Consciousness. For what was almost an eternity, a consciousness had laid in waiting; waiting for that one moment when all would be revealed once more. As thoughts drifted across blackness, considering actions, looking back on more than a hundred life times, it became apparent that the world had changed, and with its changing, so would the situation for this eternal, dark being.
A lord among the most highly respected coven in the whole of the Vampire society, it was with patience that the consciousness awaited the day he would be released from this prison. Unable to kill him, the rather weak Slayer had sealed the Vampire Lord using magick that would surely have killed the old man who cast the energies therein. Of course, with such power coupled with the sacrifice of the Slayer, the Lord of Vampires, the most revered, most feared of all the immortal creatures, had no chance of escape until that wretched spell had worn off.
Darkness was the realm this man lived in, and with the sealing, he could remember not the feel of his body; his build, his appearance. But, as, slowly, the spell faded, its potency dying with the passing of time, memories began to flood forth into the now expanding conscious being. And a memory of hunger, of thirst, filled the mind of this unfortunate, eternal soul.
A fire seemed to burn in what was obviously the body that gave itself to the consciousness that had for so long laid in waiting for a moment that the magick would show a weakness; giving him opportunity to once more tread the ground of this earth, hunting in the cold dead of night for the next victim, to taste the sweet metallic of warm, fresh, oxygen filled blood. To feel the thick fluid flow down his throat, warming his entire body with a satisfaction that carried no comparison.
Something then, a twitch, a flicker of nerve signals. A sign of physical existence, if ever there was one. Although there was nothing more, it was clear that soon would be the time for the seal to be forced open; for the great Vampire Lord to emerge once more. Another sudden feeling, a connection to the outside world.
A familiar feeling, now that it had reached him once more. As though a rhythmic beating was in place for every single vampire in the world, signs of Sanguinarian life were pulsating vibrantly. It seemed that the populace had grown significantly. Or had it? The power of those pulses was a mere shadow of what would have been felt the many years prior to this one, back when the Vampires ran without fear in the night, taking such as would satisfy their hunger and thirst, some occasionally taking more.
Something, however, was different about the energies he could now feel; they were somehow weaker, submissive, almost. Certainly weak, pathetic.
That eternal being felt the burning grow and grow inside of him. Not now only the thirst that would soon be satiated, but an anger at the apparent downfall of his people. For indeed, they were HIS people. He had taken the vampires to a place and status that would never have happened if not for his previous tenacities, his sheer determination, and his power.
Memories continued to flood into the near empty mind of the infernal darkness of the eternal beast, and as memories came, so did further anger, as his awareness grew. Finally one thing, a single word, one of most significance, siphoned its way through, and it shone like a beacon in the blackest of midnights.
Ravinter.
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Lord Saladin on Mon Oct 01, 2007 1:09 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Please tell me now what life is, Please tell me now what love is... Again, tell me what life is.
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