So I believe this is the third time that I've tried to put this up.*sighs*.well, this is going to be quite interesting, seeing what's going to happen and all. I will try my best to keep this all together and not to bore you.with that.have fun with it, and you can make it however you want. If you want to use any characters that are in the coming chapters, they are at your disposal.just.cite me.or.something along those lines.erm.yeah.have fun.

P r o l o g u e : R e b i r t h

The mist flowed silently, like great curtains, caught suddenly by a small breeze. The boat cut the black water with out a sound. The smell of salt was in the air, and the wind sung a mournful dirge. The grey fog wrapped around the boat like a thick blanket. Then he saw it, a great, dark, looming shape that etched its image in the sky. As he came closer the shape of turrets and towers seemed to form themselves there. It was an immense castle where no light shone save a menacing red moon casting its envious gaze on the great structure.

When the boat finally touched the island, Ortega gingerly climbed out of the boat. He was a tall, dark skinned man-wolf with long unkempt hair tied back. He wore dark crimson pants that were worn from use and wore traditional white paint on his chest. He sniffed the air and scanned the area with his gold eyes. It wasn't long to the dark castle. He walked along the dark, listening to the wind with his sensitive ears.

Ortega was one of the "Man-wolves" who had sealed away their great powers to help the humans when they were needing protection from the cold and starvation. Ortega never really liked the humans that much. He though that they were just taking advantage of his race, making them do all the work.

Although, close friend and near brother, Cornell, had thought otherwise. Cornell and Ortega had hunted the humans in the past together with the rest of their pack. Together, they were the best of friends. No one could separate them.

Until that fateful day...

Ortega closed his eyes and clenched his fists briefly. He had wished that small infant girl to hell. That was the moment when Cornell chose to stay and help the humans. Ortega quickly opened his eyes and ground his teeth. Now he and Cornell were sworn enemies.

"Why are you waiting?"

Ortega turned round to see an elderly gentleman wearing a violet suit. His skin was the color of smoke and his eyes were a cold, dark green. The man seemed to float as he came closer to Ortega. "You know the way already, man-wolf,"

Ortega stared up at the blood-red moon. Was this the right thing to do? He would be risking the lives of many others, but nothing seemed to matter now. Getting revenge was the only message in his mind now, but he would have to plan it carefully. Ortega knew Cornell only too well. Somehow, he would have to find Cornell's weakness, but now was not the time.

Ortega drew in a breath and then turned back to gentleman.

"I was hoping you would show me, Gills de Rais,"

Gills nodded then his pointed ears twitched close to the castle. The gentleman in the purple suit smiled, then flexed his fangs.

"My prince is calling me. Come, we must hurry."

Ortega merely nodded then began to follow him. They were walking the remnants of the bridge. Something was telling him that this wasn't right. Some small voice in the back of his head. Ortega ignored it and continued walking. Gills obviously knew of a shortcut, because in less than a few minutes, they both were standing in front of the castle's gate. The portcullis raised slowly and they both stepped through. Ortega stopped walking as the portcullis came down. 'No turning back now,' Ortega thought and Gilles beckoned him further inside.

The place was immensely dark and filled with a rank odor. He saw that there was another portcullis in front of them. If it were down, it would have formed a hallway. There were two doors, one to the left and one to the right. A portcullis was in front of them, whereupon they both entered a large room with two pillars on either side and a faint pungency caught his nose. Ortega knew what it was all too well. The odor of death. He had been accustomed to it, so it didn't affect him much. He watched Gilles, with what light was left in the room. It seemed to make him happier to be in this place. Then Gilles turned round and looked at him with those cold, empty eyes, "You must stay here until I send for you."

"But what of..."

Gilles looked around, flexing his fangs, "Oh don't worry, man-wolf. You'll meet the prince of darkness soon enough. Just stay here until I send for you."

Gills began to leave out of the other gate. Ortega called out after him, "How will I know?"

Gills turned to look at him. He had a look of unsureness about him. "You will."

The portcullis lowered and as Ortega looked for him through the gate, Gilles was gone.

Ortega shook his head, 'So...here is some goddamned test that I will endure for...how ever the hell long.'

Ortega lay back on one of the walls. He hadn't slept for days it seemed. Ortega was going to watch if any creatures would lurk in. His vision became blurred. Ortega tried to shake it off, but it got the better of him. Soon Ortega was in the thick folds of grey sleep.