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Post by Alexander L. Kendall on Jun 27, 2005 21:40:14 GMT -5
I come to you today to put my life history to these pristine pages with pen, blood and tears. This tome I write for my children and for those of my line who come after me, my time, or my passing. Unlike most historical documents this one will be written though the eyes of someone who has lived though several life times and someone who has the opportunity to use the perspective of one much older and wiser than the person who lived through these experiences. In closing I ask only that you read through this tome with an open mind because sometimes the truth is blurred by the memories of an old man.
I was born on a cold winters night, the bastard son of a True Demon, Lord Nathanial Dark Distropia and the stunningly beautiful Daughter of LiZor Solurex, Erina Solurex. I came into this world as one of three children, triplets to be exact, I was born Renn Denali Distropia, though I have taken many names over the years as it suited my purpose and, Into the Second Generation of the Torquamada Clan. I spent most if not all of my early childhood tormenting my two younger siblings with unfathomable powers, that even I did not understand. What I did understandat an early age was that knowledge was power so I began to read and study the dark magics of my kind at a very early age. My eagerness to learn was fueled by my uncaney ability to use my innate powers almost from birth, something my siblings weren't quite able to do. I some how even managed to found his own discipline at the age of six, Void Flame. A manipulation of my Solurex mother's own power of Hellfire. Something it took even the eldest of my kind a millenia to accomplish, I managed within a few years.
Because of my extraordinary abilities at the tender age of four I was sent to study with the Master of Torquemada Sorcery, Arakhet Kharu, eldest childe of Xul Kharu, the clan sire and founder. Under Arakhet's tutulage my powers grew by leaps and bounds, and through sheer willpower and dedication to my studies, I soon surpassed even Arakhet himself in the ability to understand and manipulate the dark mists of the void. Realizing that the servant had now indeed become the Master, I slew Arakhet assimilating his power as my own. While this was the way of my kind, I was still ill prepared for absolute power. Only now do I begin to grasp the concept and understand the responcibility of such power. It was upon the assimilation of Arakhets's powers and memories I discovered the fact that I was born of and raised by a clone of my mother, Anire was merely one of Arakhet's creations. A body inbumed with only a small portion of Erina's soul to give it life. Learning this changed my whole world, this one detail of my life changed me in ways I had not resolved until the time of this writing.
Shortly thereafter I returned to my families estate a boy of 16 winters. So much more a boy I was than I had thought at the time, so full of hate. It was during this time I met Malign Raven, the wife of an Elder of my line, Tyreal Di Sombra. I instantly felt a connection to her with my sadistic nature giving rise to her interest as well, but what she saw in the hate filled child I was is beyound me even now. We became close, Malign and I, and I began to plot to kill Tyreal while he was in his Dreaming to free Mali from his grasp. Mali begged me not to attempt it out of fear of Tyreals wrath upon me when I failed. I was enraged by her pleadings, So I left and traveled the depths of void for a while learning the workings of my new found abilities and even began another out of necessity, Anamaliti. Using it to harness the beast and rage within me to fend off the unyeilding attacks of the void creatures. It was during this time I first encountered the Goddess. It was her guidance that allowed me to survive and excell within the forbodding depths of the most hostile place in all the realms and for that I am ever thankful.
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Post by Alexander L. Kendall on Jun 28, 2005 20:58:56 GMT -5
After I spent many years in the council of the Goddess I return to the mortal world. It was then that I first met Excrutio, she was a ravishing creature and she perked my interest. She was what one might consider a woman of power, a Tremere elder with masochistic tendencies, which suited my needs in two ways, one I could learn from her the darker mysteries of Thuamaturgy and secondly it allotted me a release for my all consuming sadistic nature. After a short time I took Excrutio as my companion and I began to study furiously, learning the most well kept secrets of the vampiric Dark Arts until I Had mastered them fully and was able to achieve the same results using my own power of sorcery. Although Our association was short lived, because of a small insignificant incident with Malign Raven, I find myself, from time to time, thinking about Excrutio and hoping our paths might soon cross each others again. She was my first true friend and I miss her.
In the time that followed I wandered aimlessly throughout the realms and on occasion I actually sought out my father Nathanial. To look back now I realize I sought my father for guidance and perhaps I needed someone who would give my wayward life structure through discipline. Although it may have been a blessing in disguise that I could not find him because my rage had progressed beyond my own ability to control it and he surely would have been the recipient of my wrath. During my wanderings I met a Gangrel, Kyle Silverback, he was an unsavory character, more animal than man for the most part, he helped me understand the workings of my own bestial nature, inching me ever closer to the completion of Anamaliti. Until I met Xandre, an abomination, part Garou and Caitiff, it was he who taught me many things, from the use of other more unique vampire disciplines to how I might be able to manipulate the flow of my rage through the eastern philosophy of meditation. Through the meditative process I was able to gather and garner enough knowledge of myself to complete my mastery of Anamaliti.
