Posts by Wraithblade6

"Nothing my lord. Only that you are king."

Damien scowled. "I came here on your behalf, Roarke. I don't need anything, and apparently, you don't either."

(will post later tonight I believe. Sorry.)

"All is well my lord. I assure you. I am merely contemplating the situation." Damien had been reading Mirada as much as Dracula had. Her reaction to her new life was of lethal importance, and Damien did not want to lose his firstborn to his master's disapproval.

He spoke to her. "If you want to scream at anyone, Miranda, it should be at me. I turned you. I am the one who took your life and made you one of us. It was my choice to remake you, because I wanted you to be with me. Any quarrel you may have, is with me, and as far as Dracula is concerned, I am responsible for your actions." Damien touched his fingers to a goblet on the table, watching the empty glass sparkle. "It is true that you must drink mortal blood to sustain yourself. You must feed, but you do not have to kill." He looked in her eyes as he said this, paying no mind to whether or not Dracula approved of this simple solution. "But if you refrain too long, you won't be able to avoid killing, as the thirst will grow strong enough to overpower your will." He sighed and closed his eyes, remembering what Dracula had done to him after he had been turned. Damien knew now was not the time to recount horrid tales, but he had experienced the results of starvation firsthand. "The time of the reign of vampires is just beginning, Miranda, and you are now a member of the ruling class. Do not feel shame or regret. Open your eyes and see the humans for what they are: a swirling mass of hatred and envy. Their population has spewed over the world like a disease, poisoning the planet and killing every non-human creature in their way. All that is happening is destined. We have a purpose."

(thread dead?)

Damien cut in. "I wouldn't be too quick to hold to those conclusions, Miranda, nor is everything I said the sum total of the full story. I suggest you be open to reconsidering some of those notions, but I will not claim to have all the answers."

Damien smirked. He had been far, far worse than Miranda: chained, vengeful, suicidal. It wasn't until after he first fed, so carnal and uncontrolled in his thirst, that Damien could begin to be coherent.

"It was... a difficult time for me, master."

Damien almost protested, but didn't. Maybe there was something the vampire king knew about raising a new fledgling that Damien didn't. Perhaps suffering somehow made them stronger, able to survive the mental strain... or accept their new life. He stood up and bowed as Dracula left, then turned back to Miranda. "I'm sorry Miranda. It appears this is going to be a trial for you."

Damien stood looking at her for a moment and exhaled a long sigh. He knew what she was thinking. "Circumstances were different for me. I lost a battle I wasn't supposed to lose, and I couldn't accept it. I was turned against my will, and I rebelled. Being dominated by bloodthirst taught me that I could not deny my new nature. After months of binding me, tormenting me, Dracula released me on my former allies... and I slaughtered them. I submitted after that."

"However, that was centuries ago and not your story. I suggest that both of us take the time to become familiar with the castle, but first, I am going to feed. You may accompany me if you like."

"There are easier ways." Damien folded his hands behind him. "There are humans who inhabit this castle.

"I'll see if I can't get him to change his mind. It does happen. ... he knows you can't hold out forever."

The castle was enormous and beautiful. The two vampires passed through grand, opulent rooms and sections: the library, the ballroom, a room dedicated to martial combat, an alchemy laboratory, stables, an immense kitchen... Everything was bathed in magic. The books floated, ghosts wandered freely, portraits spoke, and piano's played by themselves. Even Damien turned his head as they passed, looking in wonder at all he had forgotten. Eventually, they came upon a dark church.

Damien pushed the large wooden door open and entered like a common human. "This part, I remember better than others, Miranda. Here, you will learn something of humans that you may never have imagined. This is where the cult of the vampire worshipers resides." As they walked in, they could see a shallow pit in the middle of the main room. A black-robed priestess was leading the many followers down below, a sacrifice of blood was to be made on the alter in the center. There was chanting and orating, with several of the humans kneeling or prostrating themselves.

Damien looked over the ledge, and upon seeing him, the entire congregation turned to bow down.

Damien reached down to hold Miranda's hand.

(Alright I'm back. I got sucked into playing Diablo for a while. lol I'll make a post.)

He squeezed her hand but a moment. His askance glance at Miranda switching to the congregation before them. He knew she felt disgust and rage, and possibly even shame at her former race for any of them to partake in such worship. "I once had the same thought." Damien stared forward, revelaing no emotion. "What you are about to see is an act of submission. Mine." He released her hand and started forward. Her sense of loss and consternation at his leaving her there did not escape his senses, but this was something that had to be done... something she had to witness.

