Oh the joy of it! It still hurts!" He laughs once more, the sound of it joined in with his Pet's challenging scream. He stands before looking around, some sort of emotion breathes life into him as he sighs. "Now this isn't civil... Is it Pain?" He said with a chuckle. "Begone, for I will need you again..." And with that the creature nods before darting back into the fissure which closes abruptly behind him. As the man looks up into the skies, blood rains on him for just a few seconds more before ebbing away into clear skies, the sun bright yellow. With the silence broken by the mans long breath out, he pops his neck left and right. "Now let's see if I've still got it." He said slowly weaving his arms in the air, his black eyes now bright gold as he sees the tapestry of life and it's broken fibers. He smiles as he begins to reconnect the strands and in the blink of an eye the world is remade with life. "As the world gives life unto me, so shall I do for it..." He laughs heartily to himself while a wide brimmed straw hat appears on his head, and a long robe covers his body. "Who would have thought that Urdroxa would ever say those words..."

King couldnt help but to chuckle a bit at the sight of this man's 'accent.' Trying his very hardest to even understand the man: barely managing to do so. Though he could form some sentences when the man's blubbering became a little more coherant."aah.. so a traveller, huh?" He said with a kind smile as he looked down to the flashed: the look in his golden eyes beginning to glimmer with a deep scarlet. His eyes seeming blank: trapped. "Go ahead, 'king.' Give into the temptation. take a few steps into my domain... temptation... Just let me get a little closer.." As he blankly stared at the flask he felt a hand touch his shoulder: immediately snapping back to reality. A shadow figure standing directly behind him only to be forced back down into his shadow. Kings eyes quickly dispersing the red fog within them; retaining their golden shimmer.

'did that really happen?' he wondered as he looked to the man; attempting to regain reality. only to shake off the confusion and shake his head with a smile. "No no... I mustn't drink... Though I appreciate the hospitality." He gave the man a kind smile before sitting down across from him. hearing his name he gave the man a quick nod in return; replying back with a soft tone. "brian, huh? nice name. I'm not even sure what my name is, really.. So you dont have to call me king." He nervously laughed as he held his hand on the back of his head: burried deep into his long white hair. "though I wouldnt mind stickin' around. Well.. If you dont mind that is. maybe I can find some answers that way." though as he tried playing it off as if nothing was bothering him his shadow shifted behind him: restless.

as king stared down at his clenching and unclenching hand he heard the blubber of a drunken man. the poor man barely able to form a sentence. King immediately was crossed with a sense of... Pity. An emotion new to this form. He knew not what emotions even were; let alone having a grip on them. He did not turn to the man who spoke to him so sloppily. only speaking back in a calm, distant, tone. "You dont... Care?" He finally looked up to the drunk as his fist released. "well... thats the problem... I dont know who I am..." His voice held such lost innocence as he spoke. it was as if he was a childs mind shoved into a mans body. "Though... I keep hearing them... Do you? they call me.... King. Is that who I am?"

as he finished speaking he looked intently at the drunken man almost as if he was expecting this man to know. As if he could hear the voices as well. "I am king!" screamed the voice in his mind. over and over as if it was his own conscience. trying to remind him of his missplaced identity. Though, these voices did not harm his kind, ignorant, tone. "I mean you no harm, sir... I'm just... A little lost is all..." Though kings glance immediately slid down to the ground with a glance of defeat. "where are we..?" He seemed to have a constant glance onto his hands. as if he was seeing something wrong. Like he saw something no others did. A body that did not belong to him. even the mind turning against him. Fighting for Iits own identity.

A strange calm clouded the immediate area as a black and purple mist filled the air surrounding a large church. The thick mist pouring in every crack of the holy land. The mist condencing as it entered the hollowed ground; lightning crackling around the epicenter of the mist. lightning shooting out flashes of light that glimmered through the stained glass of the church: the calm never fading. The mist beginning to form together into a single entity, though, this single entity casting many shadows at its feet. Voices echoing throughout the church. "We are one; my brothers:" said a dark voice. a second calm echoing behind it. "No. We are many. Do not be naive; brother." A third voice finally shifting between the walls. "We will never be one. Not in our hearts. Never." The calmed voice interrupting as the three shadows at his feet stood to show three figures. "For once he's right, ya'know." A low growl was heard from the shadow who stood directly behind the man. "This body and mind is mine. It is undeniable."

The man finally stood up; his long silver hair flowing down to his back. A tight leather suit forming from the mist surrounding his body. Strange metals forming over his chest, arms, hands, legs, and waist. It seemed to be some form of strange armor. As he stood he turned to the three shadows; the closest merely inches from his face. He spoke in a confused, empty tone. "Who are you?"  This was the first to speak in a dark tone: "I am your master. I am your body and mind." Though, the calm shadow quickly cut him off. "WE are your mind and body. You." The confused, blank, man looked down to his hands. "Then who am I?" The third, amused, tone slipped in with a laugh. "Hah! You? You're just a monster like the rest of us." Everything grew quiet as he watched his hands clench; speaking to himself. "A monster...?"

with that the shadows faded into the floor; forming a singular shadow. The man looking around as he contemplated his answer. "I dont feel like a monster...?" With that said he looked around the church; letting out a sigh. Slowly turning and walking towards the door: opening it as a barrage of light bombarded his newborn eyes. "This is where I belong...?" His newly formed mind raced with questions of this new world. "Is there anybody out there..?"