With the beast now caged, I would say tamed but that would be a complete exaggeration of the process, I resumed the search for my father Nathanial but that search was made in vain, Little did I know then that he had been stripped of his demonic nature and had become a Toreador through the embracement of an ancient, Annabella. And it was in this momentary laps of judgment I actively sought out Malign Raven and offered her a place at my side, but her loyalty was to her family and not to what we had known before in my youth. It would seem to me now, looking back at that time and place Malign found her place in life, and I was still searching for mine.
After I had left Malign to her new world I returned to my families estate and spent some time inventing and perfecting a game I so amusedly referred to as Pleasure and Pain, it was an extreme version of the mortal practice of BD/sm, though mine had far less to do with the sexual part than it did to the brutalization of others. It was during the period that I met Jordy, a simple and sweet Malkavanian woman upon whom I inflicted grievous bodily harm to while I proceeded to inflict my sexual deviance upon, Yet to this day when I see her I am abashed by my actions of the past. Perhaps it was Jordy who was instrumental to my connection to my dearest Sister Maddison, perhaps my selfless adoration Maddison is my penance for that day. Either way I did take away much from that day, call it a twisted morality or whatnot, but never again did I take my sickness out on a Malkavanian.
The Life I expected to find in my families estate wasn't what I had hoped it to be, I spent the majority of the time tormenting sweet Anire, tormenting her for her part in the abandonment my mother had inflicted upon me. Even though she was as much a victim as I but she had made the cardinal mistake she had lied to me, something she would pay for for most of my life. I left home more desperate for the attention and affections of Erina. I some who needed to make her see the error of her choice, whether it be through torment or brutalization at my hands, but what I did not expect was to find her so soon after I departed my family home. I did not make myself known to her..I merely watched and I soon saw why my father had been so weak in her presence, she was perfection personified; beauty, intelligence, and an aura of unequivocal hate. it was then I was smitten so to speak, though Would send centuries denying it and formulating ways to attain revenge upon her despite my new feelings.
I left that meeting seething with rage, how could she so simply abandon her son and move on to a new life without ever looking back, or at least thats how my minds eye interpreted it. It was then I know power would be the only way to attain my revenge. I went to the void again to confer with the goddess about my plan and it was there I met a Daemon Lord. I let my greed for power cloud my senses and I accompanied him to hell, with the promise of power and an army to bring my enemies to their knees, but instead of power my divine spark was stripped from me, this allowed the Daemon to enslave me as a pawn of hell. Despite the shock my body felt at the spark being ripped away, My anger and rage quickly moved me in into the ranks of the Daemons, this gave me almost unfathomable power, though my sorcery was gone I took to the new powers like the proverbial fish to water, mastering them as quickly as I witnessed them being used by the ancients of their kind. I learned all I could before narrowly winning my freedom in a fight with a Diablos name Ozmodius. I assimilated his souls and powers as I did with Arakhet, and though my body racked and twisted with injury, I crawled slowly from the depths of hell, Directed by the goddess's call, my body slowly regenerated and if it were not for my ability of Animaliti I would have surely perished before I was able to return to the realms some years later.
My Exodus from hell lead me to return to the Loft only to find that Malign was no longer there and her Mother Scarlet was now Lordess. I pledged myself to serve Scarlet and joined the Loft where I was reintroduced to my birthright, the blood of the Solurex, though the link was through Devilsdisciple. I gained more knowledge of my blood and grew emotionally and spiritually for the first time. With knowledge comes power, and I had an infinite supply of it. After extensive training and study I was presented to Devilsdisciple and Embraced by him as his childer.
Scarlet and I were soon engaged but I broke off the engagement, I was simply unable to stand serving under someone weaker than myself, the arrogance of youth, and the constant trappings of being Justicar and having a personal relationship with an ex-sire. Broken hearted Scarlet had left Vancouver, and I there for move into Devils haven and became part of Demonic Deception. The first two years I spent in Demonic Deception, I spent in constant study. The One and only bright spot was the introduction to my beloved sister Maddison, she was the one and only family member I felt I had to protect at all costs, though he would not admit it openly to any other than her. This was obviously some penance for what I had done to Jordy but to this day Maddison is the only one I fully trust. In between my confusing visits with Maddison I used the time he read all that was available to to me in Disciples extensive library, In those days I was no more than a ghost.
