Trinity Blood

Warning & Disclaimer: in chapter 1. Thank you Amanda for the beta

Trinity Blood
C & P by G.Arnet, 2004
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Crimson 08 :: The Tale of Lillith

I'm Lillith - it began - the first Queen of the Damned. I am the Mother, therefore I'm the first. My kind is named the undead, because we couldn't die unless we were given death by pure Salamander's flame and/or Leviathan's blood. Later I would find there are more ways to end our lives. During my life as an Undead, I watched my children flourish, watched them live and die. Sometimes I watched my children whom were driven into insanity by bloodlust.

Before that, there was the first clan

In the Beginning, the first Coffin didn't come from me. It was born from my heart.

I lived a normal life once, a normal girl with a normal dream. It stayed like that for my first twenty-one springs. I had everything: richness, beauty, kindness and most of all, my loving father. My father was a minister in a small village up North. He was strict but kind, hard but gentle. We were one happy family, even though my mother died at an early age, when she was twenty-one to be exact . My mother died giving life to me . She whispered my name before her last breath, and that I was named after a flower my mother loved, Lilly. That was what my father told me, and he added the name Ederlina.

There was one more person I loved, my distant cousin Enrique. He stayed at my house since he had nowhere to go. Father paid for his food and logging in exchange for services around the house and as my playmate. We grew up together and played together.

Until that day.

My father was very kind and very loving, but he had this jealousy to the people he loved, including my mother and I. The insanity I later found ran into the family. As much as I love d my father dearly, I love d Enrique more. I love d him as a woman loves a man. I love d him in every fiber of my being.

When I was sixteen, my father found out . He drove my love away and locked me in my room. There was no amount of tears I didn't shed, no amount of angry words I voiced at my father were enough to unite Enrique and I. In his cold heart and obsessive love, my father began to saw me as my mother. He began to bind me to him. Magic was there when a person called upon it. Magic never died and it was tied to mother earth since the beginning of time. Gaia hated her children in every grain of sands; in every drops of water she gave us. Unconsciously, father used the magic in his hate and love. He went astray from the voice of the Lord and dabbled in black magic as I grew older. Father saw this as I approached the age of a woman . He then made a contract with old magic. With his blood he locked me in time, in exchange for his life. The villagers and the ministry found me in the Church's dungeon in the eve of my twenty-first springs. I was bloodied, torn and broken. And my father was already dead on the inverted crucifix and blackened blood stained floor with ancient symbols and writings of old.

At the same time my father bind his blood to mine, I dreamt of my love.

Later my love told me that the forest's Beasts attacked him on the night of my sacrament. He was in front of the Gates of Hades when we met - spiritually -. We couldn't speak, couldn't touch, and couldn't come near. He was about to enter the gate, wanting to end this all. I wanted to go with him but my father's blood held me back. My eyes pleaded for him.

Stay. Please stay.

He stayed.

And that was his curse. I woke up in the infirmary and caught the after dream whispers of my love. He lived, as would I. We became the dark creatures we knew today. I was the undead and he was a werewolf.

Enrique returned to attend my father's funeral. We made love after that. To my sadness, every child born from my womb was cursed into creatures with no shape, no heart and no mind. Ghouls. My love was forced to kill my children, one by one to his disgust. He left me after that, confessing that he didn't love me anymore, that out lives were cursed and no love could stand it. I cried and pleaded but he left anyway.

My other friends left and returned, ha d families and loved ones, things that were denied to me. I lived alone in my house, surrounded by dead roses.

Enrique returned years later, but he was not alone. He brought his wife, Evangeline, a young woman with skin as white as snow and lips red like blood. They had a child and his name was Harolds. They stayed at my house in the remainder of their visit since I insisted.

I admitted I want ed to know how this woman replaced me in Enrique's heart. Oh , I was jealous and marveled her at the same time. I was charmed by her wits and intelligen ce . Unlike other women of our time, we discussed politics, medicine and invention. One day at the bath, Evangeline asked me to rub her shoulder. I saw the bite mark I wanted, the mark Enrique has given his wife as his mate. I tasted the sweet thing and asked if I could , because I wanted it so much. I wanted to taste her and through her I could taste him. Eve was too kind. She knew how much I loved Enrique and she suspected Enrique still loved me. She also knew we were never be. In sad nod she gave me her permission.

