The Seven Sarafan: The first massacre.
"ATTACK!!!" shouted Raziel, pointing at the poor, defencless vampire camp, "Leave NO survivors!"
He simply stood still as his fellow warriors rushed past, as if they were a giant wave in the sea.
Turel was merciless with his pike movements, first dazzling his enemies with the quick movements, then slicing them without them realising, then letting the body fall where it stood.
Raziel laughed out loud the the vampires cries, they were music to his ears, slowly, he walked into the carnage, with only his arm blade armed, as his sword was elsewhere.
While chopping down vampires, Rahab noticed something, Malek wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"Where's Malek?" he called to Dumah, who after slicing a victim, shrugged.
Raziel's rage against the vampires was beginning to show as he began to pummel the life out of his enemies brutally, as if his rage controled him, yet noone was really surprised, they'd seen this side of him before yet again with vampires.
Malek, meanwhile was summoned by Moebius the timestreamer back at the Sarafan stronghold.
"Master Moebius, I must hurry, the others are..." he started, before the timestreamer interupted.
"...Perfectly fine for now!...now, I, like you, despise those vampire cretins!" Moebius laughed, passing over his staff, with the orb that could imobilise any vampire.
Before Malek could say a word, Moebius sent him on his way.
While the massacre in the swamp continued, more vamires fell, hardly any Sarafan were hurt, they inflicted pain and injury onto their prey in any way possible, decapitaion, impalement etc...
Through the madness, Malek appeared, Moebius' staff in hand, allong with two swords on his back, one Raziel's, one his own little used one.
Spotting Raziel, he ran over, throwing the sword at him.
"Raziel!" he shouted, grabbing his attention before he was impaled.
Quick as a flash, Raziel caught the hilt, and sliced up the vampire in his clutches.
"Where's your pike?" he laughed, pulling the sword out.
Zephon was knocked to the ground by one of the white skinned blood drinkers, who promptly ripped off his helmet, ready to bite into his neck, to draw out his precious life blood.
Just a moment before the fangs met his neck, Turel shunted him off, then jammed his staff though his chest, swinging him around and then smashing him into a wall.
"You expect less from Raziel's second in command?" Turel laughed, looking at Zephon.
Melchiah's attacks, although not as strong as all the others, managed to kill a fair ammount of his ememies, he mercilessly slashed, sliced, and stabbed them all.
Soon, Raziel decided to end it all...
"Vampires! your death is now!, Malek the staff!" he laughed.
The orb atop the staff glowed and all the vampires in the area fell powerless to their knees, they were at the mercy of the Sarafan, needless to say, they weren't going to last long...
Soon, it was all over, every vampire dead, with most of the victorious warriors displaying them on pikes as some sort of sick trophy that also told anyone opposing the Sarafan to beware.
The seven Sarafan inquiziters all gathered round near an odd looking basin, with no apparent or obvious purpose...
"Well...where do we strike next Raziel?" asked Dumah, sitting down, leaning against a nearby wall.
Zephon looked at Moebius's staff, wondering why he chose to give it to Malek, not Raziel who had much higher authority.
Rahab removed his helmet, looking around the battleground, he felt no remorse at all, wiping the blood off his sword with his glove, then flicking it off to the ground.
"We strike wherever any vampires dwell, where any threaten any of Nosgoth's people! that is where we strike next!" laughed Raziel in reply to Dumah, "The age of Vampires shall end entirely by Sarafan hands!"
He raised up his sword in the air, followed by all the others, this was the seal of Raziel's pact...
T.B.C.