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Post by Alexander L. Kendall on Jun 29, 2005 17:57:43 GMT -5
As time passed I left my studies slide and he began to venture out into the world again. I had gained the collective knowledge from Disciples library and my thirst for knowledge had yet to be quelled. I had heard that DevilsDsiciple kept another Library in Egypt so I went to visit Devils Temple in Luxor. It was during my first visit to the city that I encountered Sion for the first time, Sion was a newly inducted member of the family, and while I was not a social creature at the time so I had yet to become acquainted with her. Sion was so much like Erina in spirit, that I couldn't help but be drawn to her and little did Iknow that She had been a childer of Erina's previously. Perhaps it was sheer coincidence but I like to think now that it was more than that, in my mind it had been Fate.
We had a tempestuous relationship, Sion and I, we traded insults and swapped barbed comments at first. There was a severe tension between the two of us and that tension built until of us became lovers, though our true natures prohibited us attaining anything further or from remaining as such. We were soon at each others throats constantly, as my cruel nature and Sion's lustful ways soon drove a wedge between us and after many failed attempts at reconciliation I formulated a plan. Though I could not compete with the loyalty Sion felt for Disciple I found a way to hold her to me, through an ancient demonic ritual I bonded Sion to me. Things progressed well enough for a while, she bent to my will and submitted fully to ever request I made to her, it had almost been exactly how I wanted it.., Almost. I began to notice that Sion's very nature was changing before my eyes, No longer was she like Erina, her spirit was dying and I had caused it. I went to Devilsdisciple and spoke to him at length and after that encounter with Disciple, I released Sion from the bond. and within days she had gotten her revenge upon me, Sion admitted to taking another lover and my rage returned to me and swelled beyond the bounds of my control. And I instantly knew who it had been. It had been Disciple.
It was only a matter of time before my suspicions were proven to be true. I found out that the one who I had trusted the most had betrayed me. Despite his preaching about bonds and taking from within the family he had done what I was told I should never do He bonded Sion to him through his blood. In my fury and rage I vomited up the Matanza blood at Disciple's feet and left the family. I starved myself to rid my body of the taint of the betrayers blood. Starving myself to the point of weakness to purge my form of any of the matanza blood that remained.
Disciple came to me stricken with guilt over his deeds he found me and force fed me and begged me to return to the fold. Although I was still furious still I soon returned and was welcomed back into the family by the pleadings of Sion and a simple request from my dearest Sister Maddision. Not long after that Sion and I put our differences behind us and I granted her a gift, as she was still in the lifeless body of a vampire, I gave her a full demonic form, one less fragile and imbued with true life. Soon after we returned to the their old ways and through a twist of fate, we conceived a child. Julian was born and the things seemed to be getting along well, though Sion became over protective of me and chastised me for doing what he did, and this lead to many arguments between the two of us. Soon There after I decided to part ways with Sion completely she was not who I wanted..and I knew that, she was only a shadow of Erina no more no less.
It was not too long there after I returned to Devils haven and got into a heated discussion with another of my family members, Sera, She had been in the same predicament with Disciple as I had been in with Sion during the whole act of betrayal. The conversation soon led to harsh words and I admit I was in the wrong for backhanding Sera across the room and into a wall. Just as her ex-lover Lateralis came in. Lateralis and I exchanged words of course and those words led to a confrontation. The two of us fought to a stand still, I did not wish to harm Lateralis, he was a friend. so I did my best to keep the lethality of my attacks to a minimum until Lat drew a mightily sword quite capable of destroying me, but I scoffed at his arrogance and at the blade he produced then I summoned a sphere of pure anti matter, I was truly torn by my respect and friendship for him, for I did not wish to kill Lat , but the situation left little option. As Disciple stood by and watched from his throne I crushed the sphere of anti matter in my hand and vaporized the entire city of Vancouver.
In the process I destroyed my physical form and left Vancouver and Devils haven a pile of dust. Lateralis managed to escape the blast as did Sera and Disciple but the true damage had been done. The scream of soul assaulted me millions dead at my hand in but an instant, but I did not let them go to waist. I collected the souls for use latter. As all true demons do I returned to the place that spawned me, I returned to the void with my prizes, a million souls.
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Post by Alexander L. Kendall on Jun 29, 2005 22:58:24 GMT -5
Though I ams infinitely powerful there in the void, I had lost my physical form and was trapped within the confines of own power source and home, the only options left to me would to retrieve my true body from the Citadel of the Flesh, but I was unwilling to risk my complete destruction for if I die in that body no amount of my power could bring me back to the realms of the living, I would become eternally trapped in the void, Although I would be a completely viable spirit, having both flesh and bone..I would cease to exist in the mortal realm completely, my true body is what allows me to exist there and here, The only option for me was to call out to my brethren and that is what I did. And after a brief time I managed to make contact with with my former sister Sera, I knew she would assist me in return for I knew the grief she felt in my passing. All I needed was her to bring me a physical body to the void and that I might venture back into the realms of the living.
