This chapter is dedicated to The one The only

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Silverspectre

(now we're even:))

The society of Black Rose was created by one of the less known characters of magical history. Although his name was lost in time some historians call him the Watcher. He was born somewhere in the land which now is known as Germany in the times of Merlin.

Times then weren't very peaceful in the world. Constant wars between Vampires and werewolves which always took great casualties not only from both sides but also from muggle or wizarding population since both sides needed to replenish their ranks, muggle wars between richer lords and kings who only seem to seek more power and riches than they already have, conflicts between wizards and goblins which usually ended in bloody massacres and so on. In other words, the world was one fucked up place to be.

And this man understood that in this world you either serve someone and die or you force others to serve you. Since he had no wish to go fight for someone else and he didn't have nor power or status to make others serve him he decided that he must that live a normal life but with means to protect himself. There is a period of his life that we do not know what he did or how but what we do now that after couple of decades he has found a way to summon these… beings from plain between dimensions and started teaching others who shared his views about the world. At fist there were little of them but as their numbers grew all kind of rules were created for those who wanted to enter this society.

Soon enough they became very powerful force due to their political and financial strength. They stayed this way for a long time after death of Merlin, but as the world began to change with foundations of governments and Ministries of Magic they began to disappear do to the fact that there was no need for them to continue existing. And as order spread and battles were began to be fought in offices and not in the battlefields (with occasional exceptions) they faded away into the past.

Thought there was one thing that the last of the leaders did. As all of their sanctuaries have been destroyed so no one could uncover their secrets he ordered to keep one intact… just in case.

But no one except for original members knew that and where it was. But that doesn't stop those long dead members to write about it. And as they know that these books will not find their way into hands of mortals they gladly do so when asked by Death… Not like they don't have time or anything.

And today after so many years the knowledge of this society will be used once more.

Russia.

Somewhere in Ural…

"God I hate this weather!" Said Raziel standing on the peak on one of many mountains and looking at the map in his hands. "Why can't this last sanctuary be located somewhere else? Preferably in somewhere Caribbean…" He asked still looking at the map.

Powerful wind fluttered his cloak and blindfold as (again) concentrated in search for any magical aura that would help him locate The Sanctuary. And after a couple of minutes of searching he (again) found nothing. After completely not understanding the map he decided to search for Sanctuary simply by extending his senses. And as it was proved in the last hour that was also a grand failure.

And Raziel would have already gone home if not the fact that somewhere along the edge of his senses there was a faint spark of some very old and powerful aura. It lasted only a second and was very far but he could tell that it defiantly wasn't human. The darker the colors of the auras were the more powerful the dark being was. And this one was darker than most of the population in hell.

To say that Raziel was interested would be an understatement. He without thinking dove down the cliff he was standing on in the direction of the spark. He was near the ground when black wing apparently made out of smoke spread from his back and he pulled up avoiding the ground. He put all of his energy and concentration in flying and searching for that… whatever it was.

As he was speeding thru the mountains he felt another flash of the same aura directly to his left. This time it was closer but thru all of that concentration Raziel didn't feel that between him and that being there is a mountain. So he made a quick left and hit the mountain head on. But surprisingly when he stopped seeing rainbows and unicorns he understood that he wasn't dead which he should have been since even he couldn't survive without head.

After further examination he understood that it wasn't an edge of a mountain he hit, it was a wooden door which once has been thick and strong but due to time and poor weather conditions it was barely staying in place. 'Well not anymore' Raziel thought.

He was about to go back to look for that mysterious aura again when it hit him that he was standing in a hall which had drawings of rose all over the place. After quick examination he concluded that he was indeed in the Sanctuary which he was looking for but now he was standing in the middle of a dilemma. One, he could go deeper and explore it and maybe find some hints how to summon these beings, or two, he could go look for source of that mysterious aura. There was one bad thing about this choice thought. No matter which option he chose the other would become unavailable.

If he chose to stay here there was no doubt that mysterious eee… thing would be gone by the end of his little expedition. And if he chose to chase after it he probably won't find a way back because this place and absolutely no magic to it and all the mountains really looked the same.

After a couple of seconds of intensive thinking he decided on the first option. And while cleaning his cloak from the mixture of snow, mud, dust and his own blood he turned around and went deeper into the cave.

