Rated M for mature content including but not limited to: romantic situations, violence, blood, mild gore, and mature language.
“Blood stained the battlefield, as warriors tore each other apart. Metal clashed against metal as the warring tyrants fought. Only the screams of the doomed could be heard upon the battlefield that would forever be remembered by those who participated so long ago. After all was said and done, each faction departed, for they had wounded each other far too severely to keep going.”
Darkness shrouded the senses of a lone figure as it sat atop the tallest building in the city. It had been ages since he had last seen his fellow warriors, and the fact that those who were immortal like him were cast into a deep slumber, did not lift his spirits. Things had gone downhill since the last war. The Nobility had gained control over the government and now controlled those who were too weak minded to care. Life for a human was like that of cattle. One only knew when they’d be killed in the shadows of the night. Silence surrounded the individual as he continued to sit atop the tallest building, with his eyes closed. It was night, the time when the creatures came and feasted upon those who were too weak to defend themselves. Even those who were able to defend themselves eventually met their end. Something had to be done. The teachings of a Mystic had been forgotten. The lone warrior would see to it that the Mystics would rise up once again and take back the land from the creatures of the night.
The figure stood to his feet as he opened his eyes. The cities on planet Earth were advanced far beyond human perception. Only a single person ruled over all the land. He was called the president, and this particular president was the cause of such grief and sorrow. He was the leader of the Nobility. The Nobility is a group of vampires, werewolves, witches and demon who have taken over the government of the world secretly. They used their science combined with magic to restore the world in their image from its former state. Nearly all demons, werewolves, witches, and other dark creatures serve them freely. Despite their technology being great enough to create a blood substitute as food, they still prefer to feed on humans. They search for the destruction of the human race. The government is completely enslaved to the dark ones, yet no hero can be found. Tonight was no different. The figure watched as a pair of vampires chased a helpless human through the streets of the city. The lone figure flipped off the roof of the building and, while in mid fall, yelled a combination of words that caused his body to glow brightly.
“Ancient Mystic Power!”
The black haired man had been replaced by a blonde man dressed in all white. He landed on his feet atop an adjacent building far shorter than the one he had perched on earlier. Screams filled the air as the vampires closed in on their target. The woman fell to the ground and begged and pleaded for the creatures not to consume her, but they simply stared at her with hunger filled eyes. Stepping closer to the woman, she let out another scream.
“Scream all you want, no one will help you,” one of the vampires stated.
Both began to descend upon the helpless woman. Suddenly, they stopped in their tracks. They each stared at the man dressed in white who had magically appeared behind the woman.
“Find shelter, quickly,” the man stated as he glared at the vampires.
The woman scrambled to her feet and thanked the man before running off. He glared at the vampires and stood perfectly still. The vampires were eager to remove this slight hindrance from existence, but what they would soon find out was that this particular hindrance was more than met the eye. They dashed forward, intent on killing the man. Striking at the man, they both missed; however, when the man dressed in white extended his right hand, the vampires snarled. A odd colored orb began to form in the center of the man’s extended palm.
“What’s that? Some sort of trick?” one of the vampires asked as the other dashed forward.
“I’ll get rid of him, he’s nothing but a want to be hero.” The other stated as he closed the gap between he and the man.
The orb launched, crashing into the charging vampire, sending it spiraling backwards; landing beside its fellow blood sucker. The man in white smirked and aimed at the other vampire who at this point was sweating and snarling viciously. It used its inhuman speed to dash forth and closes the gap between them quickly. It launched a barrage of feet and claws at the man, barely missing the man’s face as he flipped back to avoid the onslaught By now the other vampire had stumbled to his feet and was snarling as well.
“KILL HIM!” it yelled causing the attacking vampire to charge.
In a flash of light, the man dressed in white was now facing away from the vampires, standing behind them. Each turned slowly, but as they turned, their bodies slowly separated. Blood and guts spilled out onto the street beneath them and their bodies burst into flames. The man in white sighed and transformed back into his previous form. He left a note for the Nobility to find. It read,
You thought the Mystics gone, but now we have returned. Your reign has come to an end. I, Naja, will see to it personally that you fall, along with the rest of the Nobility.”
The man soon vanished, leaving behind the burned remains, as well as the note.
Dorián & Kurama
An alarm rang in the dorm room as two figures shifted in their beds. One eventually removed the comforter from his body and slammed his fist against the alarm clock, nearly breaking it in half. He glared over at his roommate and sighed.
“Kurama, get up, we have class in like ten minutes.”
Kurama sat up in his bed and sighed. He really didn’t care about the single class they had opted to take at night. He looked at Dorián and cursed under his breath.
“Christ sake Dorián, you could’ve went without me, I’m tired.”
“Maybe if you’d stop spending all your time flirting and shit, we wouldn’t have this problem,” Dorián replied as he stood to his feet.
Being away from Naja meant that he didn’t have to constantly train for reasons he knew nothing about. He was happy that Naja allowed him to go to college in the city; however, he was very clear about making friends.
“Tell them nothing of what you do, understand Dorián?”
He recalled the conversation they had, and Naja’s final words before Dorián departed the base. He had no clue why he couldn’t speak on his training. He had been away from the base for about a year now and loved every minute of it, still he missed Naja. After all, he was only learning martial arts, something everybody wanted to know about, or at least he thought. He walked into the bathroom and got dressed for the class they had in ten minutes. Kurama had also made it to his feet and was searching through his dresser for something to wear.
He had just taken off his shirt when a knock came at the door. Kurama glared into the bathroom at Dorián who simply shrugged. Kurama stepped up to the door and opened it slightly to peer out and see who it was.
“Hello there, is Dorián in?”
“Yea, hold on a sec,” Kurama replied, “DORIÁN, IT’S FOR YOU”
Dorián pulled his shirt back on and answered the door. To his surprise it was Naja.
“Dorián, I trust all is well?” Naja asked as he entered into the dorm room and looked at Kurama. In fact he never took his eyes off of Kurama.
Kurama looked at Naja and was rather creeped out that Naja looked very much like a female. Still, he couldn’t help but feel as if he knew this man, as if he had known him long ago. Silence filled the room as Dorián looked from Naja to Kurama, each of them not taking their eyes off the other.
“The time has come for me to reveal to you what I’ve kept all these years Dorián. I’ve tried to delay this, I’ve tried to do it myself, but it is becoming increasingly challenging. Kurama, Dorián, come closer.”