Author's Notes: All right all I am sincerely sorry I have not continued the
original Death of Light. I just found it was poorly written and I had lost
all motivation to continue it. I decided then to rearrange the plot. The
storyline is generally the same, but I had to change it. Thank you to all
who read the first one and reviewed I hope you have found out about this
new version and are reading it now. Also thank you for much to azn_otaku
a.k.a L.O who helped me proofread this! Without your help this would still
be sitting in the abyss of my mind.
Death of Light Prologue A: To Dream
She screamed in anguish and pain as the ivory fangs bit into her slim, golden neck. She couldn't believe this golden child who had offered her a ride to her sister's house would turn out to be one of the demons of the night. Soon her screams of terror and pain faded to mere whimpers as her lifeblood drained out from two slim holes in her neck. Slowly she had no choice but to relax into her fate. Just then four women slid out of the shadows and each taking a place around her prone figure began to bite into her slim form.
Mamoru was walking in the shadow-stained park this night. As he came down the path's bend he and the companion he was with stopped in shock upon seeing five girls in an arrangement of colors, lapping at a young girl who they knew all to well. He felt a tremor go through the woman standing next to him and he recognized it for what it was. Stark, raging, anger. As he saw the woman's hand clench into a fist he restrained her by grabbing her arms and pulling her into a bush next to him.
The women looked up as one as they heard a rustling nearby. Taking it for the wind they returned to their feast beneath them.
Mamoru looked at the young woman next to him as tears rolled silently from her green/red eyes. He understood the emotions she was feeling for she was the other half of him. As midnight blue met forest green mixed with cherry oak an unspoken message went through both of them and at this time Mamoru and the female he was with transformed into their counterparts. As the power washed through them they could only hope to save the young female from the horror she was about to see. As the woman next to him melted into the shadows of the trees Mamoru brought out his sword and began to creep toward the undead.
As Mamoru jumped out of the shadows upon the young women feasting his sword pierced the belly of one of the undead beasts. He felt only a moment's regret for the soul, which never had a chance to develop. Her star would never be reborn, it would always be a cold, lifeless shell of the host it used to have. As he whirled around with a backslash a delicate hand with orange fingernail polish grabbed his sword. His eyes widened; they had grown stronger. As the thing threw his sword into the shadows he realized he had failed his counterpart and they were both doomed.
He was pushed to the ground by the remaining four females and as one of them sat on him; he felt her long tresses caress him. The other girls stayed nearby certain their leader would leave them some of the handsome male before them, who knew maybe they would be allowed to play a little bit as well. As Mamoru began to pray to someone, God, gods, kami, anyone, (which he had never done before) he prayed that the incarnates of evil would not find his companion who was hopefully gone with her sister now. As he looked into the tree behind the silver haired vixen in front of him, he saw two green eyes widen in dismay, then turn into slits that conveyed her anger. He saw her reach for her sword and he tried to convey through his eyes the hopelessness of the situation. As their eyes connected a flash of gold was seen piercing through their natural eye colors and with sadness in the girls now golden depths she jumped through the trees with her sister, slowly disappearing into the night, leaving him alone with the beasts before him.
Mamoru looked up into the icy, blue eyes with dots of red and a sinking realization came, he realized he was either going to die or become one of the undead. As the girl-beast on top of him leaned down she whispered words in his ear he knew was truth. "You are going to feel some pain at first, but you are probably feeling even more agony now knowing later, you won't even realize you are killing your own sister. Your flesh, your blood. How does it feel to know you are going to be the one to kill your last link to the Golden Dynasty?"
Mamoru stared into her arctic eyes and stated, "She will kill you one day. You can be sure of it."
Chuckling, she lightly kissed his lips with her blood encrusted ones and with a playful glint in her eyes she maliciously grinned. "Maybe, but the great joy will come when she has to kill you to get to me."
Mamoru spit into her face and calmly she lifted back a manicured hand and slapped him twice, causing twin slashes to appear on his cheeks as blood oozed out of his wounds. Leaning down she licked some of the blood away with her reptilian looking tongue. "Oh! How to be filled once more with such anger and rage! I was going to make your rebirth somewhat easy, but I know I prefer just to make it a living torture." Her eyes became black slits and her ivory fangs slid out over her lush, bottom lip. Lightly nipping at his throat, as if she were marking her territory, she drew blood. No response came from Mamoru though for he was well trained in the way of a warrior. Growing angry at her prey she chose to just rip his throat out instead. Laughing at the gaping hole she had created and was causing his midnight blue eyes to grow dark, she maniacally giggled for the torture she knew was coming. She laughed even more when she realized that the Golden Dynasty princess could probably feel her precious brother dying right now. Stopping her laughter she started the erotic process of conversion as her companions faded into the background. As his breathing shallowed out to a hollow gasp she lightly slit the top area of her cleavage and bringing his dark head to his breast she made him drink her blood of eternal life. As Mamoru changed his entire psyche could be seen fighting against this evil creature. Slowly though her poisonous essence swept into his soul and changed him. As his eyes went from a dark blue to a dark lilac he could only say, "More," as what was left of his consciousness screamed. He then woke up in a balmy sweat.
