Sins of the Father
Prolog:
Return of the Father
From the high walls of their once great home and pair of blazing red eyes stared at the creature that entered. It walked slowly, looking around this ruined citadel as if pondering over an old home. Thinking about it. It turned to look back at the way it came in. Then back again as it headed forward to another clan's territory.
Rehael never in his long life had seen a being like this before. The thing was blue in color, with short black hair. Its body seemed to have been eroded away, but the thing still thrived. It had no gut and it's ribs shown though. Form the size and shape of it, Rehael guested it must have once been male. The thing was a vampire. He could tell by the three fingered hands that ended in sharp cruel claws and by its two towed feet. Only scant cloth bided around it's wrists and ankles. Two tattered pieces of clothe, or was it flesh hung from the beast's lower back and fell around the bakes of its knees. A cowl covered its face from the bridge of its nose and went down mid-chest. The markings on the cloth looked like tears that came from its glowing eyes. Rehael thought the markings looked as if he had seen it before. He just couldn't place where.
The creature jumped as two Dumean vampires stepped out.
Rehael flatted himself upon the ledged where he sat. Rehael, no longer fledgling, knew that he, himself could never bring one down. As so did the rest of his brothers. That is why they hid here and only to ventured out at night to feed and gather blood. Since the time of the great massacre, they have always hid. Since the time of Rehael's lord and father, Raziel's murder, they have always been in hiding, waiting. Waiting for their lord's return. But after the disappearance of the great lord Kain, things had become easer.
The creature stood its ground and flexed its claws. It meant business. It was poised and ready to kill. The Dumean vampires lunged, throwing their full body weight at the blue creature. It slashed at them to no avail. It was a losing battle and the thing knew it. It stunned them, ran to the great stair, and pried a polearm off the wall. The creature used it to impale the weaken and stunned vampires. The thing didn't feed like any normal vampire. It grabbed the cloth around its face and pulled it down. The creature had no jaw! It stood there inhaling deeply for some time, then replace the cloth and moved on.
As soon as the creature was out of sight, Rehael spread his long arms and opened his wings. He leaped from his perch and glided down to the blood rich corpses. Many followed him. Blood was rare and none would miss a chance to drink their fill. They bit into the bodies, sucked the wounds, and a few licked the ground with their long tongues. Even with this gift of food they would still need to go out at dusk. Rehael knew this, but he still drank till no more would fit. This feeling of fullness, a new sensation, would not be his last from this day forth.
As Raziel walked toward Melchiah's clan territory, never once did he hear the flapping of wings or the enjoyment of the feast he brought. All he thought was vengeance and the death of his youngest brother would be the start.
If Raziel knew where this road would take him, he might not have accepted the Elder God's offer. If hate lead to suffering, Raziel would suffer dearly. But suffering most often lead to love, and in turn a new understanding of life. A new life is what he would find and all the pain that came with it. The Abyss was nothing to what he would endure.