Raziel had to admit that whoever build this place had a very good taste. The place was lighted by torches which are old but still going strong when he lit them. All the place was marble and despite the layer of dust that has been formed here over the years looked quite beautiful. Walls weren't decorated but had had paintings carved into them. It had paintings of all the greatest wars that were thought throughout the existence of this society. And the further you went the older they were. Harry couldn't stop himself from stopping a couple of times and admiring the work. 'Whoever made this was a truly magnificent artist.' He thought while going thru the carvings with his hands.

Shaking himself from thoughts about art he concentrated on his goal. So he went on and after a couple of minutes of walking he finally reached another door which was in far better condition. And maybe the fact that they were metal helped a bit. It was colored in silver with big black rose drawn in the middle. As far as he could tell it was sealed and had no handles.

'Like that will stop me.' He thought with a smirk.

He tried to extend his senses towards the door but found it blocked by some sort of strange magic that he never felt before. But he hasn't spent a couple of hours in this cold and defiantly unpleasant weather jus to go home empty-handed. He raised his hand and drew a rune on the door which started shining green when he was finished. Then with a smirk he turned around and started walking away. As he did the rune started changing color and from green it slowly began to turn yellow and then red. While walking away Raziel slowly counted from ten to one and when he reached one the rune turned blood red and the exploded blasting the door open.

With an evil smile he turned around and walked thru the smoking door. The sight that greeted him was breathtaking. There was a huge room that could put main hall of Hogwarts to shame. As the entrance corridor it was also marble but now with silver lines all around the room, huge black curtains hug on the walls with different runes on each. Raziel counted that there were a dozen of curtains and therefore dozen different runes in a language that he remembered was called spiritual or something similar. On the corners of the room there were huge stoves which had bowls with coal in them and it provided the light.

There were a couple of doors which were hidden from sight in far corners of the room but things that caught Raziels attention were writings on the floor in ancient English mixed with the same spiritual runes and that all the silver lines on the walls went into one big rune on the floor positioned in the middle of writings.

Suddenly temperature of the room dropped as Sebastian flew from the darkest corner of the room and landed on one of the stoves watching Raziel with those piercing blue eyes.

'Damn bird!' Raziel thought. 'He knew were to look for this place!' But Sebastian looked at him with a look that clearly said 'you didn't ask!'

But deciding to give a peace of his mind to the damn bird later he stepped forward to read the ancient English text carved on the floor. When he started reading the text it seemed that it was some kind of poem that didn't rime or a song of some kind but he wasn't sure. As he read he didn't notice that he was already standing on the rune right in the middle of the room. He didn't notice Sebastian making a small cut in the end of his wing and throwing a drop of blood on one of silver lines on the floor. He didn't hear as walls started whispering the same lines that he was reading and didn't see curtains being moved by non existent wind.

What he did notice was that he could no longer move his legs. They were stuck to that weird rune on the floor. When he tried to reach for his wand he noticed that he wasn't stuck, no the rune was pulling him to the floor. And the longer he waited to more powerful the pull was. The whispers of the walls grew louder and Raziel began to panic. 'What the fuck is going on' the pull was so powerful that he couldn't remain standing so he dropped on one knee palms touching the ground. But it didn't stop there, the whispers grew louder and louder until he could not hear his own thoughts. All his mind shields were ripped apart, and his body weakened so that he could not resist. And when he could do noting no more the pull instead of stopping increased a little bit but this time it wasn't pulling his body, it was pulling magic out of his body. And it did come out in a form of grey smoke slowly leaving his body and entering the rune. It left thru his eyes mouth nose palm and tips of his fingers. Then suddenly there was another powerful pull and his magic left from all of pores of his skin.

The feeling was not only horrible it was downright excruciating, like someone just peeled his shin from his body. Raziel didn't feel like screaming, he felt like dieing! He wanted this to end. He endured all kinds of torture and felt all the pain possible but this was too much.

But the room had no intension of letting him die. It increased the gravity on him just a little bit more that he wouldn't do anything stupid as the black liquid traveled by silver lines up the wall from the rune on the ground. When they reached the curtains the runes on them started glowing grey. But the liquid went further up and reached the sealing. As it did from different ends of the room it started going to the middle of the sealing. And when they merged it was right above Raziel.

