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A blessing or a curse. That was his choice, but it had been for him before he could see, before he could hear, before he could think, before he was born. When fate had seemingly blessed his mother and father with the second of two immortal sons, bred between the purest lines and with the purest love, and the purest lust, it had failed to take into account that once he was born the choice would no longer be his to be either a blessing or a curse to his black and mighty people. They would demand him to be a blessing, for how could one that is so blessed be anything but a blessing? A Vampire born to further the pure lines that ascended into the ages of Darkness where no story nor any memory could be gleamed save for perhaps from some long forgotten and Elder whom had long forgot?
It wasn't always this way that he had thought. Just a year earlier he had passed from the age of child to that of adult. He had grown up then too and ceased to become the violently pure and terrifyingly strong seedling he'd once been. However those memories had not entirely disappeared. Living in the Caves of Time and more spacious Gardens of Eden behind the massive city of Ruimstad had been an entirely enjoyable time. There were no rules, and no real boundaries to his life then. Just himself, his sister, and all of the other few children of Darkness. It was a time to play and learn. How best to kill the wolves? How best to seduce the one you desire? In what way can you win the hearts and minds of others without destroying your identity? A society purely and purely instinctual led to the development of physical and mental skills that far surpassed those of their parents that he would meet later on during his growing years.
Juro Onnistus nervously twisted both hands in opposite directions upon the hilt of his sword.
He was not nervous. Nerves implied fear which implied weakness. He had none. Impatience, however, he had much of and while impatience was a weakness in the Courts of Ruimstad where he now stood it was not something that would be beaten out of him like being nervous. Being only a year and some months removed from his conversion from 'animal-child' to 'thinking-adult' he was allowed some room to grow as the traits of his youth wore and the unstoppable force of Time wore upon his body, mind, and soul. Indeed it was common for so recently turned Vampires to retain their many strongest emotions and habits far into their older years. Often it was made them more, or less successful then their elder Vampires. Where one Vampire might not have seized an initiative to punish the puny humans, his younger council might do just that and in return be rewarded by the Council for his actions. Killing humans, even for no reason, was always a deed that went rewarded rather then punished. They were plentiful, and bred too quickly for their Masters anyways.
Juro was impatient to begin.
The rumors had not stopped since after his elder sister had left her youth behind to this point a year and some months removed from Juro's own transformation from pure darkness to wispy smoke. Rumors of a light people. Another race, a new breed, stronger than the humans and cursed with the sun as their life force rather then the darkness. It was a strange curse that baffled many of the Vampires scholars, and as of yet the Elders had yet to be appraised of the situation.
He was being called to serve with the others in defense of the Council and their world. While no real threat had been perceived or made by these 'light folk' their weapons and abilities had been observed from a distance and from the shadow. The Council was concerned that if the light-folk made contact with the humans that a massive rebellion could be born of it. In order to prevent this from happening Juro and his comrades were to keep the light-folk contained, but they were to remain unseen until the Council could assemble it's power and meet the new breed face-to-face.
Once he was called in to the Council he breathed easier and his body relaxed as it was trained to among the politicians and powerful Lords, Ladies, and Elders that were present. The Elders watched from their massive couches of comfortable pillows as young priestesses serviced their every whim and desire in order to keep them from loosing interest and taking back to the skies. Which they could do in an instant from this, the main Court of the Council. It was shaped like an egg, save that the top was a jagged opening where some giant beast had cleaved a hole through the shell. It was there that dark clouds furled and lightning crashed, yet no rain fell. It was said that this was where the souls of the dead flew to once departing the body of their dark host; in order to keep the cursed sun from desecrating the many tombs which were embedded in the mountains of surround about Ruimstad. The wicked effect was frightening to anyone not of the Dark Children, for at times the ghostly wail of a pained spirit would howl at the Council below and beg release from it's torment among the skies as the sun beat upon it's head.
"Juro Onnistus of the Kurai. You have been named blessing to your people. You are chosen for some great reason to lead the Children of Darkness into the light of the Elves." Now Zumorito Hiroshi, the great orator and head of the Council turned in reverence to the Elders and bowed. "Masters of Time and Age. Thank you for your council, for indeed these light-people call themselves the Elves. They once ruled this world with their Light, but long ago it fell from their hands into those of men. The puny, the weak, and yet now they return to claim what we have rightfully taken! I have summoned the army, and our Master Elders have some pledged their joining in the slaughter once it has begun!"
At this a great cheer rang up.
"Now. Juro Onnistus your honor will be upon the front. Take with you the band of Kurai and stop these cursed, Light Elves, from moving an inch closer to our human subjects. No longer will you hide in darkness. Should they entreat you to speak with them, speak not! But listen carefully, and observe their numbers. You will be the first to make contact with them, and I am sure..."
