Day was gone, replaced with what seemed like endless night. The smoke from the pits filled the skies with the thick, black smoke that flesh gave off. The smell, carried by the wind, was more than most people could stand. The bodies of those unfornate enough to have been bitten were burned in mass fires, and the still living, to stunned, scared, moved about like zombies, like the bodies they were burning.
"Vance. Vance gimme a hand." someone said as he staggered away from the fires. "Hey man, I need help." the voice said again. "We all do." Vance said coldy, walking on numb feet, as far from the life he was in as possible. "They'll get you before you can forget anything, and you'll be at the bottom of that pit tommorow, too." the voice said again. "Hell is hell, with or without flames." Vance mumbled, never looking back.
The first vampires were all woman, except for one. The first born vampires, there were only four in the beggining, had issued a challenge to the human world over national television in England, that was the fall of two-thousand and thirteen. No one listened until the queen and her sons were seen standing, grey and ghastly, next to the first born. Thats when everyone in Europe accepted the challenge. No one who left survived.
A whole nation turned to zombies living only for death, all but one, the secound born vampire, a male. The, now five, vampires moved to Germany, then Russia, and eventualy Canada. All fell with relative ease, to only five vampires. Nothing was effective, bullets, grenades, fire, crosses, stakes, garlic, running water, all failed.
In Canada, a third born vampire arose, this time a woman. She herself took the challenge to the Americas. Mexico, the US, all of South America, band together to fight, after a night of fighting, and thousands of casualties, the US used the nuclear option, completely destroying all of the noth-werstern United States. This, too, failed.
Seeing this, the rest of the world, coupled with every fallen man, woman, and child, assimilated into the undead horde, bowed down, and slaughtered like sheep. Though from the last fight, four vampires were born. These four, somehow, with a greater understanding and will, saw the evil that those before them were spreading, set to fighting the other six. This battle was decades long, and while the vampires fought, the humans rebuilt, and the undead multiplied and mutated.
The humans, preoccupied with the undead, gave no though to the battling vampires, making the mortal mistake of thinking them dead, continued repopulating. After a full hundred years, humanity had made no technical advances, instead only worried about repopulation. Europe, Russia, Germany, all those countries, were firmly undead nations. The rest of the world, excluding the poles, where the fearful and smart, was the livings.
The battle of the vampires, slowly growing more noticable by mortals, was drawing to an end, this was when the prime evil was born. The ten vampires invlolved, were fused by the might of the original male, and were all consumed in this new entity. The prime evil, given the name 'Rey' , challenged the heavens and the bowls of hell. What ensued was what survivors consider that last days of humanity.
Both heaven and hell, armies readied, came forth to do battle on the human plains. God, with his endless waves of shining, silver rimmed, Arch-Angels, and the godly warriors of old, the Paladin, took up arms on the northern side of Europe. Satan and his burning armies of Demons, took position in the south. Humanity, realizing the end was near, sided with whichever side they saw fit, and blindly stepped into the fires.
Rey tore all those who opposed him to smoldering ash. Being the thousands of feet in height, atleast a mile long, resembling a crab, with a human upperbody, and the head of serpent. After all the warriors on each side were burnt to ashes, God came worth, with Gabriel the Arch-Angel, and Satan with a she-demon by the name of 'Rathe', gave the creature Rey a last warning.
Rey, mearly laughing, encased in flames, burning eyes aflame, fought to the end. In the end God and Satan were gone, most likely to another realm or plain to start anew, giving up on this world. Gabriel and Rathe left to govern the world, soon descended to earth. Seeing so much destruction, lost faith in this world to. They bore two children. After their childrens birth they left to seal themselves away in the realms they once new.
The two children were twin sisters. They were born with the collective knowledge of the universe. They too, seeing the evil in the world, sought to live in peace. The scraps of humanity were once again rebuilding. The undead too, were rebuilding, though something was different, sinister. The soul of Rey had been dispersed back into nine souls, which then were born into demi-undeads, the offspring of demons and undead, and began spreading.
The one vampire soul not put to the undead, one of the first born females, was born to the world of the humans. She spread hate through the world of man and divided humanity into halves, one of the dark, one of the light. This created three sides. Undead, Good, and Evil. A Paladin, with his last moments, passed his soul to a son, who passed that power on through the generations. This gave the Good the edge it needed to survive the undead, not enough to fight, but to hold back and remain neutral.
Vance was the offspring of an evil mother and one of the heirs of the Paladin soul. Vance was born in the third dark age since the three sides were formed, in the midst of a battle between the undead and evil humans. His father had died early, and was raised by his mother, who later abandoned him for she saw the light in him.
Vance, now seventeen, had seen so much hate and evil, he grew weary of life, though plodded on, for something pulled at his soul, guiding him. He awoke, from the dream in which he had remembered the fires, and looked around to see a room. A white room with a small lamp in the corner and a window in the wall through which he could see the shades of black that meant night.
Vance slid his out from the bed and got to his feet. Not thinking of anything but his past, he leaned against the wall next to the window and could see the city, sprawling out toward the horizon. A sense of peace filled him, though a thought creapt into his mind. A thought of something elusive, something he couldnt describe or explain. Just as he began to think into it there was a knock at the door.
"Yes?" Vance said standing up straight. "I am with the New World Vanguard. My name is Lanette, may I come in?" the female voice responded. Vance, feeling something in the voice, moved toward the door and unlatched it. The door opened and an ocean of blue filled his eyes. He was lost in the calm blue of the womans eyes, he stood there numbly, barely aware of anything.
After standing in place stupidly for what was atleast a minute, Lanette moved into the room more and waved her hand slowly in front of her face. Vance, now aware of how foolish he must have looked, slowly ran his fingers through his hair and stepped back as Lanette entered, closing the door behind her.
As Lanette moved toward the window, Vance couldnt help but feel as if he knew those eyes. "You are Vance, no?" Lanette said, turning. Vance was once again washed in the warm blue of the womans eyes, though this time he wasnt mesmerised, instead, perplexed as to were he knew them from. "Yes, thats me." Vance replied, accostomed to not revealing more information than he had to.
"You are very special to us." Lanette said upfront. "Your blood flows with the spirit of an ancient good. We need the power of that spirit to help us battle the forces of evil and the undead." She continued. "I live for myself, you can forget me helping anyone. I owe a debt to the man who brought me here, though I owe no one else anything." with that Vance pushed Lanette aside to look out the window. "We'll see." With that, Lanette left and the door closed with a click.
The city slept restlessly below him, yet Vance felt at ease. Something about those eyes, those eyes...