One drop started to fall down on him as electric wave went from the rune by the lines of the black liquid and lightning shot down from sealing into the spot where the drop hit, which was Raziels forehead.

And the world went black…

As Raziel woke up the first thought that came to his head was that he was hungry. And then memories of what happened a couple of hours earlier hit him. After that he seriously considered not opening his eyes at all. But then he understood that he wasn't hearing these god damn whispers in his head and that he could sense his surroundings which was only possible by using magic. Then gathering all of his strength he turned his senses to full blast and noticed that there was someone else in the room beside himself and Sebastian. His training kicked in as he jumped and extended his hand ready to invoke demonic fire storm if provoked.

"You wouldn't want to do that you know" Said a man that looked about 18 and was currently sitting on the floor his back against the wall on Raziels right.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want you dieing on us." Said another one that looked the same age and was leaning against the wall in front of him with his arms crossed.

"Why is that?"

"Because your magic isn't done settling itself after being torn out of your body and then being forcefully put back in…" Said the one to his left while looking at some sort of metal ball in his hand.

"What the…"

"If you try something now you would simply burn to ashes because you would not be able to control it." Said the one closest to him looking at that weird poem… thing on the ground.

Seeing that they weren't hostile Raziel put the hand down and examined them more closely.

They were dressed in the same manner. With long black leather jackets black shirts with dark pants that were tucked into black boots. Their looks were quite different thought. The closest one had short brown hair that was somehow put up and only three streaks fell on his face, his eyes were grey and he seemed somehow more relaxed than anyone he ever met. The one with the metal ball which had drawings of fire all over it had long black hair which was tied into a ponytail, his eyes electric blue and he looked wiser than he should. The one in the far end had grey hair that was almost white and reached his mouth, most of his face was covered in shadows except for his blazing yellow eyes and he looked like cold emotionless assassin, and the one on the floor had black hair with black eyes and that kind of face that you simply don't want to mess with.

"So who the hell are you guys anyway?" Raziel asked shaking himself out of his musing.

"To simply put it we are your servants and your bodyguards" Said the sitting one.

"Oh… You're those beings that Black Rose used to summon. But why do you look so… normal?" He asked not really knowing how to put it.

"Because he have been as you say 'keeping up to date' with mortal world" Said the one closest to him.

"And we alter our looks based on what kind of life do you lead and what do you require of us."

"Cool… So why don't you guys introduce yourselves?" Said Raziel with excitement in his voice.

"Well I'm Gabriel" said the relaxed one as he stood up and bowed his head respectfully.

"I'm Ray" said wise one still fingering his metal ball in his hand as he walked over to Raziel and also bowed his head.

"Midnight" Said the cold assassin as he walked over to show respect.

"Frost" Said the last one as he disappeared leaving only smoke as he moved and reappeared near Raziel and bowed his head.

"Well then I'm Raziel and this" he showed to his shoulder where Sebastian just landed "is Sebastian. And I think that we are going to have a lot of fun together…" He said as evil smirk spread on his face.

He didn't notice as the spark of red aura disappeared behind him…

In a dark and cursed land where sun was only a myth and creatures of your nightmares roamed the forests stood a castle whose walls were as old as this land. It towered into the dark sky and stroke fear into the hearts of those who saw it. Protected by the most powerful creatures to ever walk this earth it remained impossible to penetrate. But those who were lucky enough to succeed were not to return. As in the highest tower there was a room that was not opened for hundreds of years. Inside it on the stone throne sat a being so old that blood in his weans has lost all its color and so powerful that a man could die just by looking him in the eyes. To his right in the handle of his throne was a sword that killed so many and spared so little. The weapon crafted from metal whose name was long lost in the sands of time and empowered by blood of Merlin it was made for only one purpose… to destroy.

The only creature who could wield it was now sitting on its throne with rotten flesh and grey hair that was falling away as its eyes were long destroyed and muscles reduced to ashes by time. It has left this body long time ago…

But today it shall return…

Today Nikolai Draculia will rise once more…

TBC…

Well how was it:P

I think it's quite good!

Sorry for the delay I was in lack of good ideas!

I would like to thank my reviewers:

Darkgyffin – I'll try...

ivan the terrible – i have no idea! Well see... :P

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