I spoke to her in her dreams at great length and she agreed to bring me a body, yet she kept her price for the deed to herself at the time. As time in the void has no meaning a day is as 10 years, while I waited for Sera to arrive with the mortal shell, I honed my skill as a master Sorcerer even further, creating three new Sphere's of Demonic Sorcery. The Sphere of the Body, the Sphere of Force, and the Sphere of the Soul. When Sera did come with the body, I took possession of it and crafted the flesh to be identical to my true mortal form. Once I did this Sera named her price, and I granted it unto her, she wanted to become like I was a child of the void but the second half of her price was far to high for me to pay so willingly. After having dealt with Sion as I did I was unable and unwilling to take her as my mate.
Once I was settled into the form and free of the prison of my homeland. I took it upon himself to find Malign, once I did that I returned and took her as a pet. Yet even in this I was still not pleased, No matter how pleasing she was to abuse I found no solace in it. I found only regret and fury. Erina still lingered in my thoughts and the more I tried to deny my connection to her the more it pained me. Through Malign I became reacquainted with Scarlet and with the assistance of my one time Sire, Scarlet I finally claimed my birthright and gained the True Solurex blood, but as I had always known she and I we not meant to serve a common cause.
Shortly after this time I took one child, Salen, an assassin of great skill, but as magic was my prime interest I soon left Salen to his own devices. Abandoning the Idea of a family of my own..I returned to Vancouver and rebuilt the ruins of the once great city I had destroyed, as it was once my home and now would be again. Upon my arrival I wrested control of the weakened family away from the wayward children of DevilsDisiple..Steffen, Sera and Sion and gave it over to a long time friend Dyssa, she was also a childer of Disciple but she was far better suited for leadership than the others. I took a place at her side to help bring the family back to it's former glory. Dyssa soon rewarded me for my help and because of my loyalty to her she gifted me with the gift of the Shadow Demon taint(SHADOWMANCERS) She had received from Enoch.
Yet again my plans were thwarted, no more did Dyssa and I begin to rebuild the clan, it crumbled between our fingers, infighting and distrust among the members soon left it a shattered dream once more. Dyssa moved to Necropolis and I followed shortly there after, only to have a brief but meaningful relationship before we parted ways for other places. I missed Vancouver, or perhaps the idea of it so I returned to Vancouver to find my former lover Sion and my first son Julian living there. Though the relationship with Sion and I was well over with she still held sway with me, and perhaps deep down inside I still cared her, well at least as much as he could after her betrayal. It was not long after that I had a brief but hostile run in with Julian on the grounds of Disciples estate and little did I know Julian had every intention of killing me, but so is the way of his kind. There was a brief but deadly struggle and as it ended Julian lay dead and I lay gasping for Breath, for protruding from my chest was the one thing that could kill my breed.
And while most thought this would be the end of me, there is yet another chapter because Julian aim was just off target and missed my heart with a stake from the tree of woe. Where he found the item I do not know..perhaps I left it carelessly unhidden or perhaps one of my brethren gave one to him, either way the consequences of that day still weigh heavily in my mind. Sion did not know when she buried her son Julian and I on the grounds of Devils Disciples haven that the spark of my life had not fully extinguished, and there I lay beneath the ground for 10 long years..slowly healing but still unable to move from my shallow grave for the steak had paralyzed my limbs and nulled my magics and would not allow even me healed body to move. Only the voice of the goddess spoke to me for those years and I lay in my dreaming.
The came the time of the calling. Though I could not move that did not stop me from using his mental powers with several being, I called out to them all but for 2 years no one heard my weakened call. Finally one day someone did here my call..and they came and came baring gifts as well. One day I lay dormant in my shallow grave and I heard and felt the sounds and vibrations from someone digging above me..and as the last bits of dirt were swept away I saw the face of the one who would become my apprentice, my adopted son, and my heir to my line.
That man was "Stormshadow", otherwise known as Lott. As Stormshadow dug I watched with excitement, and when Stormshadow finally did pull the stake from my chest I took hold of him and fed..after ten long years in the grave I was now free. The one who had brought Stormshadow to me was Cami Starkiller, an old acquaintance of mine. I had met her as a young girl and has sent her to necropolis to be trained and protected, because even though I hated Salem I knew she would find what she needed there. I drank deeply from Lott and when I had finished feeding from him Cami begged me to spare the life of her companion and I did just that and more, much much more. I embraced Lott, giving him all that my line had to offer, and then some still. Upon that day I decided to gift Stormshadow with the one thing I had never given another. And as Dyssa Had made me promise not to give her gift without serious consideration to the one who shall receive it. I scanned Lott's soul and mind to see if the young Assamite was worth of such a gift, and he was. So I gave him my last gift and joined the realm of the living once more.
