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Among the Dark Things

Coven Palace

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a part of Among the Dark Things, by WriteLive.

The ruling Pair's home

WriteLive holds sovereignty over Coven Palace, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Vampires, mostly nobles, spend the majority of their time in or near the giant mansion that is the Palace, trying to become the favorites of the ruling Pair. The heirs also live here.
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Coven Palace

The ruling Pair's home

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Coven Palace is a part of Modern Nightscape.


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Character Portrait: Remiel Serafino Character Portrait: Michael Serafino Character Portrait: Aleara-Rayn hart Character Portrait: Letta Merle
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Times are changing. Gone are much of the forests, the clear rivers, the shining blue of the ocean. Gone now are the simple days where hunting meant survival, where the failure to do so meant death. Now is the era where technology and money rule. No longer are the immortals feared--at least by most. They are fantasized about, romanticized. Much of it is popular, but fictitious. The immortals are more vulnerable--and yet far stronger-- than ever. War is coming to the Race of Races.

Are you prepared? Which "side" do you pledge yourself to?


Michael -- 100 years ago(give or take)
Michael hummed to himself as he walked home, cheerful with a beautiful raven haired maiden wrapped around his arm. One of the girls serving drinks at the tavern he worked for; the plan was to take her home, meet up with his brother, walk with him until their paths parted for the night. Then get some sleep to prepare for the next night.
She's cute, he thought as he watched her walk through her door, But not what I'm looking for... He ran a hand through his hair, walking along with his eyes closed, the thin wire frames of his lenses in one hand. He didn't have to see his brother Remiel to know exactly where he was. There was a faint tug toward him in his mind--that and the fact the two met in the exact same spot almost every night. Everything was so normal as they began their way home...
That was the last "normal" thing about that night. Something grabbed him from behind, covering his mouth so quickly he dropped his glasses. Even if he could see, there was no time to react: pain shot through his ribs as a blade narrowly missed the critical spot, then through his neck, as though someone had stabbed him with a broken fork. His arms felt heavy, he was cold all over. He only vaguely saw a shape grab his brother in similar fashion as something was pressed to his lips; the sweet liquid was forced down his throat, but only for the first few gulps. After that, he had latched on, drinking deeply, for it was the only thing keeping him alive now....

Burning.... Something was burning.....


Michael--Present Day

Michael choked back a scream as he sat bolt upright, shoving his burning sheets off the bed onto the stone floor. Away from anything else that would catch, he coaxed the fire into dying down, every muscle trembling with the effort to control himself and get past the distraction. Without any conscious decision, he sought out his brother's mind, looking for some serenity, something to ground himself with. He glanced at the clock while he searched : two twenty-two. Lunchtime for mortals. Too early for him.
Once again, his past had ruined what should have been a good day's sleep. With a growl, he climbed out of bed, shoving his glasses so hard onto his face he cut the bridge of his nose. He stalked from his room, down the hall to his brother's, and sat in front of the door.

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The sun was coming over the horizon, it was hurting his eyes just to look at it. A burn was spreading over his chest and he knew Michael was being burned alive. He heaved through the ropes that had his arms and legs bound then rushed outside, moving in front of his brother in order to block the worst of the suns rays.
Burning, his back was burning and he knew he would die if stayed there much longer. He managed to make it back to the house, hauling them both inside to the blissful shade. A hand reached out slapped his face. The throbbing took a front seat, spreading from his head, cheek, and down his throat. A ringing rose in his ears, his vision turning red as the ache in his throat became the sole thought in his mind. He attacked whatever had slapped him, his fangs elongated to sink into the soft yielding flesh. His mind crushed any resistance that was felt coming from the creature he held; his prey falling obediently limp. The other prey did the same, staying still for him and not making a sound. There was so much red, it was warm, and soothing, his throat didn't hurt anymore, and it was sweet....so sweet...


