Authors note: I dont own the black dagger brotherhood. read and review please
The next evening came quickly. Dheath had went out, and bought a black on black suit with a emerald green tie, and blak loafers. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror one last time. He thought he looked itchy. But when one met with the King, one dressed for the occasion. Before he headed outside to wait beside his black and silver harley. He had even left all his armorments. Only the kings guards were to be armed near the ruler of the race. He was wishing once more to have worn jeans and a black button down instead of this $3500 restrictive dolled up straight jacket. When a black escalade pulled up. Two doors opened and two males got out. Both in leathers, both fully armed. One with a red sox cap on. The other with a tat on the side of his face warnings in the old langue, and a hand rolled in his mouth. Butch the red sox fan. Who had been just a human cop. Had been converted, witch was a dangerous bit of business. That had to be approved by the Scribe Virgin herself. Now he was the Dhestroyer. Decended from Wrath of Wrath. The other with his piercing diamond white iris's was Vishous son of the black dagger warrior know as the Bloodletter. Red sox came up offering his hand. "Dheath, I'm Butch this is Vischous." "Nice to meet you both." he replied in the old langue. Butch flinched a little at his voice but Vishous was just as he appeared. Made of ice. V shook his hand as well. Then handed him a black hood. Witch Dheath put on before climbing into the back passenger door. After about thirty minutes of driving around they came to a stop. Rolled foward stopped, and repeated this several times leading Dheath to beive that they were going through a series of gates. Then they came to a stop and the engine was killed. "Okay you can take that thing off." Vishous said from the drivers seat. He did so before stepping out of the vechicle. What he saw was a massive stone monster of a Mansion. Fit for a king, Dheath thought to himself, if there were a moat surrounding this he would not be surprised. There was a fountain in the center of the drive. And lined up along the sides was an impressive collection of Vechicles. A Corvette, GTO, Hummer, Mercedes,A few bikes, ect. They walked up to the large doors leading in. And Dheath was surprised when the doors opened easily. That is, until he saw that it only led to a recieving room. Equipt with a camera in the corner to identify whomever was within. A couple audible clicks singnaled the locks being release on the massive steel door barring the way in. The door opened revealing a small elderly doggen dressed as you would expect a butler to. "Sires" he greeted. "Whats up fritz my man. This is Dheath son of Mhalice. Dheath this is Fitzgerald Butler extrodinare." Vishous introduced. "Sire an honor to meet you." siad the old doggen kindly. Dheath gave a little bow to the male. Knowing that warriors flinched at his voice and doggen soiled themselves.
They were let in. where an impressive marble foyer waited. In the ceilings a battle on horseback was waged by Black dagger carrying warriors in the clouds. It was beautifully done. He followed Butch and Vishous over to a grand staircase with deep red stairs. Up they went the went passed a couple doors before stopping in front of one where V knocked. "Enter." a deep voice demanded. The king, only sucha male would have such a comanding tone. The doors were pushed open revealing a blue study, with a massive desk, before a massive male, who sat in a massive throne. The two males escorting him stopped on either side of the door Dheath walked until he was before the kings desk then went to his knee and bowed his head bringing a fist to his chest. "Your majesty." he greeted in the old langue. "Rise" the king said. He kept his eyes downcast as he rose. Even when he heard a soft canine wine. "Okay george okay." The king said. The dog was released where he came up and licked Dheaths hands. He pet the Golden retrievers head. Once he got some love, the dog went to his place by his masters side. Something stroked his legs he looked down seeing a black cat rubbing against him. Wrath laughed. "Well the animals seem to think highly of you. Thats a good sign so far." Wrath straightened. "Dheath son of Mhalice and the choosen Virtue. Hard times are upon us as a race. We fight a war on two fronts. The lessining society backed by the Omega. And now within the race itself. A rogue group of soldiers know as the band off bastards. Backed in secret by some of those who set in the glymera. Who wish to take my throne, and have attempted to take my life. We are in need of warriors. Ones of strong back and stronger convictions. It is my understanding that you wish to join us, in the defence and protection of the race. Do you wish to serve?" Wrath asked. "It is my honor, privalage, and duty to serve in any such capacity that the king would call upon." He answered. "So be it'" Wrath stood. Dheath went back down to his knee. "With my blessing. Tonight you go out with mine warriors. For a trial by combat against the enemies. The Strenght and honor of you and your blood line will be soon be put to the test, we all must face." He stopped in front of Dheath. who took his hand and kissed the massive black diamond on the kings hand. "By the blood in my veins and the honor of my blooded line. Your will will be my own. Your words the only law I know. I so avow myslef that I shall greet the fade before Dishonor shall find me." He vowed in the old langue. "Rise." Wrath said. The king went back to his throne. As he sat A beautiful raven haried female came in and headed for wrath. She stopped by Dheath who went to his knees. After catching the bonding sent on her. This was the queen of the race. "You must be Dheath." She said in a kind voice. "Your highness." he returned as sofly as he could. Witch still vibrated the floor beneath him. She continued to the king who kissed her lips then both sides of her neck. "Go forth with Vishous blooded son of the warrior know as the Bloodletter. And Butch the Dhestroyer of my own line. And engage the enemy."