Prologue I - The Beginning Of The End
It was after midnight in Romania, the skies were filled with dark clouds, in the woods the sound of ravens could be heard and in an old burned down house a man could be seen walking through the rubble as if searching for something. His black hair long and flowing just past his shoulders, the tails of his leather trench cloak hanging down to his ankles allowed him to camouflaged into the shadows, the only part of it giving him away was his burgundy red collar and cuffs, the metal buckles, zip and buttons had become rusty with old age but refused to break.
As he walked his bench meta trench shoes kicked up dirt resulting in it stick to his leather trousers. As he wandered around, his eyes landed on a partially destroyed journal. He walked to retrieve it, stepping over debris and what used to be furniture. As he picked it up his sleeve rose, exposing a metal shackle which was engraved with words from a language long forgot. He gently flicked through the pages, stopping on one he could read.
1807
#Entry 73
My son had been diagnosed with a mysterious disease that is slowly killing him, the doctors have no clue how to treat him. I'm told if I don't find a cure for him soon he will die.
#Entry 78
Some of the townspeople speak of daemon people deep in the Carpathian Mountains; that they never come out during the day. They have claws for hands and horns for hair, long tails, and leathery skin. What caught my interest was that it is said that they never fall ill, that they have…something…that heals them.
#Entry 82
I went to see an elder who goes by the name Neon with hopes he can enlighten me about the daemon people living in the mountains. He refused to help me until I told him about my dying son. He told me to visit Castelul Bran. There lives a creature who would help me, but I would have to bare a great burdened. I accepted, only caring for the life of my son, the only family I had left in this world.
#Entry 84
The Elder Neon visited me several nights ago, except he wasn't as old and fragile as he seemed. He had broken the wooden back door off its hinges. Blue eyes that were now white stared at me, canines poking out of his mouth. Before I knew it he had me inches off the ground with his hand around my throat. He brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered, "This is the only way to ensure we stay secret as well as see to it Eragon will help you." I was confused by his words at first until I felt a sharp pain surge from my neck through my body. I woke the next day to find Neon sitting on a chair in front of me. He explained everything. I was now a daemon, a vampire as they call themselves. I didn't want this, to walk around the world forever, a soulless person never to know what certain things felt like any more, but he said it was the only way to get help for Johnathan.
#Entry 88
I've been learning new things about myself. I am now faster, stronger and more agile than any creature known to man. I can hear, see, and sense things that I couldn't as a human. I've also noted that I cannot enjoy the morning strolls without the ring Neon gave me. I cannot eat or drink anything unless it is laced
with blood, another thing I hate about being one of them, but each time I feel hatred for what they've done to me, what they forced me into. I remember that it is bringing me one step closer to saving Johnathan.
#Entry 90
I arrived at the great Eragon's castle to discover that he was not a daemon, when I asked what he was I saw his eyes flash black before he refused to tell me. At first he refused to help but after much begging and pleading he finally agreed to. He told me that John was very ill and that the only way to save him was to turn him into a daemon creature without him going through a death phase or he might not return.
#Entry 94
Eragon has been mixing daemon venom and lycanthrope venom together in order to get the perfect blend where the venoms cancel each other as much as possible so he doesn't change into one or the other but gains the ability to heal himself like both species can.
#Entry 95
I was reading one of the many books in the Unknown Creatures' library, a bestiary as it's called, and read upon two interesting creatures both similar yet different. One being able to change whenever it wanted, whereas the other could only do so with a full moon. There were a bunch of other creatures like Shapeshifters, Elementals, Daemons and even Faeries. There was one other book that caught my eye, it was heavily sealed and put away behind a glass case unlike the others
#Entry 96
He finally managed to get the perfect formula. We are waiting for sunset to administer the venom serum to make sure he isn't affected by the sun.
#Entry 97
It worked! Almost immediately he started getting better and healing himself! I may be a soulless monster for the rest of my eternal life but at least I have my son back.
#Entry 101
I noticed a few changes in Johnathan but thought nothing of them. After a while the changes started getting more extreme. He would cry in pain at night, refused to eat anything unless it was drenched in blood, but the biggest change was on the full moon. He became a beast with wings, long bat-like ears and long canines as well as long teeth. I tried to stop him from getting out of the house but he was too strong, even for Neon and myself. We followed him into the village to try and stop him; I tried to stop him…
Neon and Richard raced into the village after John. The young werewolf-vampire child was destroying the town, causing fires and destroying building upon building. Many of the townspeople had run for their lives after seeing the beast while some of the men tried to attack the beast wielding silver pitchforks and shooting silver bullets. Richard watched in horror as his son fought back and slaughtered the people of his village.