Present Day

Remiel
tossed in his nightmare of the past. His brow furrowed in discomfort at the clouded and hazy memory. The sheets and bedding were rumpled and tangled around his sprawled body, his head underneath one of the plush pillows. He felt his brother's presence float alongside his own, the connection always calming them both, grounding them to the here and know. It took only a small amount of conscious thought to make sure that his brother wasn't prying. He never let that specific memory slip; not wanting Michael to know exactly what happened, though he knows what the end result was. Through their connection he could tell that his brother was agitated and outside the door.
With a groan and a glance at the clock he forced himself to his feet. It was too early to be moving but he went and opened the door, his hair a rats nest on top of his head and in front of his eyes. He pushed it out of the way and stepped aside for Michael. "Couldn't sleep again....?"

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"Couldn't sleep again?" Michael, now lying on his back and rubbing his head, looked up at his brother. The sleepy irritation was impossible to miss, but it was more that 'I just woke up' feeling than 'Really, again?'. At least, to Mike it was. Seeing those sleepy eyes and the messy bedhead his brother sported, he knew he'd been dreaming also, but knew better than to pry. He hated being shut off from Rem. He sat up again slowly.

"Ain't that the truth... I keep dreaming of our Turning, and the night the Pair brought us here... Haven't gotten a decent sleep in months. Hell, I almost turned myself into a bonfire again. We have to get out for a while. I don't care how far, how long. I can't stay locked up in a single place, Rem... Dresses and tailored suits and balls and fifteenth century politics--if I have to talk with one more of those ditzy Noble daughters with the attention span of a flea and the attractiveness of a goldfish I'll kill someone at the party. Just for a little chaos." His words only made half-sense to his ears, but they were nonetheless true: he was tired of this outdated version of order, and he had stopped paying attention to the court girls as he became more intrigued by the outside world. "Let's go to Bloodlust tonight. None of the Nobles would be seen in a modern place. They would think because they wouldn't, we wouldn't. It'd be peaceful--in comparison, at least..."

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He nodded in agreement to his brother. Everything that happened in the palace was so out of touch with the times that is was nearly smotheringly so. All of the born vampires are so uptight and lost in their ways he was surprised that they hadn't been discovered by the humans sooner.
"Yes...a bit of chaos would be welcomed. Doubt I could sit through another one of their structured parties..."
He shuddered at the thought of having to get into another one of the stifling suits that was specially made for him and having to dance with the Noble's daughters. A night at Bloodlust would be refreshing and energizing; plus he liked the modern style of things and gadgets that they had. He often snuck out and procured modern technology that he found interesting which he kept in his back room away from prying eyes that would take them away from him. He doubted even Michael knew everything he had in his little hideaway.
"Soon as the sun's down we can sneak out the back...skip out on whatever is planned for tonight, get some fresh, sweet blood... Want to spend the rest of the day in here?"

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Michael looked up at his twin, gratitude obvious--on his face, from their mental connection, and from his own ability. "If you don't mind, Brother..." A smile tugged at his lips as he changed his tone, a mockery of their "parents'" formal speech. He got up, forcing himself not to sway as he planted his feet, and bowed low. "I would be honored to keep you company." He glanced up through his bangs and winked, the relief still clear in his presence. He knew--as did his brother, although Michael refused to admit it--that every once in a while, he needed someone rather than was needed.

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Remiel chuckled at his brother's over dramatic bow and speech. He was well aware that they both hated and regularly made fun of the way their "parents" spoke and acted. It often gave him a headache to be in their presence for more than a few hours nowadays. He reached out a tussled his brother's hair; which he figured he would get grief about it. However, from the clear look of relief that was on Michael's face perhaps the reprimand won't be that bad. He smiled sleepily and stepped aside for him to come inside the dark room.
Whereas Michael had stone in his room to avoid spreading fire that he may cause, Remiel liked the softer things. He had rugs spread over the floor, well cushioned chairs and couches, and many plush pillows spread across the large bed. It was large enough to fit four so there was plenty of room for the two of them. He sat down on his side and yawned, running a hand through his hair to somewhat tame it. Why he bothered he didn't know, it was going to be messy again in an hour once he fell back to sleep anyway. He would worry about that later when they got ready to go. It was due time they got out of the house and did something normal for once.

