Will probably get a new name sometime.
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“This is a body given for you; I do this in the remembrance of me.
This is the blood of my covenant, which is poured out of you for the attainment of sin.
I will live eternal.” |
Born from a sacrificial ritual, he was never once human. The blood from the sacrifice bubbled and boiled and became a blurry shape with no bones. That shape swarmed over the body, and the sacrifice's eyes became its own. It knew nothing of the world it now lived in; all it knew was that it had to feed and that if it survived long enough it would take on the shape of its first victim. With this in mind, it picked out the strongest of its creators, one who was young and healthy, and it followed him home. While the man slept, it drained him dry through a sharp snout used for sucking blood- a gift from the ritual. Day by day it chose its victims, and day by day it grew stronger. Once 40 days had passed, its body writhed and squirmed and became the shape of the young man who served as his first meal.
He had become one of the first vampires.
Survival was difficult at first. His first years were spent moving from place to place, avoiding detection while trying to stay alive. He had many enemies; the sun, silver, and man. Man was the worst. Man created Gods and holy artifacts. No matter what path of righteousness one chose to follow, the result was always the same; the items glowed with light more painful than the sun, and the right words acted like silver needles piercing through his skin. They and their Gods were his biggest enemies, and he vowed to show them that the path he walked on was the only true path to eternity.
As the years passed, he grew stronger and more sure of his immortality. He moved on from tormenting easy victims to torturing those that followed under gods of light, quickly learning that the right actions and words could cause their faith to falter. Once that happened, they became puppets for his entertainment. After forcing them to drink his blood and become unholy, he would watch as their sanctuaries rejected their tainted souls. He even grew powerful enough to enter these sanctuaries as a means to mock the cast out followers.
His confidence grew, and so did his thirst. Children became his favorite victims, their blood having a sweeter taste, but now that he had a chosen type, it became a signature and left him more vulnerable to being caught. This -along with his inflated ego- led to his downfall. Killing him was too dangerous of a task, so a trap was built that sealed him in an underground tomb, hopefully to never be seen again. Realizing there was no means of escape, he fell into a dormant state, sleeping away the years.
Freedom came when a construction company unearthed his tomb. He awoke, starving and hellbent on revenge. The people who trapped him were long dead, so he would settle for destroying any follower of light he could find, but first he had to feed. Once his hunger was sated, he paid a visit to the first holy sanctuary he could find. He was met with a blind priest and his young acolyte. The priest shone with a faith he could not combat. The acolyte, on the other hand, was weak. It was through the acolyte that his plans of destruction would hail. The world would be his once more, and the priest would become a dark red stain on his sacred ground. |
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