The first taste was, oh, so sweet, so enchanted. I saw and felt him claim ing her, I felt the love they ha d , the pang of envy, the guilty pleasure of taking what was not mine. I loved her then as much as I love d him. I didn't claim her but our bond was stronger. There was no problem if either of us ha d non-magical beast partner, but I could never touch Enrique or Evangeline ever again since I taste her blood and she bit me that day.

At first we lived contently. And then the New Age came.

The villagers who were sympathizing with me began to get suspicious. You see, as Enrique, Evangeline and Harolds grew older, I didn't . Thanks to my father. I remained young like a flower that never withered. This caused envy and hatred so strong it emitted the negative magic in the village, inviting plagues and the seven sins. They accused me of being a witch that caused all the misfortune that befell. They didn't voice it too loud because of Enrique. Because of his curse, there was no one who could win in fighting with him. So we lived in tentative peace.

When Enrique and Harolds went to another town to sell the products, the villagers attack ed the house. In the raid, Evangeline went mad, trying to protect me from the angry mob. We were captured. There were so many of them. But nothing could kill her, except silver. Evangeline was killed by some nameless bastards after they played with her. They stabbed her flesh over and over again with silver crosses, chanting prayers from the Bible, even when she was already dead. By then my tears were mixed with blood as they forced me to watch before they moved into me. My blood acted and I killed them all in my angry rage. The ones who escaped torched the house.

At the same time, Enrique and Harolds returned and found me sitting on the garden, crying in front of the burning house. Without waiting for me, Enrique ran into the house, calling Evangeline's name. I tried to stop him, hold him but he ran inside and the house torn down and his body disappeared inside the fire. With their death, so was my heart. When I turned around I saw the eyes of their child. Harolds looked at me as if he wanted to kill me. There was hatred so pure it pierced my dead heart. Harold /knew/. He knew our history. He saw me and Evangeline the day I drank her blood and touched her. He knew the villagers hated me. He knew they wanted to kill me. He blamed me for their death. He vowed to me that he would kill me. But he was so young still, a sixteen year old boy. He would return he said, and then he would make me pay for my sins.

I cried when he left. I asked my self, if this was my sin? I just wanted to be normal, to have my love ones with me.

I hunted him to take him back. He hunted me to kill me. The border between the hunted and the hunter was so thin. And so was Hate and Love.

At last he caught me in the Forbidden Forest in Scotland. It was really my fault. I knew I was weak under the full moon and he was strong under the grace of the Lady of the Night. He asked -forced- me to dance with him in his twisted steps, cruel embraces, hard touches, hatred laced kisses. Oh how he loved and hated me. And I couldn't. It was /forbidden/. Our blood could not be together. Like oil and water. There was too much hate to love one another. And I only loved two people in my life. He was neither. I knew he was ready to kill me. If you couldn't have the only person you love, then no one will. I shared his sentiment. I loved Enrique and Evangeline, and no one should have them, including their son. In my possessiveness I let them die. I was selfish.

I enticed Harolds to drink my blood, with my sweet kisses and my seductive touches. I gave him my poison in the moment of weakness then I killed him. His eyes were wide and innocent as I ran my Serpent dagger through him. I watched as Death claimed him. His eyes were so golden, looking at me with desperate love and hatred. So beautiful he was. He was a young flesh and blood taste like poison. I felt for him, but not more than a favorite aunt to her niece. He wanted me as a man to a woman but I couldn't return his feeling so I ended it for him.

He managed to wound me, but I lived, in pain and loneliness. I burned Harolds' body and had his ashes with me when I returned home at last. I went and opened the dungeon under the ruins of the old Church. I took out my dead heart and had it dried and crushed and mixed it with Harolds' ashes and the Holy water. I stared the silvery liquid and cried. I drank in his name and his whispers of love.