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Michael frowned as Rem ruffled his hair, and waited for him to turn his back. He tackled his brother as he was fixing his hair, wrapped an arm around his neck, and ground his knuckles into the top of his head. In the couple times he had watched TV, he had seen this done among friends or brothers. Humans called it a "nuggie", or something like that. He didn't care what the term was; it was funny, watching his brother squirm. With a laugh, he let go. "Stop messing with my hair." He grinned as he said it to soften the words; he hated it, but he hated seeing--and feeling--Rem upset more. With a fanged smile he flopped onto the enormous, plush bed. He was envious of the softness his brother got to have; Michael was afraid of burning himself alive, but missed these comforts. With Remiel though, his nightmares stayed in the corners of his mind, keeping the curse/gift he had obtained Turning dormant. In his twin's presence, he could relax completely in the cushions.

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Remiel squirmed in his brother's grasp, his knuckles dragging across his skull and the arm around his neck kept him in place for the mild torture. The things called nuggies hurt and he thought of turning the tables and doing the same to Michael a few times; but he knew he would get pummeled instead. However, the look on his brother's face may be worth the try.
He smiles as Michael told him not to mess with his hair then proceeded to fall backwards over the plush pillows.
He knew that his brother rarely got to experience such soft luxuries on his own and only got relaxed enough to not burn anything when Remiel was around.
He stretched his arms over his head and plopped down onto the nest of a bed and pulled a pillow over his head for the remaining of the day.

Remiel could tell as soon as the sun had set because his body refused to stay asleep against his wishes. Once in awhile he could get himself to sleep for another hour or two but today it didn't feel like that was going to be a possibility. He sat up slowly so as not to wake Michael and made his way to his closet. It was filled with nothing but what their parents deemed was "proper" attire for court and their near constant lessons in etiquette and such.
He brushed them aside and went to the sliding panel door that was seamlessly against the back wall. This lead to his stash of modern clothing and in further was his private room of what TV told him would be labeled a "man cave". He had leather couches, a low table that had a few empty cans of soda and chip baggies, he managed to aquire a large TV, a radio and surround sound system, as well as a few knick knacks that he purchased.
For now he only picked out the clothes that they would need for their time out. They would need to blend in with the humans and not raise suspicion. He grabbed an outfit for himself and Michael then closed the panel. He went back to the bed and spread the clothes over his brother. "Rise and shine. If we wanna sneak out it better be soon."

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Michael

"....If we wanna sneak out it better be soon."

Michael groaned softly as the clothes were draped across his body, feeling around with clumsy paw-slams until he found his glasses. He shoved them onto his nose, made sure they weren't crooked, and sat up slowly. The dramatic move was very similar to the zombie-rising movement that Movie-Vamps did: Eyes fully open, the mind functioning perfectly but the body not quite responding. His throat burned, and his entire body ached. He hated using blood slaves or the nobles at the parties, and refused to drink bagged blood. Donors were tasty, but not nearly strong enough. He hadn't fed on anything fresh and afraid in a few weeks now, and his body longed for it.
He changed sluggishly, fumbling briefly with the charcoal dress shirt's shiny buttons. He reached for the tie, decided against it. instead, he went for something a little more casual. He kept all the buttons done though; he didn't want anyone seeing his burns. This somewhat limited his ability to dress in modern fashions; getting to wear black, torn jeans and a heavy pair of steel toed boots made everything worthwhile though. Going back to his room, he picked out a heavy steel chain with a compass rose pendant. The lovely bit of "costume jewelry" was his favorite, and didn't come at the price of the Royal gems. He wore it in place of the tie, the gray-on-black ensemble making his pale skin paler, his eyes brighter. He picked a jacket to match his eyes, just to attract a bit more color to his appearance. With a nod to his twin as he emerged, he headed down the servants' stairs, knowing they'd be asleep for easily another hour.

He was certainly ready to paint the town red tonight. Not that the humans would ever know.