Now that I was Free of my early grave and now that I had my first and only apprentice I decided to return to the void to begin Lott's training. Another dozen years I spent training Lott and teaching him the In's and outs of sorcery though he was not suited for such magics so I released him to find his own path without my guidance, and to this day I have not seen my young friend again.
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Post by Alexander L. Kendall on Jun 30, 2005 19:08:27 GMT -5
I did not stay long in the void after I sent Lott oh his way my state of semi retirement did not last long before I went back out into the world once more. Something did not quite feel right to me then, but I did not know what it was until I ran into Akasha, She and I, at one time had known each other in passing, but she swore he had at one time been involved in some meaningful tryst, but even to this day I can not recall ever being intimate with her, though I do not doubt that any tryst with her would have been easily been forgotten. To my further surprise I was told I now had a daughter named Tattianna. Though I was suspicious, I was also wanted to meet the child I had supposedly fathered without my recollection. To this point I had never been one to take on the responsibility for another but I did remain there with Akasha for a brief time so that I might meet this child and further determine its heritage. If she was my daughter then I would stay long enough to instruct her in the ways of the void and her line.
It was during this time I called upon the power passed to me by my father, Nathanial. This was a power used by only the most ancient of my kind to split ones self into three separate but equal physical beings of the same soul(also known as soul splitting), The first of course was me, I remained there with Akasha to wait for Tattianna to to come so that I could determine the truth of the words Akasha spoke to me., the second was Narsisix he journeyed the realms for years before ending up int to sanction where he found a home and a interest in Falcon Starkiller, the third, Drakhass, returned to the void to take over the Citadel.
It was some time before I was able to meet Tattianna and I realized she had no gift for the manipulation of void , so I went to the Goddess to find the answers I now sought. The Goddess confirmed my suspicions and informed me that the child was not of my line and I was furious about Akasha's deception. I left the void immediately and returned to the mortal world to slay the impostor and Akasha but they had vanished like thieves in the night. The goddess had averted a major disaster in my life once again.
From there I ventured into the pits of hell and began unleashing the infinite fury I now knew on every being I found, slaying legions of hells minions just to release my fury and once it had abated I sought out the one person I need to see...Erina...She had by now taken up a new family and a new husband Lexicon, How I hated Lexicon and his smug and arrogant ways but I stayed my hand and did not slay the man by her request. Though at the time and even now I am not doing so was mistake not to do so.
During his time in Sanction Narsisix become enamored with Falcon and it grew rapidly, little did he know I already had a brief past with her, though even that would not have stopped him in his pursuit of her of that I am sure. Narsisix soon pledged the Starkiller family and become the minion of Silhouette. Shortly there after Narsisix met my brother Aiden,
Aiden was member of the starkiller family despite my numerous protests. Aiden informed Narsisix that he was at least part of me but Narsisix chalked that up to Aiden being delusional, for Narsisix still had no clue that he was only a small piece of a greater being, though equal to it as well. The night after he spoke with Aiden he returned to the void only to be accosted by the void itself, his mind flashed and filled with images and was filled with the knowledge of what he was, though the information was jumbled at best leaving his mind in a haze of confusion.
The next day he emerged from the void, just as I had come to Sanction to find him. I had given up on finding and finishing off Akasha and the child, Tattianna. I forced the union with Narsisix again and I went to Falcon to explain the circumstances By then I had grown bored with life and I allowed Narsisix to remain as the more dominate personality, and despite myself I enjoyed things that way for a while but it gave me a sense of belonging that I never could within the bonds of my family..and yet not so far from Erina's blood.
But Alas in the midst of family I found only more isolation. Narsisix had begun to bore me with his ways, so gradually I returned him to the depths of my psyche. There was no comfort to be had within the Starkiller family for me, except for the formation of a few friendships with ones I never would have expected to find to my liking. The most prominent ones were with Deviant, Daemic, Francis, and Ravyn though it was rough going from the start.
The growing friendships can be attributed to a link that I entered into known only as the Triad. The tiard linked Deviant, Daemic, and Myself The Triad was a melding our psyche's into one collective, and while the use of it was a failed experiment I found kinship in the two of them, but Falcon saw a romantic link with Deviant and I..but nothing could have been further from the truth..so Narsisix's untimely relationship with Falcon was very short lived but with Narsisix buried down deep inside of my psyche..he was none the wiser.
I spent many hours, when I was not working with Deviant and Daemic, speaking at length with Francis and it was during one of our many lengthy conversations I decided to take time away from the family. To my homeland I returned and decided to use my darkest magics to create a new being..one of the purest combination of Shadows and Void fused into one.. I Named him Caustic..for the dark creature could be nothing but exactly that, but I failed to take into consideration the link with Deviant..and hence I created an imperfect being..one that would be empathetic to only one being Deviant, the creation became obsessed with deviant so it was of no use to me.
