London 1599 Samoht was just finishing the preparation to the ritual. This would change his life forever, the pentagram was ready. The pentagram was made out of salt to protect him from the evil he is going to summon.

Samoht has been practising witchcraft for four years, he was now eighteen. His father caught him practising and threatened to report him to the Town Square. Samoht knew he was too young to die and begged his farther to reconsider his farther gave him two days to stop the witchcraft or he will report him. Samoht decided not to give up but he will die if he doesn't. Samoht decided to something any sane warlock or witch wouldn't do, he is going to raise the devil to earth for a few minutes. The spell had to be done on midnight, other wise he wouldn't arrive.

Samoht had all the ingredients ready. He had red wine for the blood of God, newt eyes, darkness herbs and his own blood. Darkness herbs are herbs that only grow in darkness, very rare and only those who practise witchcraft can see it.

Samoht's plan is to sell his soul to the devil for Immortality. Samoht doesn't want to die yet. Samoht placed the pot in the centre of the pentagram and poured in the Red Wine, then placed the newt eyes inside. While putting in the herbs, he said the spell words. "Lord of darkness, leader of all that is unholy hear my prey. Rise to come before me, in the name of your worshipers, come before me." Samoht cut his hand with a knife and let the blood drip into the mixture. "Except my blood as an invitation, open the gates of hell and face me."

Then a blinding light came out of the pot and made a circle of fire outside the pentagram. A strong wind followed and all the candles went out. The circle of fire had disappeared. All there was is now darkness; it is like Samoht isn't in his house any more.

Samoht could hear a breathing noise in front of him, no, all around him. "Why has thou brought me to the earth, just to confined me within this circle. Why?" "I'm sorry, I only need to talk to you for at least ten minutes. I have a deal to make with thee." Samoht replied.

Samoht was nervous; he was one to one with the devil himself. Samoht never really felt nervous, he used magic to calm himself. The easy way out. Samoht always took an easy way out. Like right now for instant, selling his soul. His father wouldn't approve, as his father was a priest. "A deal, with me. What is the deal you wish to make with me?"

Samoht Replied. "I have been threatened by my own father to give up Witchcraft or die. I need your help dark one."

The devil only laughed. "My help. You're nothing but a mortal. I don't care for your species. You practised witchcraft and there is a price for everything. You waste my time Mortal."

"Wait, I'm offering my soul for immortality." Samoht told the devil. Again the Devil laughed.

"Mortal, if you are immortal you can't die and your soul will not leave your body if you are alive. You will be getting something free. Nothing is free. You still waste my time."

Samoht was thinking fast, his heart was pumping harder than ever, he was sweating despite the fact it was very cold. He couldn't let him leave when he was this far. Samoht was thinking, "What is immortal, or close to being immortal. A demon, but what kind. Something that, would use magic to help him through tough times. A Vampire, of course."

"Wait my lord. A Vampire is immortal is it not?" Samoht asked.

"Vampires are just as fragile as humans. Vampires die in sunlight, fire, garlic, and a stake to the heart, drinking holy water and decapitation. Vampires are not immortal. They die easily aswell. You still waste my time."

Samoht had almost given up; there was no way to convince him. "Wait, um, Ah, I read in a book that there were two rings made to give Vampires immunity. I only remember one of them, the Ring of Santae." How could he have forgotten the Ring of Santae? A Vampire who knew witchcraft by the name of Santae made it. The records of the Vampire are limited and Santae was said to have burned the records of the spell used. Then one day, the ring fell from his finger in sunlight, the slayer at the time sent the ring to Hell.

Samoht had a good chance in getting hold of this ring as the Devil has possession of it. "Ah, the Ring of Santae. One of my prized possessions. You want me to trade this," The devil put his hand in front of Samoht. Samoht couldn't see its skin. He could only see a ring with a bright red crystal in the centre. The rest was made of gold with an ancient language written along it. Samoht could translate the language as it's in one of his spell books. The language didn't have a name. It was the oldest language. It's just known as "Old Tongue". It said (Translated):

"All who wear this ring, will suffer the curse of Eternal Damnation."

