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A slightly swinging motion slowly brought her back to the waking world.
'Huh?Wha? Mother? Father?' Her eyes blinked awake as she took in the surroundings of the darkened room about her. The cage she was in was some type of old metal, she have never seen such a kind in her life so she guessed it to be old by the way it was built. The bars twisted and curved to make a beautiful central bar. Beautiful and deathly at once.
She gave a small sigh as she glanced around again. From what she could tell the minimal light came from a nearly dead fire in the middle of the room. The embers glowing comforting against the black background seemed out of place to her. With further inspection she noticed murals on the walls. One of a human man with about three Ancients behind him. He looked vaguely familiar to her.
'Vorador?'
She looked away from that picture to a mural of a young and beautiful woman. Long black hair flowed from a golden crown and her skin shown brightly against a dark blue. She sat there many minutes wondering where she had seen these woman before it hit her like a hammer.
'My mother?'
And indeed it was Lorina, dressed like a princess or royal of some kind. Delila looked over her mother's face slowly.
'You must have been just created. You looked so happy. What made you hate your creator so?'
She turned in the cage to look at the other wall hoping to see another picture. The picture startled her. She had been told by Vorador many times that Razor and her father never got along. But in this painting it clearly showed a friendship between the two. Her father dressed in elegant white and gold and Razor with the very same tunic and pants but only black and silver. She also noted that her father must have been younger also when this was painted for he had long hair, not near as long as Kain's but long enough to touch the top of his shoulders. A golden band of sorts was around his head, holding the hair back from his perfectly crafted face.
'My father also? What does Razor have with all of this? Why all of these murals and pictures of my family if my father and mother have never met since before Vorador introduced them?'
She tilted her head to gaze at the last painting. Unlike the other pictures this one was freshly painted, maybe only a few years old unlike the others. Her eyes looked over the features of a elegant vampire noble. Snow white hair pulled back with a silver crown that looked to be made of ice on top of a proud head. A ice blue gown pooled around her with slits up the sides to mid thigh. The gown hugged the woman's curves to show them off perfectly while silver cuffs encircled the slender wrists. The woman looked to be a proud but kind woman but it was hard tell in the light.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
Delila gasped and turned to the voice.
"Razor! What do you have me here for?"
Razor simply ignored her and walked to the painting. He looked it over for a minute or two before he made his way to the door once again.
"You will find out soon enough little one. In the time until then why don't you take a closer look at that woman in the picture." And with that he strode from the room the door closing and locking behind him.
She stared at the door then looked back at the picture to see anything that she missed about the royal vampire within. At the bottom she noticed a destintly dark colored writing.
'It's blood... they written the words in blood.' She looked at the strange symbols carefully.
"Alright. That one means Queen the other vampire. I believe the middle symbol of the line was 'of'. Queen of Vampire. No that don't sound right. Queen of the Vampires."
She looked slightly confused as she glanced up then slowly her eyes widen until she fainted and fell lightly to the floor of the cage. Her own ice blue eyes looked down at her prone form.
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A slightly swinging motion slowly brought her back to the waking world.
'Huh?Wha? Mother? Father?' Her eyes blinked awake as she took in the surroundings of the darkened room about her. The cage she was in was some type of old metal, she have never seen such a kind in her life so she guessed it to be old by the way it was built. The bars twisted and curved to make a beautiful central bar. Beautiful and deathly at once.
She gave a small sigh as she glanced around again. From what she could tell the minimal light came from a nearly dead fire in the middle of the room. The embers glowing comforting against the black background seemed out of place to her. With further inspection she noticed murals on the walls. One of a human man with about three Ancients behind him. He looked vaguely familiar to her.
'Vorador?'
She looked away from that picture to a mural of a young and beautiful woman. Long black hair flowed from a golden crown and her skin shown brightly against a dark blue. She sat there many minutes wondering where she had seen these woman before it hit her like a hammer.
'My mother?'
And indeed it was Lorina, dressed like a princess or royal of some kind. Delila looked over her mother's face slowly.
'You must have been just created. You looked so happy. What made you hate your creator so?'
She turned in the cage to look at the other wall hoping to see another picture. The picture startled her. She had been told by Vorador many times that Razor and her father never got along. But in this painting it clearly showed a friendship between the two. Her father dressed in elegant white and gold and Razor with the very same tunic and pants but only black and silver. She also noted that her father must have been younger also when this was painted for he had long hair, not near as long as Kain's but long enough to touch the top of his shoulders. A golden band of sorts was around his head, holding the hair back from his perfectly crafted face.
'My father also? What does Razor have with all of this? Why all of these murals and pictures of my family if my father and mother have never met since before Vorador introduced them?'
She tilted her head to gaze at the last painting. Unlike the other pictures this one was freshly painted, maybe only a few years old unlike the others. Her eyes looked over the features of a elegant vampire noble. Snow white hair pulled back with a silver crown that looked to be made of ice on top of a proud head. A ice blue gown pooled around her with slits up the sides to mid thigh. The gown hugged the woman's curves to show them off perfectly while silver cuffs encircled the slender wrists. The woman looked to be a proud but kind woman but it was hard tell in the light.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
Delila gasped and turned to the voice.
"Razor! What do you have me here for?"
Razor simply ignored her and walked to the painting. He looked it over for a minute or two before he made his way to the door once again.
"You will find out soon enough little one. In the time until then why don't you take a closer look at that woman in the picture." And with that he strode from the room the door closing and locking behind him.
She stared at the door then looked back at the picture to see anything that she missed about the royal vampire within. At the bottom she noticed a destintly dark colored writing.
'It's blood... they written the words in blood.' She looked at the strange symbols carefully.
"Alright. That one means Queen the other vampire. I believe the middle symbol of the line was 'of'. Queen of Vampire. No that don't sound right. Queen of the Vampires."
She looked slightly confused as she glanced up then slowly her eyes widen until she fainted and fell lightly to the floor of the cage. Her own ice blue eyes looked down at her prone form.
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