The pause had the room leaning forward from their chairs. A deadly glint came over Zumorito's blood red eyes; a hint of the blood-lust that always lurked beneath the surface of the Children of Darkness.
"... The last to meet their eyes."
-
The stench was horribly strange near the encampment of Elves. These Light-people were an abomination, and their smell was overpowering for Juro who had cut off his shirt and sliced it in lengths to wrap about his face. Leaving room for only his eyes and allowing his creamy white body to glow in the bright moonlight. His sword was balanced lightly across his should with each of his hands holding it there on either sides. The sharp blade bit, but did not open his strong skin and the leather upon his other creaked only when he squeezed. Both of his yellow eyes watched the Elves encampment from his place high up among the trees. None of his fellow Kurai were visible; only he alone would obey the Council's orders in this respect he had decided. Too many of his fierce warriors would doubtlessly enrage the Light-people to warfare and as of yet he had not completed his mission and counted their number. As his eyes twitched and blazed over the enlightened camp he counted, yes, and he learned.
But something was amiss. Something in the air. The smell of Light was horrible, but the smell of these... Elves, was not. It was, but it was not. At first he would have turned away, but the longer the vapors traveled to his keen nose; even through the shirt, the more he wanted to... Taste it. Taste them. Lying underneath their fair, deeply sunbathed skin there was something sweeter then anything he could possibly imagine. He knew it, and he was sure of it, so sure that he would try it.
There was no fear in him as he approached the first line of sentinels. Nothing to smell or even feel. Not a single emotion rippled from his soul. Darkness, emptiness, this was what he was trained to do as he slipped through the first line. Until the blood was unleashed there would be absolutely nothing to give way. The werewolves could feel just as well as they could smell and hear, and often it was just a feeling that would give away an attack and ruin the raid. So now as Juro traveled by nothing, he slipped between the second line of sentinels. Not wanting to give way his position before the time was ripe. Strangely, he could make out all of the conversation around him; some words differed, but the roots and origins between his language and that of these Elves were the same.
As he drew closer he realized that something was wrong. His head, hurt. His fingers, tingled. His body ached. Something was very wrong indeed. It was as if he was in the sun, but there was no sun!
Pain!
No!
The emotion slipped from him like water through fingers, and immediately the whole camp was alive with sweetly melodic horns. With firm resolve Juro closed his emotions and darted deeper into the darkness. Away from the camp. He would not be able to do this alone, or at least not within the camp of such a Light-infested camp. He would need to find them alone, or draw them from their comfortable couches, but that did not seem likely now that they were as active as bees and buzzing angrily for his intrusion. So instead he waited, once again perched up on the tree. His bluish white skin standing out against the deep green of the tree top as he watched... And waited...
It wasn't always this way that he had thought. Just a year earlier he had passed from the age of child to that of adult. He had grown up then too and ceased to become the violently pure and terrifyingly strong seedling he'd once been. However those memories had not entirely disappeared. Living in the Caves of Time and more spacious Gardens of Eden behind the massive city of Ruimstad had been an entirely enjoyable time. There were no rules, and no real boundaries to his life then. Just himself, his sister, and all of the other few children of Darkness. It was a time to play and learn. How best to kill the wolves? How best to seduce the one you desire? In what way can you win the hearts and minds of others without destroying your identity? A society purely and purely instinctual led to the development of physical and mental skills that far surpassed those of their parents that he would meet later on during his growing years.
Juro Onnistus nervously twisted both hands in opposite directions upon the hilt of his sword.
He was not nervous. Nerves implied fear which implied weakness. He had none. Impatience, however, he had much of and while impatience was a weakness in the Courts of Ruimstad where he now stood it was not something that would be beaten out of him like being nervous. Being only a year and some months removed from his conversion from 'animal-child' to 'thinking-adult' he was allowed some room to grow as the traits of his youth wore and the unstoppable force of Time wore upon his body, mind, and soul. Indeed it was common for so recently turned Vampires to retain their many strongest emotions and habits far into their older years. Often it was made them more, or less successful then their elder Vampires. Where one Vampire might not have seized an initiative to punish the puny humans, his younger council might do just that and in return be rewarded by the Council for his actions. Killing humans, even for no reason, was always a deed that went rewarded rather then punished. They were plentiful, and bred too quickly for their Masters anyways.
Juro was impatient to begin.
The rumors had not stopped since after his elder sister had left her youth behind to this point a year and some months removed from Juro's own transformation from pure darkness to wispy smoke. Rumors of a light people. Another race, a new breed, stronger than the humans and cursed with the sun as their life force rather then the darkness. It was a strange curse that baffled many of the Vampires scholars, and as of yet the Elders had yet to be appraised of the situation.