When Harolds was away, he claimed children of his own and his children claimed others to be included in their pack. Between the hunts, Harolds taught his children to hunt me, to kill me, to hate me and my kind. During the years, I captured some of them and studied them before I killed them. They were shape shifters, infected by magical beasts. They purposely let them selves get bitten and attacked into the brink of death and if they lived later, they would have the ability and the curse to change into beasts. Enrique, Evangeline and Harolds were werewolves. Werewolves were the strongest of the shape shifters, maybe because they were the first breed of human and beasts. They were strong under the Moonlight since magical Wolves were enchanted beasts of the night associated with Artemis, goddess of the moon and hunter of the nights. They were our enemies, since their blood was poison to us just like ours to them. That was why we couldn't mix and the hatred was so strong.

I have children of my own. The first clan.

When I mixed Harolds' ashes, my heart and the Holy water; a drop fell into the villagers' drinking water. They didn't know the history of my house because the time past, years and years after the incident, though the ghost stories and urban legend remained. The water killed most of them instantly. Only few survived. I charmed the survivors and taught them in the ways of the Undead, the ones I learned by living alone. I was somewhat happy that I wasn't the only one anymore, and sad because I caused others to share my curse.

I did some researches on the children that were affected by the Undead curse. They had a large amount of magic to live through the curse, where others who were dead couldn't survive the Undead blood. After the children learned what they could, they went with their own lives. As I said, not all of them survived. Some were driven to madness, some killed them selves and past their knowledge to their claimed children, some made their on convents. They shared their blood with other magical humans in their native country and thus every vampire convent was different from another. Even in one country there was no two convents were the same. They had sets of rules, rules set by me and the first

clan, rules they added them selves with their custom and native clans. We prided our selves and learned from the elves the magic to hide our selves just as the Shape shifter learned from the dwarves the art of manipulating their power. We didn't want the repeated incident of the burning witches and the hunt of magical beasts the human seemed to sport on.

My prided children: the Red Camellia and the Black Sabbath were the first ones. Both sects had members in the Black Knights Order to maintain the rules of the Undead. They were the only survivors of my village, with their own magic, and now with the Undead blood running in their veins. They were the ones who stayed while others left, dead or insane. The Red Camellia joined with the Orient natives, known as Kindred of the East. The members of the order including the

Sakurazukamori clan and Ashura 'Demon' clan. The west kindred's were the Illuminati clan, le Masque clan and the Shades clan.

The first war between my kind and the Shape shifter ended when I killed

Harolds' decendants, Adam and Eves, but there was going to be another one to my dismay. As long as out blood could not be together, as long as the hatred was stronger than love, as long as we existed, there would be no peace between the Undead and the Shape Shifters. The Vampires and the Werewolves. My dearest friend I met in India foretold me the shifting of the stars. Cassandra of Delphi was known to be a fraud, but I believed her prophecy concerning the kindred born under a fallen star and the dead moon. I saw the stars she woven, as I understood this was once in the lifetime for Cassandra.

I wouldn't be able to see it, she said, as my time would come before the last war and that I would meet my love ones again.

My favored son was Caine, as I made him mine. I evoked the rights of the first order and given him my life, knowing I wouldn't live until the Earth stop to spin. Despite the curse, the blood was not completed.

It was my decision to perfect the lock. I had him like I never had Evangeline: The Claiming, The Embraced and the Sacred. My other children later copied the rituals, but none of them were as perfect as my son, Caine. I knew later Caine should perfect the curse as he would after he killed me. It was the duty of my son to have my life so my power, my knowledge and my memory shall passed down to him. It was my wish. I told Caine the Prophecy and we made sure we were ready for the final confrontation.

Caine tied the other four clans to him with blood oath. Kishi of the Sakurazukamori clan, Seth of the Ashura clan, Morgaine le Fey of the Illuminati clan, Lucifier of le Masque clan and Solvanus of the Shades clan, with the addition of Lamia and Lillith (Caine changed this girl's name in honor to me, to my amusement). Lillian -aka- Lillith was Caine's first childe and Lamia was his last and later became his consort.

Harolds left a legacy of his own. I wrote about Harolds' descendants; Adam and Eves. They had a son named Abel, through them Harolds past his hatred and not his love to me. Werewolves didn't live as long as the Undead, so they strengthened their lineage by combining strongest beasts with strong magical humans. Like the Undead, normal human couldn't survive the poisonous blood of the beasts. Adam and Eves made sure their one-year-old son have what it took to kill me. With his brothers and sisters they would start a game, more complicated than Harolds and deadlier. Abel's court consists on seven members equal to the Black Knight Order, The Brotherhood.

