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The halls of the Sanctuary were quiet. Not even the guards were talking. The air was thick with tension and anticipation. After all, Raziel's Clan did not know that their Father was dead. And that was something that was weighing heavily on Turel's mind as he headed toward the Clan Meeting Room. His foot steps were heavy and echoed off the stone walls of the corridor. The now Eldest son pinched the bridge of his nose. Some of the Razielum had already come asking questions. If they found out what had happened...well...it would be an issue.
Melchiah's Clan was closest to Raziel's. They were also the weakest. The smallest. And they would be the ones who copped the vengeance of the Razielum. That was something that he and Dumah needed to speak about. Since they were now the eldest, it was their responsibility to look after their younger brother and his clan. So, it was pretty convenient that Dumah was just slipping out of his room as Turel was walking past.
"You can't sleep, either huh?" A nervous laugh came from Turel as Dumah smiled weakly, running a large hand through his messy brown hair. Dumah was of larger stature than Turel. It had not always been so, however. His evolution gave him the gift of amazing strength and superior size. The only downside was that he moved a little slower than the others. But it didn't matter. Each brother had his own strengths and weaknesses. That is what made them unique and most importantly, useful to Kain.
"I did for a while. But this whole Melchiah thing is a bit of a worry, don't you think? I mean...do you think Kain cares?" Dumah folded his arms over his chest as he and Turel walked down the hallway. "I mean...look at what he did to Raziel..."
"What WE did to Raziel, you mean." Turel very quickly corrected. He wasn't about to throw the blame. He could have said 'no' if he wanted. But he was too weak. At least that is what he thought about himself. But in saying that, Kain was his Lord. His father. And what if Raziel really had done wrong? And what if Raziel's Clan got wings eventually, too? Would that be bad? And what if-
"Whatever, Turel. The point is, Kain can be a pissy as he wants, but there is a real threat here! I mean, if they take out Melchiah, then Zephon will be no problem. Think about it...if we let this just go, who knows what could happ-"
Foot steps and a certain scent cut Dumah right off. He and Turel froze on the spot as none other than Kain walked around the corner. Wearing baggy black pants with a black robe over the top. It was open. If anyone was more toned than the Brethren, it would be Kain. One of the female vampires once described it like this: "It's like all of the greatest artists in Nosgoth got together and carved him out of marble." Mind you, this got her laughed at. She was right in some ways...but one must always bare in mind, Kain was a sickly green color, he did not clean his claws often and, lets face it, he was a jerk!
For a moment, it seemed like Kain was just going to keep on walking and ignore the both of them, however Turel had never been that lucky. Kain paused, right in front of them. Oddly, he didn't have the Reaver at his side. It was not normal to see Kain without his prized possession. And it also wasn't normal for Kain to let an insult slide. "Pissy, Dumah?" He rose a brow, lips pursed. This never meant anything good. "If I didn't have something I needed you two to do, you would be in for it...follow me," Kain turned on his heel and swept down the corridor, leaving poor Dumah weak at the knees for a moment. Turel rolled his eyes and followed Kain.
The Lord and Master of Nosgoth lead his sons in to the Clan Meeting Room. He strode right over to his throne and sat down. The Reaver was leaned against it. Ah. So that was where it was. His clawed hand grasped the top of it, lifting the Reaver in to his lap, as five figures slowly emerged from the shadows. Turel was not worried. He knew all of their scents..
Morlock moved over to Turel. Dressed in his usual Clan finery. The leather pants. The Turelium Clan Cloke. The ceremonial belt with the golden skull buckle. His broad chest had a large Turelium tattoo on it. Morlock was quite a pretty vampire. Platinum blonde hair. It was short and slicked back. Very sharp blue eyes made him stand out from the crowd. And the fact that he was a decent warrior was just a bonus. Hanging from his belt were two curved daggers. From his left side was a broad sword with a line of gold running down the middle. Across his back was a long bow and some arrows. This is why Turel chose him. Because he was such a good fighter as a human. Little did he know, he copied Kain in that.
"My Lord, do you know what is going on? I was practically dragged here." Morlock muttered to Turel, as Dumah's second in command (a female, no less) took her place at this side. Her name was Na'ak. Ephor, Rahab's second in command stood in Rahab's place, flicking a little dirt from his cloak. Huras, Zephon's second in command, was still doing his cloak up as he moved to Zephon's place. Kran stilled to Melchiah's spot, rubbing his temples. The Melchiahum, other than falling apart, got head aches a lot. There was nothing really good about being a Melchiahum...
"I...I think I have some idea, Morlock. How is everything at home? The fledglings? How is the latest batch? Are they moving on as expected?" Turel was always very fussy with his fledglings. As kind as was, he was known to "accidentally leave the Clan Gates locked" in a rain storm. If they were not keeping up, he was not about to have lazy vampires leeching off the others. It was an effective system. It worked! Before Morlock could answer, the doors were thrown open, and in ambled Rahab, Zephon and Melchiah. All till half asleep. They moved to their respective places, eying Kain. What the hell was this about...?
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you, Zephon?" Kain glared a little as the thinnest of the brother's stiffled a yawn. "Fate forbid I interrupt your beauty sleep for a matter of war." The Ancient rolled his eyes, flicking a strand of his white hair from his face. Zephon cleared his throat, mumbling apologies for a few moments, until Kain held his hand up to silence him.
"Oh shut up, Zephon. Now, I have asked all of you here because there is a growing threat very close to home. The longer we leave this, the worse it will get. It has the potential to wipe out over half of our fighting force. It's lethal. It's angry. And it-"
"You want us to commit genocide." Turel cut in. Screw the fluff. Making it sound righteous was not going to fool him. Kain wanted them to kill off Raziel's Clan.
"Very good, Turel. Very good, indeed. Rumors have come to my ears about them. And it is not good. If Raziel's evolution gave him those...things..." He snarled a little, "...his clan will get them, too. We cannot suffer them to live. I want this done tomorrow night. You will have your best. It will be done quickly and thoroughly. Am I clear?"
Kain's orders were met with silence. It was just shock after shock. Morlock turned to Turel, eyes wide. As if asking 'Can he be serious?'. It was not just a matter of 'go in there and kick some ass!'. Raziel's area was well defended. Getting in there was going to be near impossible. Not to mention their numbers. There were barely any fledglings. They were a tight knit fighting group and a force to be reckoned with. The logistics alone were going to be hell. Let alone actually doing the thing. Turel had no idea that a whole three minutes had passed . Morlock jabbed Turel in the side and cleared his throat a little. Normally it was Raziel who gave them confidence and got them going. Now it was Turel's job. With a heavy sigh, he clapped his hands together. Just once. Just to get their attention. He took a step forward and clicked his neck.
"Alright boys. We need to do this. It's not going to be easy. But lets face it; if they find out Melchiah is gone." The youngest perked up, about to say something, when Turel interjected. "Oh shut up, we all know it's true. Anyway...there is no way we can get in there, take down the elder vampires and make sure none of the younger ones get away. The only way we can do this in one fell swoop is to draw as many of them out as possible. Dumah, Zephon, I want you on this. Send word back to your clans, we need all the male, fit humans that you got..." The two nodded and headed out, followed by their lieutenants. They all knew they didn't have much time to do this, and it went without saying that all of this needed to be done secretly and before dawn.
"Melchiah, Rahab...how many fledglings can you spare?" As Turel carried on with explaining what would be happening, Kain just grinned. He knew he had made the right choice, however now he felt it. As the talking went in to the morning, Kain rose and headed back to his chambers. He had things to attend to before that evening...