Long black hair trailing down his backside, Damien descended the steps into the lower part of the room. The humans there stood and parted for him, bowing and staring in awe. They surrounded him and made a wide circular clearing as he approached the high priestess. The priestess raised a hand in signal, and three youthful females were ushered forward. They were each dressed scantily, but lavishly. They were trembling, fearful, but at the same time eager. This was something they had prepared for, a most sacred rite in their cult. Damien looked at each of them, the high priestess also walking around them, seeing that they were each up to expectation.

"Take their lives if you wish, Master. They are willing sacrifices for you." The priestess said.

Damien did not answer, but finally chose the middle girl, opening his hand for her to take it. As the girl reached out, the room filled with the sound of tamborines shaking. Damien pulled her close in a gentlemanly fashion, and dismissed the others with a gesture. He looked into her eyes, turning his back to the others and facing toward where Miranda was still watching. The girl was practically still a child. She had blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and soft round cheeks that were delightfully flushed. Damien moved slowly and carefully. His prey kept still, anxious like a young doe, heart beating fast. The priestess turned her attention to the crowd, lifting her hands, and a chat began to rise up. She called over them words that echoed their dark faith and will toward death. The blonde bared her neck and Damien, his fangs. She cried once as he bit down in the exact location, his hold unbreakable.

Damien let the power of the dark gift overtake him, seizing control of his body, commanding him. He held the human girl mercilessly as he drank, and she fell into unconsciousness. The thirst for blood was too strong, but Damien did not resist it. He relinquished his will as the blood rewarded him with ecstacy and life. The power of Dracula's vampire thirst was utterly dominating, forcing Damien figuratively to his knees in servitude. He drank without intention to rebell.

In only a few moments, in a move that seemed like a bargain with the devil, Damien ceased his drain of the poor child. She was weak, but alive. With aid, she would continue to live. Several of the other vampire-worshippers ran up to take her away. In ceremony, they lifted her body and took her away to an alter where their rituals would continue. she was now considered one of their most sacred, chosen, and destined for priesthood herself. Damien cleaned his lips with a cloth, and left from amid the humans.
Again, he looked to Miranda, to see her face. He said to her, "You may tell me that I am your enemy, but I am not. You can choose to spend three centuries figuring out who you are and what is "right" and "just" in this world, or you can open your mind to a broader definition of reality, a deeper understanding. Do not be afraid. come, and see what is truth."

(What's a vampire queen like?)

Damien rested his hand on the railing a little down from hers and watched her for a moment. "You don't have to kill if you don't want to, Miranda. We are dependent on the humans, and there's no shame in showing them gratitude. Lord Dracula may think differently, but I believe that vampires exist for a reason...." Damien stopped. He heard the familiar deep voice chuckling in his mind.

◐ Damien ◕ Mithais ◙ Varomere

Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Personality: Honorable, observant, patient, fatalistic, honest, intent.
coven: Unknown
Master/servant: ...domestic?
What are you?: Stray vampire.
Sexuality: Either
Spouse/Boyfriend/girlfriend: None.
Basic history: Awoke after a long sleep to find the world very different from what he remembered.
Family: None alive.
Thoughts on vampires: They are not to be slaves.
Other: quoth the raven nevermore

In a world shared by vampires and humans, the boundaries between Earth and Hell are breaking. Little by little, demons are breaking through to vent their hatred on all life on this planet. Their master, Satan himself, leers from his realm, biding his time to cross dimensions and finally destroy everything that we know. The demon attacks are becoming more frequent. Humans are becoming more wary that something is wrong, blaming the attacks on the vampires in their confusion. Humans are so easily ruled by fear...

The truth is mortals are ill-equipped in mind and body to face the end of days. The world's only hope for survival rests with the few, the chosen, the hunted.

Vampires.

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Rules:

Be whatever you want. I expect humans, vampires, and possibly a few demons. if you want to play a werewolf, ok fine, but obviously no unicorns, dragons, and pink bunnies. The world is... kind of half way between modern and mideval; different in different parts.

It had taken a bit of doing to disguise himself, but covered in a coat and hat as he was, nobody could say anything different about him. Damien walked the streets of a big city, gathering information from the human population.

"Vampire hunters wanted. Benefits negotiable. Inquire within." A posted banner read on the side of a building. Damien decided this would be a good place for his stake out.