I attempted to slay Caustic, but the pleas of Deviant stayed my hand from the killing blow, and to this day I regret letting her influence my decision on that matter, he is weak and no more than a pet to her, the poor creature should be put out of its misery. And to this day Deviant has still not realized that she now has an easily accessible weakness....Him.
My time in the Starkiller family was short lived also..I found Salem's lack of interest in the family and the fact Evil Blyss spent her time either lusting after me or ordering me around like some servant, to think a woman I could have had on her knee's and collard to me would have the audacity to think herself my equal or my superior for that matter. Yet it was not until Salem made the fatal mistake of executing Deviant that broke the proverbial camels back for me. Being linked as we were I saw Deviants execution through her eyes and quickly returned to Necropolis to see to it that Salem was punished for his arrogance but upon my arrival there Salem had amassed Help as he always had done each time I had come to take his head before..and despite my fury or perhaps because of it..I was unable to strike Salem and his two allies down..and my mortal form was destroyed in the melee. But as all creatures of the void, I may only be killed on my home plane. So my spirit returned to the void to amass the energies to return, and my mind used this time to formulate a plot to undo what Salem and his minions had done to my Sister.
An unlikely ally I found Rayvn, Deviants younger sister, she two had witness the destruction of Deviant and was not pleased with the result. Rayvn took it upon herself to retrieve me a new shell to inhabit so I could return to the realms and put my plan into motion. After my return to the world of the living I called in a favor he had earned, for sparing Lexicon's life years before, from Erina, and along with the help of Obsidian deBlackheat(an unusual Allie indeed but Deviants brother), Rayvn and Francis and I opened a portal to the past and retrieved Deviant and brought her to the present time...then using the information and memories of the hive mind from the link I brought Deviant up to date on things...especially the betrayal of Salem.
After things had calmed I returned to the void..to formulate further plans and my ambitions, though not even I knew where the path I chose would lead me...maybe to happiness but then again maybe to oblivion. In those days I made several treks into the realms..mostly to check up on my favorite sister Maddison, even after all these years I felt a kinship to her that even I was unable and incapable of explaining to myself.
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Post by Alexander L. Kendall on Jun 30, 2005 21:16:59 GMT -5
It is funny. I sit here now with the ink barely dried from my telling of the first half of my life; and there are so many names and faces I failed to mention, so many incidents that occurred, and so many thoughts I had that failed to arrive on these white pages after my pen was laid off to the side. In my reckoning none I wrote were more important than the others and none of the ones I left out were any less meaningful that the ones that stained the pages you have already read. While I could go back and rewrite this tome from the beginning and include the other people, places, things and ideas I wont. What I have written was to teach all those that come after me that all of life is filled with perils, heartbreaks and betrayal. Even I have known all these things upon my path to where I am today and even I will know them again no matter which form they take.
However from this point on I will endeavor to recall more of these things and place them here on the pages before you and let you, the reader, make the final judgment of me. Who was I? Was I a man or a cold hearted beast, was I a saint among my kind or a deviation from the norm. I will merely present the facts from my perspective and let you decide.
Before I left off from the story of my life, before my little diatribe, I had recently returned Deviant, my sister, back from an early grave. Now it was my time again, no longer would I suffer the interests of others at the cost of my own ambitions, now I would sculpt my world as I wanted it to be. No matter the cost to me and others.
Once Deviant had been returned to the present I took it upon myself to take time away from everyone. I could find no solace in the things that once had driven me; hate, greed, lusts, these things meant nothing to me. I tried to wash away my sins as a man and a father. I tried to bury the memory of my first and only son Julian. I was full of regret for ending his life prematurely to save my own, but I did as fate directed me too, I did as I am and as my kind demanded of me. This regret was a different kind of pain for me, I simply did not regret things. I did as I wanted and let others bare the burden of the consequences.
And no one bore more of the consequences than Erina did. She was the recipient of the brunt of my wrong doings. It is said we hurt the ones we love the most and in this case it was true, I did just that. Several times during those days I made the trip to see her and each time I did I could only find harsh words and sarcasm for her, but no one paid a higher price for my actions than I did. All I craved was her love and all I got in return was her contempt.
On one of my many visits I came bearing a gift, and wherein I thought it would please her. It however had an undesired effect. I had, through the years kept track of my father, Nathanial, and I had discovered he had locked himself away in our families estate and had driven himself mad with his desire for Erina, and I in my not so infinite wisdom thought it would be a good idea to grant him his wish. With the help of my mastery of sorcery I imprisoned him mind body and soul into an amulet fashioned from void matter. He had already imprisoned himself in isolation and desperation, I only brought his wish to never be apart from Erina to fruition.