"And make you a vampire in exchange for you soul?" The devil asked while putting the ring out of view.

Samoht didn't think twice about what the answer is. "Yes." Replied Samoht. There was a silence; Samoht could tell the Devil was considering his offer. The more he waited, the more impatient Samoht got. Samoht was thinking of the history that he would get to see the countries he would visit. He would live a long and happy life. "Well mortal. I have decided to accept your offer. I will use dark magic to make sure the ring stays attached to your finger forever. As you intend to stay alive forever, if for any reason you do happen to die, you will get your soul back. You will also come back to life as a Vampire if you die." The Devil offered.

Samoht thought it sounded very fair. How could he refuse? "I accept those terms, so it's a deal." Samoht replied.

The hand came out again, "All you have to do is take my hand, and you will fall asleep, when you wake when the sun rises, you will be wearing the ring and you will be a vampire. Take my hand, or I'll never offer you this chance again." The devil ordered.

Samoht was scared and exited. He wouldn't die; he would be happy and live- forever. Samoht slowly stretched out his hand, shaking and breathing hard. He got closer and closer until, the hands met. Samoht watched as the ring was placed on his ring finger, then a glow, to say the spell had been activated. Then pain.

Samoht was getting weaker, he could hardly breath, no, he couldn't breath. He body started to go tingly and numb. He tried to call out, say he changed his mind. He couldn't say anything. Samoht knew he wasn't falling asleep, he was dying. He could hardly hear, but he heard the devil say, "Fool." Then there was darkness; he couldn't fell a thing, nothing. He didn't know where he was. He only knew it was Eternal, like the ring said.

Samoht woke the next morning, no longer a human, no longer with a soul. He is now a demon, a Vampire. Samoht looked at his finger; the ring of Santae was till there. Samoht pulled on the ring, stuck tight. The devil's spell worked. Samoht felt stronger than ever before, but he was hungry. He placed his hand into the sunlight, it didn't burn at all. A smile widened across his face, his soul was a fool. He asked that he wouldn't die, but he has died. The demon has now taken over his body. The demon was now immortal.

There was a knock at the door, "Come in." Samoht said.

The door opened, it was Samoht's father. "Thomas, this is your last chance. Give up the dark arts or I'll turn you in.," ordered his father.

Samoht only smiled, then he laughed an evil laugh. His father looked a little shocked from Samoht's reaction. Samoht always did as his father said with no arguments, so Samoht's father was a little taken back by this. "Remember gods law, honour Th."

"Mother and father, I remember all your talk of god and his laws. How bored I used to get. Well I have one thing to say Father."

His father looked in surprise at this again. He never taught his son to talk to him like this; Thomas was always a good boy till he practised witchcraft. It was like it wasn't his son at all. "What's that son?" His father said.

"Shut up." Then his father's mouth was sewed together. "I summoned the devil last night, father. He was here in this very room father while you slept. Your idiot son summoned him to sale his soul." His father tried to run out. "Freeze." He ordered. His father froze on the spot. "Your son was afraid to die you know. His soul is now in the pits of hell, suffering eternal torment and torture. All because of you." Samoht told his father.

He couldn't feel guiltier, he caused his own son to sell his soul, and he killed his own son. He never intended of turning him in, it was just a threat to make him give up. Now he made his own son sell his soul to the worst thing to sell it too.

"You know what he sold his soul for?" Samoht asked his father. "No? He sold it for eternal life, as a Vampire." He morphed into his Vampire face. He showed his father his ring. "This ring will protect me from anything that can harm a Vampire. So I'm immortal, and hungry."

Samoht went straight for the neck and drank the blood from his father. "Watch out world, I'm coming to take over." Samoht then laughed an evil laugh that would be heard throughout the ages.