Death of Light Prologue A: To Dream
She screamed in anguish and pain as the ivory fangs bit into her slim, golden neck. She couldn't believe this golden child who had offered her a ride to her sister's house would turn out to be one of the demons of the night. Soon her screams of terror and pain faded to mere whimpers as her lifeblood drained out from two slim holes in her neck. Slowly she had no choice but to relax into her fate. Just then four women slid out of the shadows and each taking a place around her prone figure began to bite into her slim form.
Mamoru was walking in the shadow-stained park this night. As he came down the path's bend he and the companion he was with stopped in shock upon seeing five girls in an arrangement of colors, lapping at a young girl who they knew all to well. He felt a tremor go through the woman standing next to him and he recognized it for what it was. Stark, raging, anger. As he saw the woman's hand clench into a fist he restrained her by grabbing her arms and pulling her into a bush next to him.
The women looked up as one as they heard a rustling nearby. Taking it for the wind they returned to their feast beneath them.
Mamoru looked at the young woman next to him as tears rolled silently from her green/red eyes. He understood the emotions she was feeling for she was the other half of him. As midnight blue met forest green mixed with cherry oak an unspoken message went through both of them and at this time Mamoru and the female he was with transformed into their counterparts. As the power washed through them they could only hope to save the young female from the horror she was about to see. As the woman next to him melted into the shadows of the trees Mamoru brought out his sword and began to creep toward the undead.
As Mamoru jumped out of the shadows upon the young women feasting his sword pierced the belly of one of the undead beasts. He felt only a moment's regret for the soul, which never had a chance to develop. Her star would never be reborn, it would always be a cold, lifeless shell of the host it used to have. As he whirled around with a backslash a delicate hand with orange fingernail polish grabbed his sword. His eyes widened; they had grown stronger. As the thing threw his sword into the shadows he realized he had failed his counterpart and they were both doomed.
He was pushed to the ground by the remaining four females and as one of them sat on him; he felt her long tresses caress him. The other girls stayed nearby certain their leader would leave them some of the handsome male before them, who knew maybe they would be allowed to play a little bit as well. As Mamoru began to pray to someone, God, gods, kami, anyone, (which he had never done before) he prayed that the incarnates of evil would not find his companion who was hopefully gone with her sister now. As he looked into the tree behind the silver haired vixen in front of him, he saw two green eyes widen in dismay, then turn into slits that conveyed her anger. He saw her reach for her sword and he tried to convey through his eyes the hopelessness of the situation. As their eyes connected a flash of gold was seen piercing through their natural eye colors and with sadness in the girls now golden depths she jumped through the trees with her sister, slowly disappearing into the night, leaving him alone with the beasts before him.
Mamoru looked up into the icy, blue eyes with dots of red and a sinking realization came, he realized he was either going to die or become one of the undead. As the girl-beast on top of him leaned down she whispered words in his ear he knew was truth. "You are going to feel some pain at first, but you are probably feeling even more agony now knowing later, you won't even realize you are killing your own sister. Your flesh, your blood. How does it feel to know you are going to be the one to kill your last link to the Golden Dynasty?"
Mamoru stared into her arctic eyes and stated, "She will kill you one day. You can be sure of it."
Chuckling, she lightly kissed his lips with her blood encrusted ones and with a playful glint in her eyes she maliciously grinned. "Maybe, but the great joy will come when she has to kill you to get to me."
Mamoru spit into her face and calmly she lifted back a manicured hand and slapped him twice, causing twin slashes to appear on his cheeks as blood oozed out of his wounds. Leaning down she licked some of the blood away with her reptilian looking tongue. "Oh! How to be filled once more with such anger and rage! I was going to make your rebirth somewhat easy, but I know I prefer just to make it a living torture." Her eyes became black slits and her ivory fangs slid out over her lush, bottom lip. Lightly nipping at his throat, as if she were marking her territory, she drew blood. No response came from Mamoru though for he was well trained in the way of a warrior. Growing angry at her prey she chose to just rip his throat out instead. Laughing at the gaping hole she had created and was causing his midnight blue eyes to grow dark, she maniacally giggled for the torture she knew was coming. She laughed even more when she realized that the Golden Dynasty princess could probably feel her precious brother dying right now. Stopping her laughter she started the erotic process of conversion as her companions faded into the background. As his breathing shallowed out to a hollow gasp she lightly slit the top area of her cleavage and bringing his dark head to his breast she made him drink her blood of eternal life. As Mamoru changed his entire psyche could be seen fighting against this evil creature. Slowly though her poisonous essence swept into his soul and changed him. As his eyes went from a dark blue to a dark lilac he could only say, "More," as what was left of his consciousness screamed. He then woke up in a balmy sweat.