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And to answer your question about who Chain is going to meet up with,
well you'll find out in this chapter. (But lets be honest, we all know who it is)
Chain was sitting on a wooden chair on the inn's rooftop, tanning his pale skin, his black unruly hair getting in his eyes. He took in a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air and the warm sun. Innistrad wasn't that bad of a place on days like this. That being said, he did not want to be here any longer, arriving to the plane two weeks ago.
This place is nothing but trouble, even when I had set my first step here all those many moons ago. Now I know to never mess with demons -at least, without having an upper hand- , necromancers living in old weird forests, and crazy towns folk. Never Ever mess with crazy towns folk. EVER!
He shivered, the old memory still frightening him. But it didn't bother him that long, since he was sucked back into the warm sunlight beating down onto his body. Before long, he began drifting asleep, the warmth of the sun and the nice day weakening his eyes. Laying there for another hour more, he finally began waking up. Stretching, he noticed how unusually quiet the town was. Getting up, he put on his shirt and looked out at the village. Everyone was gone.
That's strange, where did everyone- oh, I see. A few ladies were out walking, holding large pink umbrellas over themselves. But even though Chain might not be able to see them from here, he could smell their magic and death from the rooftop. Vampires.
Sighing, he went down into the inn, and went to his room, to put on his armor and collect his other items he never travelled without, even when fighting. After but just mere moments, he had all of his items on, years of efficiency making him be able to change fast when needed. Examining the the silver t-hilt of his sword, he quickly slide the blade into it's ancient scabbard and left the inn. He had some vampires to talk to.
Exiting the inn, Chain saw the three vampires strolling along the market road, lazily looking for a meal. Wasting no time, Chain briskly walked up to the creatures and whistled loudly behind them. Stopping, all three turned around at the same time, all having beautiful features and horrifying fangs. The middle one began to laugh.
"So, what do we have here? By the looks of it, a tasty snack with as much brains as a cow."
"Mmmm, by the looks of him, he's more of a late lunch," the right one said. "Don't you think so Liy?"
The left one, Liy, said. "Oh, I agree. Maybe we should have some fun with him before we kill him."
Don't even try you vampire whores, he thought before speaking. "Leave this village. It's under my protection and I won't have you hurting these people."
"Oh, that's adorable. 'Please don't hurt me, Mr. Big scary man'. Ha!" the middle one mocked. "We are of the Falkenrath and we don't take kindly to threats."
"So you won't leave?" He asked. When they all shook their heads, he said. "Fine. I too also don't take kindly to threats. Or mockery."
And in a blink of an eye he had his sword in hand and had the blade piercing the middle one's chest, all the way through until he was sure the tip was touching air. She howled in pain before Shadowbringer took her life. Another thing about his sword was that it could slay immortals. A very useful ability.
But before he could retract his sword, and even for his speed, the vampires were attacking. He was able to block the left one's claws with his arm guard, but was forced to take the rights strike. Feeling pain spreading out through his shoulder, he pulled Shadowbringer out and shot a flame of darkness at the left one, and slashed at one on the right. The left one was quick, rolling out of the way of the black fire, only getting singed. The right one held up her arms, his sword slashing deep wounds across both of her arms. They both hissed at him, and Chain retreated back a few feet, spinning his sword in hand. The two vampires looked real angry.
"So, give up?"
"Never!" They both growled. The pain in his shoulder was distracting, but he focused enough to send some power into the ground, searching. After three days here, he was able to finally sense the dead in the area, some new, some old, and some turned to dust years ago. He found what he was looking for, then muttered a spell.
The vampires were about ready to charge when the ground shook, and a giant hand reached through the ground. The large werewolf crawled out of the ground, and howled to the world. Laughing, the one named Liy called out. "Let's see that thing get us when we are airborne."
The two began floating up into the air. But Chain smiled, having dealt with vampires before. See, when you are a necromancer, you have to be creative. And he was very creative. The werewolf buckled over, and a pair of wings were stretched out along its back. He waved, sending it after the left one. As for the right one, well, he muttered another spell and the same hole exploded with tiny black things. Tiny black….squirrels. The zombie squirrels jumped after the vampire, attacking with ferocity.
Chain will admit, those two sure put up a fight. But the zombies became victorious. The werewolf and lefty had fought hard in the air, but as Liy flung a claw at it, the creature grasped her arm and crunched bones. Screaming, she was quickly silenced as it ripped off her face with his large fangs. Righty had been airborne, but the large amount of squirrels brought her to the ground. And what they did to her…...it wasn't pretty.
Chain looked at the corps, then sent all the zombies back into the ground, joining the rest of the dead. Once everything was still, the people began to come back out, seeing if it was safe. Not wanting to hang around -being a necromancer and all- he started to walk out of the village. After many miles, he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard "NECROMANCER!"
Groaning, while slapping his face, he turned round, looking up at the angel coming down from the air. She was bright, white light surrounding her as she descended. Wearing a flowing white dress with golden breast and shoulder plating, he also noticed the large ass sword on her hip. She flew all the way down and landed a few feet away.
"How curious. A necromancer that just saved an entire village from being eaten," she said, eyeing him with curiosity. "Why?"
"You're not Avacyn." Is all he said. Her face got red. "Do not mention that name around me, death raiser. And you should thank me for not killing you on the spot."
"Ha."
"Is something funny?"
"Who are you? Tell me, then I'll in turn tell you who I am." He saw her consider, then sigh and said, "I am Tijn, the Storms Calm."
He nodded. "Who am I? Tell me, do you know why there are only four major vampire bloodlines, why three others are as weak as to be nonexistent?"
"You said-"
"So you don't know. Why, you must be very young. See, a long time ago, there were twelve blood lines. And they not only were destroying the human race, but they were waringwith themselves. So me and another had to do something or else the human race would be ash, and only vampires and the dead would rule. My friend, he created a protector, a symbol of hope and faith for the humans. Something to keep the vampires, demons, and other ghouls in line. But the vampires were still too powerful. So I waged war with them. I wiped out five lines, left three so terribly weak that they could never recover, and four powerful ones to ensure none would become the dominating blood line."
He saw her face change with emotions, so he concluded with. "Who am I? I am Chain, the Necromancer. And best be moving along now, or else you too will see what I can do."
She looked horrified, then growled. "This isn't over Chain. I don't care who who are, I'll show you who is truly the most powerful here. Not even Avacyn will be able to stop me."
She left then, flying away. Still standing there, he heard someone walk up behind him.
"Hello old friend."
Chain smiled, and turned. "Sorin Markov. Long time no see."
The grey vampire returned his smile. "I did a lot more than create Avacyn, you know."
"Ha! I know, but I was just wanting to show her what I could do. Nothing more than that."
Sorin's smile left. "Actually, you should have left that angel alone, Chain. She's the reason I've returned."
"Oh, fun." He grabbed his friend's shoulder. "But hey, as long as I'm slaying a few angels, what could be better?"
