Untold Tales of the Dead
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Story 2: Sacrifices of the Silver Bloodline
AN: I haven't read Demon in My View yet, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't reveal anything about Ather's history. This is my personal version of the Silver's Bloodline.
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Ather was one of the ancient Romans, daughter of a wealthy merchant. She always had an interest in the magicks, something her father did not approve of. She had been taught to worship Vesta, the goddess of hearth. But personally, she held a special spot for Hecate, queen of all that was in the night.
One day, she wandered into a shrine to the love goddess Venus. There had been some love crisis in her life and she wanted the luck of Venus to help her. When she sat down to pray, she noticed another girl. She must have been one of the priestesses of the goddess, for her beauty surpassed any of that she known.
The girl had a mysterious type of beauty. She had a long, wavy metallic black type of hair. She was cloaked in black, holding a red candle; lit. The girl had pale skin, faded rose lips, and the darkest eyes Ather had ever seen.
Ather wanted to be like her. She, herself, had stringy brown hair and dull gray eyes and shaggy figure for a girl her age.
The girl turned to look at her.
Suddenly, the candle went out.
Smoke blew her way and blinded Ather for a second.
When she opened her eyes again, the girl wasn't there.
\My Goddess, Venus, I don't want to do this. She looks so innocent.\
// Didn't you hear her thoughts? She hasn't even met you and she practically worships you. //
\Still\
// Tracyno, Sekhmet, you're the only one. Crystal and Dan are too busy on some other job. Remember, this is for the Balance. //
\Alriight\
// Have you ever questioned me before? //
\Yes.\
// //
\I mean, no, not seriously, at least.\
// Good. Now, go do your job. //
Ather had walked out of the temple, confused. Where had that girl gone? Suddenly, she felt some one tap her on the shoulder. She turned around and saw the cloaked girl.
"Are you Ather?"
Ather stared at her. How'd she know "Yes."
"Okay. My name isCliodna. Meet me at Hecate's Temple when the moon's at her peak."
Ather opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Cliodna walked away, rather quickly. Ather noticed that she seemed to glide with the wind, effortlessly. Deep in her mind, she wondered if Cliodna was some lesser goddess or something.
At the highest point of the moon, midnight, Ather slipped out of her house. Just before she left, she grabbed one of her most valuable possessions: A silver snake bracelet with rubies for eyes. If Cliodna was really a goddess, then she should have some gift.
Soundlessly, Ather ran to Hecate's temple. She saw a light in the temple and hurried towards it. She saw Cliodna leaning against a wall, with some kind of energy ball in her hand. Then she recognized what it was. It was in the myths.
Coldfire.
Ather rushed to her, and kneeled down. "Cliodna, you must be one of the goddesses if you possess the ability to make coldfire."
"Get up," was the cold reply.
Ather got up, but didn't look Cliodna in the eyes.
"Ather, I'm not a goddess. At least, not now."
Ather looked up confused. "Then?"
Cliodna made the coldfire glow brighter. She smiled, her fangs reflecting off the blue flames. "As I said, I'm not a goddess."
Ather backed up. She had never heard of a creature with fangs. Then, a flicker of faint memory lit up in the back of her mind. "Vampire?"
"Very good Ather."
Ather quickly turned around and was about when Cliodna grabbed her hair. She was about scream when the vampire covered her mouth. "Listen to me Ather. My real name is Sekhmet. I'm not from Greece. I've heard the thoughts inside your mind Ather. You want to be like me don't you?"
Ather nodded, weakly.
"Well, let me bite you and you'll be your dreams."
Ather thought of it. Eternal beauty.
"Agree?"
"Ifine."
Sekhmet smiled.
She sank her fangs into Ather's throat and drank her blood. It was nothing compared to those in Egypt, but it was fine.
Ather felt the power rushing to her, as well as words. Ather, you are the link to the Balance in this world, the first of Silver's Bloodline. You will continue to promote more vampires forever. Seek those with much power. But mostly, enjoy your new powers, your new beauty, and forever life.
Ather then began to laugh. To laugh uncontrollably. She laughed until Sekhmet let go and soon, she blacked out.
When she rose again, the moon was far into the west. Ather got up and saw herself in the floor. Instead of stringy brown hair, she had the fine black hair of Sekhmet. She also had the dark, black eyes of the vampire. Ather smiled and licked her fangs. She had become all powerful. New scents and sights greeted her eyes. Ather, the mortal was no more.
Beside her, she found the snake bracelet she was going to offer to Cli-no, Sekhmet. The vampire didn't take it.
That was too bad.
Ather put it on, the last memory of her mortal self.
Then she whisked of into the night.
// Very good Sekhmet. //
\Don't call me that. I'm Tracy once more.\
// Oh. Then, Tracy. //
\Do you think Ather will do her job?\
// Yes. I know she will. //
\Whatever.\
With that, Tracy, the holder of Sekhmet, entered the temple of Hecate once more. She stepped into the fire in the center and disappeared from the realm.
She would return later.
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