He was being called to serve with the others in defense of the Council and their world. While no real threat had been perceived or made by these 'light folk' their weapons and abilities had been observed from a distance and from the shadow. The Council was concerned that if the light-folk made contact with the humans that a massive rebellion could be born of it. In order to prevent this from happening Juro and his comrades were to keep the light-folk contained, but they were to remain unseen until the Council could assemble it's power and meet the new breed face-to-face.
Once he was called in to the Council he breathed easier and his body relaxed as it was trained to among the politicians and powerful Lords, Ladies, and Elders that were present. The Elders watched from their massive couches of comfortable pillows as young priestesses serviced their every whim and desire in order to keep them from loosing interest and taking back to the skies. Which they could do in an instant from this, the main Court of the Council. It was shaped like an egg, save that the top was a jagged opening where some giant beast had cleaved a hole through the shell. It was there that dark clouds furled and lightning crashed, yet no rain fell. It was said that this was where the souls of the dead flew to once departing the body of their dark host; in order to keep the cursed sun from desecrating the many tombs which were embedded in the mountains of surround about Ruimstad. The wicked effect was frightening to anyone not of the Dark Children, for at times the ghostly wail of a pained spirit would howl at the Council below and beg release from it's torment among the skies as the sun beat upon it's head.
"Juro Onnistus of the Kurai. You have been named blessing to your people. You are chosen for some great reason to lead the Children of Darkness into the light of the Elves." Now Zumorito Hiroshi, the great orator and head of the Council turned in reverence to the Elders and bowed. "Masters of Time and Age. Thank you for your council, for indeed these light-people call themselves the Elves. They once ruled this world with their Light, but long ago it fell from their hands into those of men. The puny, the weak, and yet now they return to claim what we have rightfully taken! I have summoned the army, and our Master Elders have some pledged their joining in the slaughter once it has begun!"
At this a great cheer rang up.
"Now. Juro Onnistus your honor will be upon the front. Take with you the band of Kurai and stop these cursed, Light Elves, from moving an inch closer to our human subjects. No longer will you hide in darkness. Should they entreat you to speak with them, speak not! But listen carefully, and observe their numbers. You will be the first to make contact with them, and I am sure..."
The pause had the room leaning forward from their chairs. A deadly glint came over Zumorito's blood red eyes; a hint of the blood-lust that always lurked beneath the surface of the Children of Darkness.
"... The last to meet their eyes."
-
The stench was horribly strange near the encampment of Elves. These Light-people were an abomination, and their smell was overpowering for Juro who had cut off his shirt and sliced it in lengths to wrap about his face. Leaving room for only his eyes and allowing his creamy white body to glow in the bright moonlight. His sword was balanced lightly across his should with each of his hands holding it there on either sides. The sharp blade bit, but did not open his strong skin and the leather upon his other creaked only when he squeezed. Both of his yellow eyes watched the Elves encampment from his place high up among the trees. None of his fellow Kurai were visible; only he alone would obey the Council's orders in this respect he had decided. Too many of his fierce warriors would doubtlessly enrage the Light-people to warfare and as of yet he had not completed his mission and counted their number. As his eyes twitched and blazed over the enlightened camp he counted, yes, and he learned.
But something was amiss. Something in the air. The smell of Light was horrible, but the smell of these... Elves, was not. It was, but it was not. At first he would have turned away, but the longer the vapors traveled to his keen nose; even through the shirt, the more he wanted to... Taste it. Taste them. Lying underneath their fair, deeply sunbathed skin there was something sweeter then anything he could possibly imagine. He knew it, and he was sure of it, so sure that he would try it.
There was no fear in him as he approached the first line of sentinels. Nothing to smell or even feel. Not a single emotion rippled from his soul. Darkness, emptiness, this was what he was trained to do as he slipped through the first line. Until the blood was unleashed there would be absolutely nothing to give way. The werewolves could feel just as well as they could smell and hear, and often it was just a feeling that would give away an attack and ruin the raid. So now as Juro traveled by nothing, he slipped between the second line of sentinels. Not wanting to give way his position before the time was ripe. Strangely, he could make out all of the conversation around him; some words differed, but the roots and origins between his language and that of these Elves were the same.
As he drew closer he realized that something was wrong. His head, hurt. His fingers, tingled. His body ached. Something was very wrong indeed. It was as if he was in the sun, but there was no sun!
Pain!
No!
The emotion slipped from him like water through fingers, and immediately the whole camp was alive with sweetly melodic horns. With firm resolve Juro closed his emotions and darted deeper into the darkness. Away from the camp. He would not be able to do this alone, or at least not within the camp of such a Light-infested camp. He would need to find them alone, or draw them from their comfortable couches, but that did not seem likely now that they were as active as bees and buzzing angrily for his intrusion. So instead he waited, once again perched up on the tree. His bluish white skin standing out against the deep green of the tree top as he watched... And waited...