The Seven Sarafan.
Nosgoth...a beautiful land, home of the pillars, home of vampire and human alike.
The vampires were hunted by the Sarafan, whose goal was to eradicate their race to protect their homeland, they saw vampires as evil and demonic, as did many (if not all) inhabitants of Nosgoth.
They were led by the strongest of them all; Raziel, a valient leader, and even better fighter, nobody dared speak against him, as he was so intimidating, yet charming all the same, well known to the townspeople, regarded as a guardian angel, as were his six companions: Melchiah, Dumah, Turel and Malek the pikemen, and Zephon, Rahab and Raziel himself the swordsmen.
The seven were truly devoted to their calling, never would they give up, not until the very end, not until absolutely everything was gone, not until they met their ends.
One fine night, just before the swap from winter to spring, Raziel decided to go out on a hunt for any vampires who thought they could evade the prying eyes of townspeople, in hope of finding a new, safer hiding place.
"Raziel, surely you aren't going alone?" asked a comrade nearby, whose duty it was to guard the main entrance to the Sarafan stronghold.
The expert fighter turned around, looking at the guardsman in the eye.
"And who do you suppose that I take with me?" he replied in a tone recognised to everyone, a tone showing he was angry.
The guard almost froze in fear, yet managed to spit out:
"One of your brothers in arms maybe?"
Pondering the thought for a moment, before noticing Melchiah nearby.
"Melchiah!, interested in some hunting?" he called, sword by his side.
It didn't take the two long to find one of the blood drinkers, a female, alone, seperated from her pack.
A look of fear was on her face, she obviously knew it wasn't safe to be alone with nothing to defend herself with, her eyes crept over anything and everything, looking for possible threats, but the only two were in the place she didn't bother looking: above.
Raziel's eyes were fixated on his and Melchiah's target, he hated vampires to their core, taking a female's life was no different to taking a male's in his opinion.
Slowly, the two climbed down behind the vampire, Melchiah in front of Raziel, who readied the blade attached to his arm, it reflected the white moonlight perfectly, but it would soon come to be red moonlight instead.
Quick as a flash, Melchiah tripped the female with his pike, and before she even hit the floor, Raziel jammed his arm-blade into her back, effectivly pinning her to the ground.
"Please! I mean no harm!" she screamed.
"Where do you dwell?" asked Raziel in a cold tone, telling her not to mess with him.
"Th-the swamp!, we have a whole camp!" she cried.
"Thank you..." Raziel then muttered, yanking his blade out "Melchiah, finish her!"
He followed the order happily, bringing the blade on the pike down upon the poor vampiress's head.
Indeed, there was a vampire settlement in the swamp, where vampires lived in fear, never knowing when they would be safe, or whether they were at that moment.
Suddenly, the distant sound of marching was heard.
"Mother? what's happening?!" whimpered a child vampire, clinging to their mother tightly.
The sound got louder and louder, more intimidating by the second, it made obvious the fact that there were a lot of people coming.
Then, Raziel appeared, with Melchiah, Turel, Zephon, Dumah and Rahab at his sides, and a small Sarafan army behind him.
"ATTACK!" he shouted "Leave NO survivors!"
T.B.C...