Help, quick, there's trouble in Kiesan! Aug 15, 2012 21:31:40 GMT -5
Post by The Santach on Aug 15, 2012 21:31:40 GMT -5
A young man was walking through the streets of Krymo Zahrada, wholly aware of everything that went on around him. He saw the young children playing tag or hide-and-go-seek in the bazaar, angering the fruit and fish stand merchants who desperately tried to sell their goods quickly before the oxygen got to their freshness. He heard the cry of the circling crows and the lone vulture, indicating a dead corpse somewhere in the residential district of the city, one the guards must not have been aware of, one that must still be warm with life, despite its absence. And most importantly, he noticed the terrible burning of the sun that never sets in the summers of Kiesan. He walked quickly, but the longer he was out in the sunlight, the more he could feel himself being weakened, burned alive, cooked from the outside in.
Soon, the pain was overwhelming. But his destination... It was only a few meters away! Three, four, maybe five. Unfortunately, his vision was becoming blurred. His sense of hearing was shot, with the exception of a terrible ringing pitch in his ear. His feet and hands grew numb with the faintest feeling of pins and needles, and this numbness crawled up his limbs to feed on his core. He would not survive today. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
It seemed as though someone heard his prayer, because with a ripping sound that was reminiscent of blaring thunder, a blackness swallowed the sun whole, leaving just a shred of light to illuminate the lively city. The young man could feel his health recovering already.
The first sense he regained was his hearing. Women screamed, children whispered to their friends and cried out in fear, and men yelled out about prophecies of the black sun. Afterward, he regained his sight. The people of Krymo Zahrada had all stopped dead in their tracks to stare at the sky, pointing at the black circle against the dark grey dreariness of storm clouds and an eerie fire of crimson red that surrounded the black sun. The entire city was blanketed with a red sheet of bloody light.
The recovering man felt more power, standing tall and soaking in the mysterious light. It was strange. It was the same feeling that erupted within every muscle in his body when he feasted on the blood of man. Could it be ... A divine interference?
Yes, yes it could.
Orphaas, the Selfish Lord of vampires, descended from the sky at a controlled rate. He took the form of a hideous beast, humanoid in features with bulging muscles, dragon-like claws and feet, and terrible bat-like wings that carried him against the will of gravity. His face was with a horrible, permanent scowl and the knitted eyebrows of wrath, and threatening fangs jutted out of his mouth, thirsty for blood.
Without a word, the Selfish Lord landed on a random building, perhaps a shop of some sort, and glanced upon the mortals who cowered in his presence, fearing for their lives. Orphaas raised a hand, forming a crimson ball of his divine magic, and sent it flying at a resident's house. Nothing happened at first, but some sort of spacial implosion made a foreign noise, followed by a mere half-second of silence, and then an unholy, extremely rapid explosion. The shrapnel flew in all directions at impeccable speeds, slicing through any unfortunate human who stood in the path of the flying shards of ice, wood, and stone. Whatever was left of the house now sat aflame, and the wicked screams of the home's residents pierced the air as they ran from their dying house, swallowed by the sinful flames of the selfishly divine.
Now the mortals began to flee in terror, desperately gathering their children and their wives and taking to shelter in hopes of saving their petty lives.
The ones who didn't move instead glowed with a crimson aura, touched by Orphaas as his special children. Vampires. The young man who was so close to dying was one of them. He surged with power, feeling a fraction of the divine strength that Orphaas possessed. He felt unstoppable.
Bats soon rained from the sky, but they were not normal bats. They were monstrous, the size of a wolf, and they had the wretched, bloodsucking fangs of vampires as well as talons as sharp as an eagle's, seizing the people of Krymo Zahrada and sucking up their life essence with mere magic before dropping their empty corpses to the ground.
Gargoyles followed the paths of the bats, bigger than man, landing and murdering the unfortunate souls who happened to be intercepted on their way to safety.
Finally, Orphaas unleashed his hellhounds whose flesh hung loosely from exposed muscle and bone. The only thing in common with these dogs was their size, their fangs, their glowing red eyes, and their thirst for blood. The skin and muscle from their faces was almost completely gone, too, revealing just a canine skull with eye sockets that held blood-red orbs. The Selfish Lord sent down rain that, upon contact with living tissue, burned like sulfuric acid, though the undead vampires of Krymo Zahrada remained untouched. It was an unfortunate day for the people of this cold kingdom.