She kept her eyes on her beloved and had a thought to jump down and help until she saw a third man enter the scene. It was tough staying silent and keeping her breathing under control, she almost fell a few times but kept her balance, trying to keep herself hidden and unnoticed. Keeping still for so long made her limbs grow weak so she silently moved to a better position and wanted dearly to meet his brothers but knew it was a bad idea. She would follow Beralai until she knew he was safe then surprise him, although it would be tough if he got into another fight, She wouldn't be able to resist helping him. Although being 10 feet away had its disadvantages and advantages.

Astrid thought for a second if she could get into his mind and tell him she was here, maybe then it would change things so she concentrated on him and said in a soft whisper to his mind I'm here tell me if you'd need me... i am a skilled fighter .. I lo- Her concentration was cut off by a sting to her leg and as she looked down at it there was a large bee and she held her breath and swiped at it, making it mad. The bee flew around her and stung her again she misplaced her balance and fell. twigs and branches snapped as She caught herself before falling to the forest floor although now she would be in clear view if they had heard her. Hoping they didnt she jumped back int the trees thankfully the bee had gone.

The outrage! The audacity! How dare his brother take this from him! Xylra opened his mouth to offer a retort, but quickly snapped it shut. He quelled the fury within his chest as he bowed his head. "As you wish, Brother." And with that his blade faded away, shifting into mist before evaporating. "I imagine I'll see you back at camp." More of a comment than a question. His feet re-embracing the ground as he touched down. With a final glance at his brother's, he walked away. His mind going back to the female that he had smelled earlier. Quite curious. Maybe this could be a funner game than he'd imagined.

The movement of of his brother drew Xylra's gaze up towards the sky, the woman forgotten. The challenge reaching out in almost urgency. A sadistic smile was placed on Xylra's lips as a dark hunger went to his eyes. This was a moment that he had been so fixated on...

The pressure from the thick air made it surprisingly stifling, both for movement and for the acquisition of oxygen. The mists came back in a full torrent, cascading across the land like water. The mists continuing to thicken until Xylra was convinced that vision of any kind was lost. And with that, he slowly ascended into the air, not even disturbing the blanket of mist nor the air itself.

As Xylra broke the surface of the mists, his blade could be easier seen. The Midnight Blue was coupled with glowing green Runes up and down the blade. The pommel seeming to be carved from some darkened bone. The eyes of Xylra were nothing more than green flames, the same hue as the Runes.

"I shall claim your Soul for the Clan, and give it over to Magnus."

The Skies began to grow to a dangerous hue of crimson, as if they too shared his Hate. The mists slowly suffocating everything they could within the area.

"Let it end."

And with that, he waited for the first movement he could feel. The Mists acting as eyes and ears. When he moves, Xylra should feel it. He was waiting to strike forth at the first opportunity, to skewer what was once his brother.

Beralai looked upon his brother with sorrow. He knew his brother was lost to his anger, his madness. For a moment, the thought crossed his mind about his other brothers. Rexus, Reaver, Domovoi. And he wondered if they too, might be alive. And whether their thoughts ran parallel with Xylra's. That he should of been the one to die rather than their Father. Or if they too, saw the man's Greed for the more but were too cowed by him to say otherwise. His eyes hardened as he realized that his brother had caught hint Astrid.

With a simple shift of his weight forward, Beralai was no longer on the ground, but launching himself up into the air above Xylra. "You wanted to play, Brother?" A black serpentine blade formed within Beralai's left hand, a twitch of his wrist and the blade snapped into line, forming the full blade. It seemed to writhe in place slowly, as if it were anticipating the thrill of battle. A dark corona began to form around Beralai as he had called challenge to his brother.

Beralai's gaze never wavered from the eyes of his brother. His left hand flying up in front of him in a defensive gesture, trying to abate his brother's attack. "Wait! Why must we fight? Surely you see the reasoning that spurred my actions?" His hand lowering a bit as he realized no attack was formed against him. "Our father was tyrannical! He wouldn't stop with just the Graavar! He would of sought bigger, larger game until he had the world, and even then it wouldn't be enough! Surely you see this?" This last question asked almost pleadingly, trying to rouse better, sound judgement from his brother.

It had been a week since his Resurrection, Donald had made it into New York City. The sounds of the modern city seemed to sicken his hate towards humans even more. The rushing cars, the ignorant people of the street, and all the technology. Sounds from tv's annoyed the Vampire, smells of the food had even sickened him. What has happened in this world to become so care free and gross would baffle the mind of Vic Mortiz. He would see many impurities in the blood streams of many humans. No pure bloods could be found, everyone has tainted their bloodlines. Donald couldn't find a single being worth draining to the core.

He would continue walking down main street seeing many  trade drugs, sell their bodies, or steal. The very look of sin on the streets and no one was their to change a thing. People lived without fear of God, without fear of the devil even. This disrespect would cause the Blood God to watch even more intently. He began his thoughts of how this world would fear a mass genocide, or will it welcome it. Times have became confusing and unlike the past that Lord Vic Mortiz would have to debate rather to kill them or eat them.

"Why must time decay, I hated them once, now all I can do is pity them. I must punish this world for becoming weak and ill minded."