The Brotherhood consisted on: Shinzui of the Sumeragi (Emperor) clan, Nefertiti of the Osiris clan against the Eastern kindred, Emyres the Endless, Orion and Sirius of the Fenrir clan, Arianrhod of the Caith Sith clan, Lupin of the Lupine clan. These were the children of Abel Rightworth versus the children of Caine Gainsborough.

Since Caine's Seven Black Knights were equal to Abel and his Seven Brotherhood, nothing could tip the balance...yet. Both drawn more supporters in the coming years, while the magic in this land grew stronger. The threat came when some Druids and Wiccans whom discovered journals, dubbed the Books of Enlighten. In truth, the books were pocket books of some of the Undead or the Shape Shifter. They were brief stories that fueled the myths of Vampires and Werewolves. Furthermore, the /muggles/ or the non-magical folk began to discover and capture shape shifting people for their entertainment in their freak circus.

They were threat to the elves and dwarves as well. If they could find the vampires and the weres, they could discover their hidden worlds as well. Unlike elves and dwarves, we have our people deep in the society, assimilated with the muggles and inside the hierarchy of the Wizarding world. We lived carefully so the normal people, magical and non magical, wouldn't notice our kinds but some still leaked into the society. We couldn't just leave and secluded our selves like the elves and the dwarves. If anything we were the survivors and the strong kinds.

As the magic grew larger and stronger and so were the magical children and old magical families that weren't affected by either the Undead or the Shape Shifter bloods. There were hunters seek to destroy us and/or search for power to live eternally. There was also fear of discovery and people like my father, who would do anything to obtain our power and maybe killed us in the process.

Casting aside the animosity between the Undead and the Shape Shifter, the Elven elders and the Dwarves became our middle negotiators. They too feared the discovery and the tainting of their lands. They feared the Wizarding world and their thirst of more power, control and eternity, since most dark warlocks and witches seek the words of old whispered by Gaia. As I could tell, only the elves, the dwarves, Cain, Abel and I could hear the old words. But those who practiced mage and sorcery could follow our traces thanks to the Books of Enlighten. They needed to be...occupied. We learned that they could be distracted by the war among /muggles/. It could be out advantages while waiting for Ragnarok, the last war between the Undead and the Shape Shifter. There were people who were immersed with dark magic and enough power and supporters to...distract the rest of their kind.

Cain of the Undead, Abel of the Shape Shifter, Levia of the Elves and Ander of the Dwarves held a conference in the Holy Ground. Abel started the move by establishing the Watchers. The Watchers were the mages and sages that weren't into dark magic and not of the Shape Shifter blood, but allowed a glimpse of the game and the Vampires and Shape Shifter's histories. Caine nudged enough Dark War Lords in his steps. While the Wizarding world was distract by the on going war and driven by their sins, the Brotherhood and the Black Knights have their own cold war. They were equal in power and influence, waiting for the Star to shift the balance.

Alas, I wouldn't be able to see it. Cassandra was right when she said I wouldn't see the day the Star was born. But I kept my thoughts and my memories in this journal until the day it was needed. The journal would continued to record those who shared the blood of the Undead, and in returned the ones who possessed this book shall continued my researches, my thoughts and my memories to help the unborn child to chose what is right for him or her.

I keyed this journal to my magic and my blood-kin.

As I write my entry and my last note to this journal dawn was coming and so was my death. I waited for Caine to come and took me to my eternity. I missed Enrique and Evangeline so much. I was relieved and happy that I would finally meet them. It was a shame that Abel couldn't kill me, but he would kill my children. I sighed as I watched in sadness the future that was not mine anymore.

I prayed that the path of the star would change, that the /Child/ of the prophecy would right the wrong and end the curses.

I left my legacy, this journal, the amulet and the dagger in Caine's safe keeping until the day the Child was born.

-- Lillith E. (Ederlina) Nygma Gainsborough

TBC
24/09/04

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