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Prologue
Cheddar, England 1995.
Churches are usually considered to be places of reflection and sanctuary. People generally go there for the specific reasons of absolving their guilt, and finding peace with who they are. Those holy houses have a particular aura depending on the person entering one; it can be an aura of peace, predictability, or even condemnation.
This particular House of God had an aura of death. If one had entered Cheddar's lonely church, all they would see would be blood. Blood on the walls, blood on the ceiling, blood on the floor. Even the altar was desecrated with the foul-smelling stuff. The silence was nearly suffocating, not a sound was to be heard; it was an unnatural quiet. With the viscous liquid covering everything, there should have at least been the sound of it dripping.
The unusual quiet was abruptly shattered when a sudden explosion covered the bloodstained church with a fog of grey dust, obscuring everything from view. The intricately carved wooden doors were flung open, smashing against the outer walls, and the stifling stone dust flew out into the night air. A hazy figure stood lazily on the front steps, seemingly ignorant of the entrails, blood, and debris surrounding it. The being raised its hand and simply looked at it, as if it was unsure that it was supposed to be attached. Intense, rust-colored eyes raised themselves to the resplendent moon, their depths utterly unreadable. The creature inhaled deeply, and then exhaled, savoring the taste of complete and total disarray. It dropped its appendage and lazily stretched its spine, the resulting pops sounding like he was breaking it instead of aligning it.
'What a beautiful night' it thought, as it unknowingly echoed another being in the area. A small puff of dust was barely visible as the creature slid its foot forward, the ensuing sound echoing slightly through the immediate area. A sudden gust of cold wind blew the dust away, abruptly revealing the slim figure of a man with long, dark hair. Lazily slumping in what seemed to be drowsiness, the man yawned wide, his pearlescent canines considerably longer than a human's. Hanging his head, the creature absently rubbed his neck as if it was sore, his long and slender fingers gliding over the tight muscles.
Out of the recently settled quiet, loud and piercing gunshots rang out from the dead-looking forest. The creature's fingers slowly left his neck as he gradually lifted his head towards the source of the gunfire. Instead of curiosity gracing his inhuman features, concentration dominated his expression as he sniffed the iron-scented air. Momentarily he froze as he presumably caught the scent that had so intrigued him. For a long moment the only hint of what he was thinking was the small frown that adorned his moonlit face. Then, ever so slowly, his pristine teeth were bared in a predatory grin.
'So. My absent lover remains.'
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A bloodstained church lies on the borders of a small, rural village. It was once used as a house of worship, yet now its remnants confess to the sins that had been contained within it. There was not a wall that was free from the red, viscous liquid that drenched the church's insides. A thick layer of stone dust covered the gore, a testament to the explosion that had occurred but moments ago. From the splintered doors hanging by their hinges, the lean figure of a man could be seen slowly walking towards a desolate forest that seemed half dead, leaving behind the gore-covered church and an empty space beneath its destroyed altar.