But things did not go to plan for Tepes, he was nearing the end of his life, vampires do not do well in seclusion, regular meals would keep him alive, but it was his time by his choosing, with his 9 advisors around his death bed, he passed on to the next realm to the screams of his heir being born. But not just one heir was born, twins, each as strong as the other, seemingly identical, but as they grew, differences became aparent, Lidérc the elder twin was bold, confident, and pure evil, his brother Vacher was, in comparison weak and quiet and so was cast down to the dungeons to live in eternity with his mother, there she taught him compassion, kindness, love, everything she stood for, he eminated, growing with the light inside him.
When his mother died, Vacher was lost, for weeks he sat staring at the wall, huddled in a blanket, rocking. Weeks past, months, and Vacher sat, thinking, wishing, dreaming of what was beyond the walls of the castle he had been confined to, he must break free, focusing all his energy, all his might he kicked at the lock that held his cell, the lock gave way, and fresh air slapped him as he exited his prison, from there he ran, thankfully it was day, so all the full vampires were asleep or locked away in their rooms cowering from the light,the only one he would have to watch for was Lidérc, it had been years since they had seen each other, yet in this castle there could be no-one else stood at a window at mid day, there was no mistaking him, using everything he had learnt before being cast away, Vacher crept, slowly and silently, not breathing, heart still, each step calculated and tested before committed, as he crept, he noticed his brother was still, and breathing steadily, he was asleep, but still Vacher crept, not making any sound to wake his slumbing sibling, behind his brother he paused, could he do this, could he kill?
He trembled as his fingers closed around his brothers neck, his fingernails gliding over his skin, feeling the steady pulse before he gripped, unrelenting he held his powerful hands, crushing the windpipe of this monster, his brothers eyes shot open, black, but bloodshot, he thrashed trying to loosen the grip, but Vacher held strong, this was his freedom, this was his revenge, this was justice, he stood, hours passed and still he gripped, not moving, not releasing, until he was sure, until he knew his brother would not get up, he glanced out the window, night was coming, the army would be waking, he must leave, now! throwing his brothers lifeless corpse aside he lept from the window, falling for an eternity before landing on the steep, rocky cliffside that surrounded the fortress, head-over-heels he tumbled.
He wasnt sure how long he had been still for, he must have blacked out along the way, but he'd have to move quickly, night had arrived, and his brothers army wasn't going to waste time, they would want to find the assassin who murdered their leader, so Vacher ran, and ran, and ran, village after village, town after town, country anfter country, until he reached the sea, there he stopped, he was free, but was he? where ever he went from now on, the darkness would be close behind, he could not stop, he could not settle, he must keep moving. Over the years, i have travelled a lot, i have been to every country in the world, researching, following the same trail, the ancestory of my bloodline, the Vampire Prince, Heir to the throne of the undead, to find its source, and end its evil, and it has lead me here, to Paragon, a city of the new world, with a history of dispicable acts, and evil to its core, here i must find the truth!
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This is the story of my past, as told to me by one who lived it, believe it if you will, but it happened, and i am comming!
The darkness was coming, an unrelenting plague of death and horror, the village could only wait. Of the many scouts they had sent out, few had returned, and those who did brought news of grave danger, neighbouring villages taken in the depths of night and raised to the ground, no man, woman or child surviving, decapatated corpses littering the streets, so twisted and maimed, nothing natural could have been involved. Then they came, Sptember 9th 1782, no alarm was raised, no warning given, but in 2 hours it was all nearing an end for yet another village, my village, or it would have been upon my birth, my family took their last stand, my mother heavily pregnant with me cowered in the library on the second floor along with the few other suriving women from the village, my father, brother and the other men of the village, muskets at every window, they had taken many casualties, most families had been decimated, and now there was silence, there was no sound inside or outside the house, nothing was moving, the quiet before the storm, 15 men, 10 women and 6 children, and an unborn child, making their final stand before the army of darkness, CRASH! a stone flys through a window in the west of the house, eyes focus onthe smooth round stone rocking on the floor, and the hole it has made in the window, before it had even begun, it was all over, like a cloud of night, a swarm of death rose in the east, pouring through the windows, killing everything in its path, working its way around the walls, killing the men first, leavingthe innocents until last, surrounded the 16 unarmed women and children quivered in the midde of the room, darkness swirled, one by one they were picked off, until one was left, one woman, my mother. The darkness wanted her, she was the one it had searched for, she was the one who would bear its child and she would be the one to continue the plage for another generation, she was taken, carried on a carriage of death to a castle high in the mountains, to a man known only as Lord Tepes, there he turned her into one of his army, as her mortal life ended, her immortal life errupted, the Vampires blood coursing through her veins, burning every part of living tissue turning it to the vampire way, flooding into her unborn child, he would be the new generation, he would bring death to the living, he would walk the day like his predecessor could not, he would be born a half blood vampire, and he would be taught from birth the ways of a dark world.