I bound him to the amulet and presented it to her. Once she had touched the item she had known what I had done to my father and she was less than pleased with me, to say the very least. My actions incited yet another argument between her and I and at the bidding of my sister, Nikita, I left the grounds and did not return for some time. Looking back now I find it odd that Nikita and I did grow so close, I had been jealous of her having the one thing I ever wanted, but even she seemed to be alone in the world in a way only an immortal can know. To be alone in a crowd, was always a painful thing, and I had always been alone.
I allowed much time to pass before I dared to return to Erina's estate, but I kept in touch with Nikita, speaking to her at length and often about things I can no longer remember, but what I do remember is she always listened to me without predigest. I think she was the first person in the span of my life to offer me that much in return for no more than my company and a few pleasant words. Either way she is almost as dear to me as Maddison, though I doubt anyone could ever take the place of Maddison, she and I share a kinship that eludes me even now.
After each meeting with Nikita, I returned to the void and met with the goddess, she had been instrumental in many aspects of my life and I sought her council still. It was through one of these conversations that she suggested to me that soon I would need a true heir and I could only think of one I could see as the mother of my true heir and that was Erina. Against the Goddess's advice I returned to Erina's estate to make her see that my will was best for us all.
I left immediately and went to see her and too my surprise there was a man, who was not of her line there, a pampas arrogant man who dared to speak to me as If I were the whelp. This is when I met Maximus, or what we had all believed to be Maximus. Either way. he spoke to me as a child and I took immediate offense to his words and if it were not for the pleas of Erina I would have slain him on the spot. And though I did not trust him I was left no option but to respect Erina's wishes, though Nikita and I spoke at length about the man and agreed to remove him from his place of influence over Erina.
I made it my business after that first night to make my presence known around the estate more often than not, neglecting my duties to the goddess and the Citadel, but those things were meaningless to me at the time. It was my duty to insure I had a true Heir and I Would have Erina against all odds and at any cost. During several trips to her Estate I made it known what I wanted of her and though she denied me what I sought, I could tell deep in the back of her mind, despite the sarcastic barbs and arrows he slug at me that she indeed wanted the same. Perhaps it was her eyes, those infinite emerald pools that had haunted my dreams since I was a child that told me, but it was there. and I would have it.
It may have been my constant presence or maybe Erina had tired of his presence, but the man I knew only as Maximus had left the estate and things had returned to normal, or as close to normal as the life of any immortal could be. I returned again and again and yet Erina denied me my prize. Although in private Nikita told me she would do what she could to influence her mothers decision in my favor. What, if anything, Nikita was able to do to influence Erina I was always grateful to her.
Over time my visits slowed to the estate, I had grown weary of the constant bickering with Erina, I thought then that maybe I should let her be and go on with life without her though it pained me to even think of such things. Yet I went to her once more and I tried to convince her to bear my heir to no avail. My spirit sank and my spirit shifted from my mortal shell. I was defeated I had no more will to fight with her, no more will to be in the mortal world without her at my side. I left my body there in the estate and went to the Citadel for what I had thought would be eternity, but I was wrong.
All I felt now for the world was contempt and hate. Yet all that would come to an end sooner than I expected it to. I had lived and died, so to speak without ever knowing compassion or what it felt like to be love, but did a creature such as I deserve such a thing? Whether or not those things found me in the form of a waif of a girl, Rayvn. She had lost everything she had known to save me when I had fallen before the treachery of Salem and his minions, such selfless sacrifice from someone who was no more than a stranger to me seemed misplaced, yet she gave it all willingly to save me and in return I soon gave her only what I knew of affection. It was not enough for her and after she bore me triplets she left the Void to return to the shadows. Why I can not say, perhaps it was fear of life, or perhaps my nature had been as much to blame, but whatever the reason was she had left me and the children and for that I could not forgive her.
The children came as they always did in my line; two sons and a daughter; Brendan, Melantha, and Izaak. Each one echos of both me and their mother, all except Melantha. Melentha was an image of Erina from her emerald eyes to the dark raven locks that framed her beautiful features and though I cared for the three of them equally Melantha had a place close to my heart. Seeing her almost took my breath from me. Those emerald eyes reflected my soul back at me and told me that if I ever wanted to be whole I would have to find Erina and do whatever was necessary to have her at my side where I knew she belonged.
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Post by Alexander L. Kendall on Jul 3, 2005 19:07:01 GMT -5
It still amazes me how quickly things can change. The children have grown up so rapidly I find it harder to remember their childhood. They are quickly approaching their first dreaming. I still remember my first dreaming well and while I wont go into great detail it told me what I needed to know and it told me, or at least my interpretation of it, that I needed to obtain Erina to be whole. It is said that if you truly want something you have to devote your entire existence to achieve it and that is what I did in regards to Erina.