"If we don't stop him the council will kill him," Neon shouted, running towards the beast in an attempt to draw it away from the town. Johnathan flew straight into the air, releasing a thunderous roar that shocked the people to their core, before something flew out of the shadows, sending him crashed to the ground.
"What is that?!" yelled Richard, watching as a huge wolf like creature attacked his only seven year old son. Neon had raced over, his skin paling even further. "That is Lycaon Fernir, the first Lycan, and one of the council members." They both watched as the two wolf like creatures fought it out. Johnathen seemed to be over powering the four armed Lycan Original. Just as John was about to deliver a fatal blow, a bat like creature swooped in, picking up the werepyre by the throat and throwing him into a nearby building. It then went over to help the Fernir out of his stone grave. Though they couldn't fully see the damage Johnathan had done, they could see the Lycan was having a hard time standing up and breathing.
"That is Vladd II Dracular, first Vampire, and another member of the council," Neon whispered, though it was in vain as both the council members looked directly at them. Although Neon bowed in respect, Richard stared them down with a growing hatred. He didn't want any of this. He hated these people for turning him into what he was and for hurting his son.
As the Vampire Original was about to excel towards them Johnathen came out of the rubble charging at both the Originals. The Lycan fell to the ground as the vampire beast battled on with Johnathan. Soon enough more council members came to aid the others. Richard couldn't do anything but watch as his son who was outnumbered and overpowered by all the different creatures that appeared. As a red winged woman, known as the Elizabet the Faerie Witch Original, flew over to help Lycaon, a dark shadow silhouette went over to help the daemon king subdue Johnathan who was currently about to sky drop him into the same building he had been thrown into earlier. The shadow man then changed into what is called a Griffin and flew head first into Johnathan. "I need to help him, I need to help my son!" Richard screamed, about to run into the fight, but Neon grabbed him. "Let me go, that's my son!" he yelled at the older vampire.
"You cannot help him now," Neon yelled at Richard. A tearing of flesh and a roar of pain made them both look up to see that the Shapeshifter had shifted into a giant shadow gorilla and had torn off Johnathan's wings. It was now standing on top of his bloody body.
Vladd and Fernir approached to pick up Johnathan by his arms. The Faerie was chanting something into a black sphere. The Shapeshifter pulled out a long sword that looked to be made out of bone. It had a few gems in the handle that was carved into the shape of a dragon's head. They all started chanting a spell that resulted in the sword glowing a dark green colour before they thrust it into Johnathen's chest. The werepyre let out a smell yelp before dropping to ground on his back trying to claw the sword out or his chest in vain.
"NOOO!" shouted Richard, finally able to shake Neon off him. He ran to where his son now lay. The council members had concealed themselves in long black cloaks, their faces covered by masks, and walked away from the town as well as the body. The Faerie Witch Original stayed and watched Richard cradling, rocking, and crying over his now dead son. She removed the sword out of Johnathens chest and waved her hand over the dead beast's eyes. They closed, then Werepyre shrunk and shifted back into his child self.
Elizabet was shocked. Not only had they just killed someone's son, but the son was only a mere child, despite what needed to be done it wasn't fair to take such a life from one so young. Her fellow council members were leaving now, so though she was still shocked over her revelation she carried on. She followed her other council members and disappeared into the shadows with them.
Neon came over and put a hand on the grieving father's shoulder to try and comfort him but Richard just shrugged it off. He didn't want sympathy or pity, he wanted his son back. Richard looked up in the direct the council members had disappeared in, a strong hatred burning in his eyes towards them. They had taken the only family he had left and now he was forced to live alone forever.
As he closed the journal and exited the would-be home, a small figure flew down in front of him, his scaled wings folded in behind him before disappearing into his back. He walked a few steps forward before kneeling down on one leg before the man. As he looked up his fully black eyes locked onto the black haired man.
"Everything is ready my lord, The Fifth Realm armies await your commands," his voice deeper than normal.
"Excellent work Richard, and what of Mephistopheles?" The man walked past him looking out into the distance.
"He fled the underworld before the attack began. We found him a while later. It appears he was trying to escape the inevitable but released he was doomed though he refused to go down without a fight. He took out some of our forces he didn't stand a chance." Richard rose to his feet, standing next to the man as a second in command would. "He is dead, and with his death, Malabogia is yours to rule."
The man's face constructed into an evil grin, his eyes flashing a dark black which resulted in the writing on the shackles glowing a bright blue.
"Perfect."
