Moonspell
Part 1 of ?
"Stel. don't be afraid. Look at yourself, Stel!" Ceylon said.
He looked down at his fledgling vampire form and recognized it with dawning horror as he realized he had just become the antithesis of all he'd stood for in his short life as a Serafan priest. Stel viewed Ceylon with his eyes widening in growing enragement and opened his mouth and said horrified, "What have you done to me, Ceylon!?"
"I wanted you to be back, I wanted you to be alive again, I-"
"/I/thought you were my friend, you son of a bitch!" Stel roared, swiping at Ceylon's pulsing jugular.
Ceylon stepped back, hissing, defensively crossing his arms over his face and neck to block Stel's vicious attack. "Fuck you! I did what I thought was right, and if you don't like that, you can fucking kiss my ass! I do not deserve your anger! You're alive again, Stel! Not cold in the grave!"
"How dare you, how dare you!" Stel yelled, his face contorted in primal rage. "You have the audacity to make such a decision for me? You've damned me, and yet you_try_to_defend_yourself? Did you think that I would enjoy this perversion that reeks from every cell of my being?! The corruption that I had fought so hard against, and now perversely represent!? How could you do this to me!?"
"I gave you the best fucking gift that I could! I give you your life again, and /you/ goddamn reject it!! This is my gift for you, I give you life!" Ceylon shouted, outraged, losing his coherency in his anger and fear. His body tense
"Life!? You call this foul mockery of existence my life!?"
"Yes, I /do!/ Embrace it, Stel! There's no need to harbor past sentiments!", pleaded Ceylon intensely.
"Sentiments!?" ,His voice broke to almost a horse cry, ".oh god.." Stel fell to his knees, overcome with emotion so fierce his amethyst eyes seemed to burst blue flares. His mouth dropped open to let out a roar of utter despair, and his vision clouded as he began to weep. Ceylon crept close to him and placed his clawed hand on his shoulder. Stel's head whipped towards Ceylon and looked up at him with wild, feverish eyes.
"Stel..." Ceylon began, gently.
Stel snapped his head back forward and jumped to his feet, snarling, grabbing Frostmourne from its sheath that was strapped onto his back. "Betrayer of the light!!", Stel hissed, glaring at Ceylon's pale, alarmed face.
"Stel, please! I don't want to fight you!" Ceylon cried, terrified at the prospect of having to kill his best friend.
"Your time has come, betrayer!", yelled Stel gutturally, swiping at Ceylon's chest with Frostmourne. Ceylon let out a stricken sob, knowing that fate did not agree with his plan. He fell backward onto the cold ground to avoid Frostmorne's bitter offensive, and looked beseechingly up at Stel's face.
"You avoid me, demon?! Justice has come!" Stel sneered as he stared at the defenseless figure cowering before him, raising the hilt of the blade two handedly upward behind his back, then growling a Serafan warcry as he tried to strong-arm the blade into Ceylon's undead chest.
Ceylon rolled to the side but was unable to completely avoid Stel's attack, and screeched in pain as he felt icy fire slide into his lower waist. A cold wind blew through the dark area. Frostmourne seemed to glow as its bearer smiled pridefully, a possessed look coming over his once noble features. "You will not make it out of this place alive, fiend!", he snarled arrogantly at Ceylon, whose face was twisted in pain as he fought for control of his body.
Ceylon screamed again in useless agony as Frostmourne cut another deep gash in his abdomen before he passed out from the violent pain wreaking havoc in his body. Stel stood triumphantly above him, grinning passionately, his smile only faltering when he considered the final demon he would have to destroy.
He looked down at his fingers, already beginning their natural transition into vampiric claws. Natural. never! Stel grit his teeth together and narrowed his eyes as he prepared to rid the world of one more vampire.
"Oh my god! Stel! NO!"
Part 1 of ?
"Stel. don't be afraid. Look at yourself, Stel!" Ceylon said.
He looked down at his fledgling vampire form and recognized it with dawning horror as he realized he had just become the antithesis of all he'd stood for in his short life as a Serafan priest. Stel viewed Ceylon with his eyes widening in growing enragement and opened his mouth and said horrified, "What have you done to me, Ceylon!?"
"I wanted you to be back, I wanted you to be alive again, I-"
"/I/thought you were my friend, you son of a bitch!" Stel roared, swiping at Ceylon's pulsing jugular.
Ceylon stepped back, hissing, defensively crossing his arms over his face and neck to block Stel's vicious attack. "Fuck you! I did what I thought was right, and if you don't like that, you can fucking kiss my ass! I do not deserve your anger! You're alive again, Stel! Not cold in the grave!"
"How dare you, how dare you!" Stel yelled, his face contorted in primal rage. "You have the audacity to make such a decision for me? You've damned me, and yet you_try_to_defend_yourself? Did you think that I would enjoy this perversion that reeks from every cell of my being?! The corruption that I had fought so hard against, and now perversely represent!? How could you do this to me!?"
"I gave you the best fucking gift that I could! I give you your life again, and /you/ goddamn reject it!! This is my gift for you, I give you life!" Ceylon shouted, outraged, losing his coherency in his anger and fear. His body tense
"Life!? You call this foul mockery of existence my life!?"
"Yes, I /do!/ Embrace it, Stel! There's no need to harbor past sentiments!", pleaded Ceylon intensely.
"Sentiments!?" ,His voice broke to almost a horse cry, ".oh god.." Stel fell to his knees, overcome with emotion so fierce his amethyst eyes seemed to burst blue flares. His mouth dropped open to let out a roar of utter despair, and his vision clouded as he began to weep. Ceylon crept close to him and placed his clawed hand on his shoulder. Stel's head whipped towards Ceylon and looked up at him with wild, feverish eyes.
"Stel..." Ceylon began, gently.
Stel snapped his head back forward and jumped to his feet, snarling, grabbing Frostmourne from its sheath that was strapped onto his back. "Betrayer of the light!!", Stel hissed, glaring at Ceylon's pale, alarmed face.
"Stel, please! I don't want to fight you!" Ceylon cried, terrified at the prospect of having to kill his best friend.
"Your time has come, betrayer!", yelled Stel gutturally, swiping at Ceylon's chest with Frostmourne. Ceylon let out a stricken sob, knowing that fate did not agree with his plan. He fell backward onto the cold ground to avoid Frostmorne's bitter offensive, and looked beseechingly up at Stel's face.
"You avoid me, demon?! Justice has come!" Stel sneered as he stared at the defenseless figure cowering before him, raising the hilt of the blade two handedly upward behind his back, then growling a Serafan warcry as he tried to strong-arm the blade into Ceylon's undead chest.
Ceylon rolled to the side but was unable to completely avoid Stel's attack, and screeched in pain as he felt icy fire slide into his lower waist. A cold wind blew through the dark area. Frostmourne seemed to glow as its bearer smiled pridefully, a possessed look coming over his once noble features. "You will not make it out of this place alive, fiend!", he snarled arrogantly at Ceylon, whose face was twisted in pain as he fought for control of his body.
Ceylon screamed again in useless agony as Frostmourne cut another deep gash in his abdomen before he passed out from the violent pain wreaking havoc in his body. Stel stood triumphantly above him, grinning passionately, his smile only faltering when he considered the final demon he would have to destroy.
He looked down at his fingers, already beginning their natural transition into vampiric claws. Natural. never! Stel grit his teeth together and narrowed his eyes as he prepared to rid the world of one more vampire.
"Oh my god! Stel! NO!"