Title: Blade: Hellbound

Written by: Seph2k2

Author Notes: The Doomsday Saga final version. This is another version of if featuring Blade and only Blade for those of you who were disappointed (as well as a new sidekick duo of mine, which are only used for part of the story).

Chapter summary: A trio of Russian vampire supremacists, called the Death Trio, obtain an ancient artifact which can open the floodgates to the ancient underground Temple of Doom, and unleash the ultimate evil which lay bundled up inside of it...

Chapter 1: Speak of the Devil

It was the year 2052, the age where Mankind was befaced by a hero, a hero unlike any other. The age where one man, one mission, one soul.. made all the difference, one man... who made amends meet, one man... who rid the world of it's darkest and most sensational fear as, they who torture the minds of the innocent, preying on their fear, and making their worst nightmares a reality, one at a time, at a time which the Dead feast on the minds and souls of the living, that is, until they met their maker, and all Evil would disintegrate into nothing more than a thing of the past... an Evil past. The Daywalker, Eric Brooks, AKA "Blade." He's fought their Gods, battled their demons, and now he's met their maker. He's done it all...

But now, he must do it... all over again. Now, he must face their Master. He must unleash Hell... if he is to survive it.

It had been a long summer day. A sunswept evening sky lurked high above the long set boundaries of Los Angeles. Millions of cars in the form of a mere colored tint of red and orange could be seen roaming through the busy streets of LA from a view. It was clear that the city was looming with activity in and out. Nothing became of it but a metropolitan crash site, which sparked the controversy of whether or not something dangerous lurked somewhere deep inside of it...

...or out.

From somewhere very far out, there lurked a sedated valley, of anything but minds and spirits of the dead, as well as a select few others stepping through it's barren presence, Pavel, Alexei, and Sergei, three Russian vampire familiars. Nothing composed of it but a road and an empty field of soil surrounding it from both sides. One managed to carry the ancient artifact in his hands, Pavel, the Key to Hell's Graveyard—an ancient key with a jewel of a demon seal attached onto the far end of it—just as they began their conversation.

"Pavel!" Alexei called out. "why have you the Key?"

"Because his spirit rests with mine," Pavel replied. "His merciless will can carry us to salvation."

"Impurity is out of the question!" Sergei exclaimed. "There is but one ghost, one shadow, one soul. That ghost is sworn to endanger us all."

"No one dies tonight," Pavel instituted. "or someone will be paying the price... the price of death."

Pavel lingered forward, alongside the rest of the Trio, over to a random grave built into the ground. No one had the slightest clue as to whom it may have belonged, or as to where it may have led to. It was a grave without it's tombstone, with not but a horizontally-sliding stone coveting the soil beneath it's rocky and stumbling presence. Encrypted onto it was a seal with an icon, an icon resembling a key, a key which only they wielded. Pavel slowly knelt down beside of the barren grave, placing the key through the icon/seal. An array of bright yellow began to glare over it in an aurora of pure light essence, gleaming more or less as the sliding stone began to create an opening underground. Deep underground, there lay a small staircase. Throughout this staircase lay an apprehensibly dark and unforeseeable temple plagued with hazeous clouds of pale white fog which blinded their path beneath . They took the odd man's way out—or in—and followed the staircase leading into it, together.

Upon their blinded entrance, they were guided with the light glare of the flash light which guided each of them through. They manually flashed them from side to side, from wall to wall, expecting to be awaited by a predominant force lying somewhere deep within it's murky, shallow contents.

"Where are we?" Alexei questioned he who it may have concerned.

"Inside the ancient Temple of Doom," Pavel answered him. "It's contents are the end of our lies as we once knew."

"Or are they just beginning?" Sergei questioned in complete disturbance.

"Yes," Alexei sought after. "...the beginning of the end..."

Once passed their final word, they slowly proceeded throughout the fog-laden path towards the very end, with an altar and a Holy Grail and window to it's side. Pavel very gently approached it, with an intent to summon a demon unlike any other...

When he surpassed the end of the fog trail, he came through with the Holy Grail in hand. He gently placed it upon the altar, awaiting an end result.

They were seeing more or less the same as from up above, only more tempting...

A mere shadow appointed them mere moments later, which lay very far from plain sight at this point in time.

With the alteration of a highly overtoned, sadistic voice which rattled throughout the far end walls of the temple, which shook each one of them with parallel fright...

"At last..." the deeply sadistic, sensational voice rattled. "the end of your lives have come into fruition... may you drown within the emptiness that are your lost souls, dear Mortals."

"Sir, we have come to offer you a truce," Pavel sincerely proclaimed. "No one man can come into recognition the failure of your past son, Drake, but our prey itself."

"And am I right to assume," the self-proclaimed "Phenom" proposed. "that your prey is that of my own?"

"Y-y-yes," Pavel stuttered in just fear. "The Daywalker is out to diminish the kind you have once saved, the humble and loyal vampires."

"Does he have a name," Phenom asked him. "besides the one he implores to make for himself?"

"Yes, Master Phenom," Pavel responded. "the so-called 'Blade'. He's out there, desperate and willing to tarnish your most beloved species, and only we hold the viable solution... and that is you. Your everlasting spirit can help retain us of our truce natures."

"Natures!" Phenom responded back oddly and harshly. "It is in your nature... to bring back the peace we have once sought after... by bringing back the grand coalition of the Dead, and only by doing so, shall we achieve such. Only through me can they be revived, and only through my will and grace can they live to see the day... the day in which the Mortals shall meet their makers! Now, are we into agreement that this is the beginning of the end for Blade and his Mortal has-beens?"

"Yes, Master Phenom," Pavel accepted. "Blade will learn to one day accomplish his true purpose... and that is to serve you."

"Good," Phenom collaborated. "with you guided under my wing, and with the revival of the Dead imminent... failure is out of the question."

With those last words in mind, as well as Phenom's final parting gift straight from Hell, the rendition of the devious events to come have been written in stone...

It would only be a matter of time now...

TBC