Title: My Sky Is Darker Than Thine
Author: Razielim Vampiress
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Finally cleaned up and given a title, I give you a scribble in the perspective of my own little Razielim, Raina. This is probably the result of me listening to too much Atreyu, but oh well lol. I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think!
I feel the Thirst welling up inside of me again, the want for blood growing stronger and stronger each passing minute. At the moment, though, it seems that nothing can pull me out of my thoughts... I look up to the forever-darkened sky and wonder what it once looked like before the Corruption, before the Turelim clan's gargantuan smokestacks blacked out our world with their continuous belching of smoke into the air, the non-stop pollution that makes the human cattle's eyes burn, their every wheezing breath wracked with pain as the poison seeps into their lungs.
I lean against the marble wall of the deserted main courtyard in a seemingly relaxed pose, gazing up at the sky like a disoriented dreamer, imagining what Nosgoth once was; The sun, as wretched as it is, beautifully contrasting against a clear blue sky and white wispy clouds, or the lovely Luna, illuminating the darkness with her ghost-white glow, accompanied by a vast majority of stars spread across the sapphire sky like diamonds.
What do I know, though? By comparison to my brothers and sisters in arms, I am still just a fledgling. My sky has always been dark, and always will be. I've never once seen a wild animal, or what could still be called a 'living' plant, outside the walls of the Razielim Keep. The surrounding wasteland contrasts greatly with the clans' great cities. The high walls are the only barrier separating our little oasis from the harsh blasted earth beyond.
I've always wondered what the old Nosgoth was like. I know it could not always have been so dead. It must have been teeming with life once, before Lord Kain's rise to power. I shouldn't say such things about my emperor. He brought our kind back from the brink of extinction, put the humans in their rightful place at last, paved the way for a new aeon. But if the rumors are true, it's his fault that the world is as it is now. Not that I have any room to state my opinion on the matter. I'm only a handful of decades old and I don't know of anything other than what I have. Can't miss what you've never known, right?
I can't help but imagine, though, what Nosgoth would look like with a clear night sky. What the lush grass would feel like beneath my still-human feet as I chase the evening's prey; the clean, fresh air whipping against my face as I finally tackle them to the ground and sink my fangs deep into their flesh, drinking in the warm, bittersweet blood of a human from an uncorrupted world. Of course, I wouldn't drain them completely. I never was a devourer of death, preferring to watch them fade into a calm stupor before slipping into the ether completely, all on their own.
I wince and clutch my stomach, nearly double over as the sharp pain in my center grows; I must feed, now. How distracting an insomniac's daydreams can be. I push away from the wall and make my way out of the courtyard, down the back staircase toward the blood cellars. Before I slip through the intricately carved archway, I turn to look one last time at the blanketed sky, blocking out a sun that could burn me back into Oblivion. I snort lightly. Reality really bites, and no, that isn't a metaphor.