Vampiric Awakening
You where there when the stormed the castle. When the Church's Hunters had come for you and your small vampiric coven. The breach of the gates was not done by stealth, but by a mob of men and women that where had whipped up into a frenzy by the Church's fire and brimstone sermons. Your spawn were strong, noble and hungry but against overwhelming odds even they were felled. As the fighting reached the Great Hall, you had donned your armor and held your sword. Ready to show these Hunters what it meant to face a Vampire Lord in his home. As you stood with your closest vassals, the walls exploded in. The Church had come with the very Sciences that they decried. Cannons used to tear your walls down. As the noise and smoke cleared, you stood alone. Your dark forces being put to the blade and flame. As you gathered yourself to face this mortals...a spear of pure silver lanced out. Pain like ice blossomed in your side. Your body freezing tense in place. As the silver did it's work, the Head Hunter approached. Silver helm gleaming in the moonlight
As the silver's purity pumped into your body, you felt everything grow sluggish. Stiff and limp. And the last thing your red eyes saw before succumbing to languor was your castle put to the torch.
You do not know how long you have been in the darkness. Time held no meaning in your dreamless torpor. But after what felt like eons, something touched your lips. Faint, barely there, like a promise of the life force you crave. But it was there. It was barely a drop, but it was enough to have your eyes crack open. The space around you was unknown. Tall marble pillars, a polished floor, it was so alien and yet...the sweet smell of life drew further from slumber. You could see your desecrated reflection barely in the glass that surrounded you. And still the hunger called
Your time is at an end, Vampyre,His voice spit out
Now? You shall be a symbol to all Creatures of Hell that Mankind will not bow.
As the silver's purity pumped into your body, you felt everything grow sluggish. Stiff and limp. And the last thing your red eyes saw before succumbing to languor was your castle put to the torch.
You do not know how long you have been in the darkness. Time held no meaning in your dreamless torpor. But after what felt like eons, something touched your lips. Faint, barely there, like a promise of the life force you crave. But it was there. It was barely a drop, but it was enough to have your eyes crack open. The space around you was unknown. Tall marble pillars, a polished floor, it was so alien and yet...the sweet smell of life drew further from slumber. You could see your desecrated reflection barely in the glass that surrounded you. And still the hunger called
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