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One might ask why this holocaust ever came about in the first place. Well, it quite simply started with love. For love is the purest form of chaos, and from it came the darkest sort of destruction the world had ever faced. For one man, it started out as nothing more then himself and a strange, but beautiful women. He and her, they fell for each other, and they both fell hard. After five months they already had joined hands in marriage and it was then that the man began to truly learn the secrets of his significant other. For she had always draped herself in public with a dark shawl and glasses but he had never thought much of it until it began to puzzle him as to why she did so to even simply go outside to fetch the mail. After another month things began to get terribly strange as she left and did not come back for hours in the night. Soon questions arose and mild but frustrated arguments brought to the surface what the women had never meant to tell. She was, a vampire. As she had not expected, their love was stronger then the secret, and they remained together, secrets no longer stretching them apart
The village, sadly did not have that connection and as years passed by and the women showed no signs of age, their superstitious, though correct minds began to prosecute her. That cold December, she was taken away by a mob...stolen from her own home and forced out into the sun where it burnt at her flesh and exposed her to the world. With their assumptions proven they dragged her to a pole and tied her there, and at her feet they laid piles of wood and soaked them in gasoline. Her screams roared high over the crowd, a piercing shriek of fear and remorse. Her lover was not there, he had gone out to hunt and as he was far off, he heard the sounds of her pain and the now present chanting of the mob. His feet could never move him swift enough, for the time he reached her, there was nothing more then a cindered pole and ash. Falling to his knees he swore revenge, but what could a single mortal man do?
Fleeing his village for his own life, after being named a man of the devil he hid himself away in the forest where he cried out for those kin to his love, for she had told him the others like herself reserved them selves to this forest, feeding off animals. Two days passed before a man came before him, the brother it seemed. He offered him two choices, for a quick and painless death of mercy, or to become one of them. The options both were enticing, on one hand he could rejoin his love in the afterlife without having to take his own life, on the second hand he could gain immortal power and avenge her. Time passed quickly as his decision rooted itself into his core and consumed him into a spirit of pure anger. He chose revenge. The brother changed him then, it was quick but not entirely painless. After it was done, and the thirst quickly became his primary thought he flew through the forest and into the village where he massacred each and every soul there, man..women..and child. He had never meant to inflict so much horror but once he had started he could not stop, the thirst was uncontrollable. Once the village ceased to exist he disappeared and few if none know where he ever went.
His acts did not go forgotten otherwise. Soon the other vampires had heard of his slaughter and in turn decided they had hid long enough and they reaped war over the world, against the pitiful mortals they had despised for so long. The humans stood no chance against their magnificent strength and soon their species dwindled and those remaining had been captured and put into camps like animals being lined for slaughter. As time passed the vampires realized they were foolishly eliminating their most prized source of food. Two of them, leaders of two of the three covens got together and proposed a truce. Adda Harply, and Aidan Viktor Valantin. The truce gave freedom back to the humans, or..partially. They were all transported to the largest island in the world, Greenland. There their species were allowed to rebuild but to never leave the island to infect the rest of the world with their waste. One coven, the last of the three, by a man known as Mortimer Draven did not agree to the truce but simply gave his signature by means of peace, since he did not want the other covens to turn against him. A man of mystery little is known of him, but that he is the darkest of his species, him and his coven are those that crave the sweet intoxicating blood of humans.
Now the vampires control the world, having destroyed technology, they have begun to clean the world of its disgusting pollution. They are in no need of chemicals and vaccines, and the world can finally begin to be cleansed of worlds faults. Ironic that the world might be saved by the monsters of the night. Or will they simply be the next generation of pestilence.
| Rated R | All levels allowed | Vampire/Human RPG | Jan. 2009 (C) Fayrii, Dogs, Nook |
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