Once the children were old enough to be left to their own devices for short periods, I made it a priority to visit Erina's estate. I went there for the sole purpose of convincing her to accept the reality of our mutual attraction or as the case maybe our intertwined fate. She had always been reluctant to accept my words as the truth, she figured I had some ulterior motive, a twisted revenge plot or some dastardly plan to torment her, but she was wrong. My motives had always been pure, or at least as pure as the man behind them.
It was on one of my visits that I found Erina alone and scantily dressed as if she had been expecting company, and I later resolved to believe she had known I was coming. Although to this day I still do not know the truth on the matter. Either way she and I spoke and as usual our calm words turned to harsh retorts and before long our venom for each other had reached an all time high. To my embarrassment now I resolved to return the emotional torment on her that she had begun on me, and she in return did what I could never abide, she began to toy with my already volatile emotions. Needless to say, as she was the only one I ever knew who could so easily bring out the beast in me, that soon her tempestuous ways drew my wrath.
It all happened so quickly that I had no time to contemplate over the true consequences of my actions, as where in my intentions may have been to merely return her contempt three fold, before I knew it I had snatched the medallion from around her neck and crushed it within my grip, killing my father Nathanial, I did however have the mental capacity to ward her from the ensuing explosion that rocked the citadel to its foundation, she came away with only minor scrapes and bruises I myself had taken the brunt of the explosion upon myself charring my flesh before hurtling me form through the expanse of the citadel and into the wall with tremendous force. I knew even then I would be healed of my wounds, the physical ones, but I could not comprehend the great feeling of loss that would take me. Although I never respected my father Nathanial in his life, I now she is weakness was accustomed to my own, and Erina was that weakness. How I miss him now. In her anguish Erina agreed to come stay with me in the void for a specific period of time to see if that could help resolve our differences. but as I would soon find it it might magnify our differences as well.
It was several years before I saw Erina again. I spent my time transversing the realms. Randomly choosing my destination from day to day as a direct consequence of my mood. It was during this time I received a message from my dearest sister Maddison. She wanted to meet me in New York to discuss some things. I met with her in an upscale apartment in the more pricey side of town. She told me it was someones place and she was just using it for our little meeting. We talked for hours and Maddison asked me to join the Order. I wasn't sure I was ready to take on any new responsibilities with the children and a growing family, but after careful consideration I decided to take the offer and join my sister in the rankings of the Order.
A few days after the meeting with Maddison I took it upon myself to seek Erina out. I found her in Club Ministry sitting with Deviant and Melantha. I didn't want to talk to her with a crowd so I waited until Deviant and Melantha before approaching her. I sat and with her and we didn't speak for several moments before we talked. Erina was uncomfortable speaking in such a public place so we returned to the citadel and had a deep conversation and resolved our issues. It wasn't long after we had finished talking we fell into each others arms. That night we conceived a child.
During this time the family had grown in leaps and bounds; Deviant had taken two childer, Triston and Mika, though the latter of the two was stripped of the blood soon after for consorting with Angelics. Triston had taken a daughter, Salome. Faye and Francis too had made their desires known to join as well and with the addition of my new apprentice we were ready to expand our realm of influence to other settings.
I visited the goddess frequently in those days, seeking her council and it was on one visit she made her intent known that she wanted me to forcefully bring Erina into the family. I was rather unnerved by the thought though I said nothing upon that visit with her. I left the meeting feeling torn between my loyalty to the Goddess and my growing affections for Erina. It was the most difficult decision I had ever made.
I returned to the Goddess a few moths later to try to convince her not to force my hand and make you forcefully take Erina into the family but she would not hear it instead she threatened to kill both Erina and the child should I not comply. It was then in my moment of pause I made my decision; I called upon the Drawing of the Three once more..this time summoning Tyrannix, the ancient Dracodemonicus, and Drahess the creature of the darkest shadow and the three of us began our assault on the Goddesss..unleashing the full brunt of my magical abilities upon her as the other two battled her with blade and tooth and claw. It was then my Sister Deviant arrived and joined the battle.
Though shortly she lay battered and broken, as did Tyrannix and Drahess..but the goddess had been significantly weakened. The Goddess and I faced off in a final battle that scorched the dark Sky's and and charred the earth of the void. Being as most of my magics were tied directly to the void my abilities were very limited, My shadow powers and my own personal Disciplines were all I had at my disposal while she had the full weight and fury of the void at hers. Ultimately her arrogance was her undoing and I slew her with the assistance of a "Blood Mother" and a kiss of pure oblivion.
With her form destroyed the goddess's spirit sought out the only one I could never destroy. After the battle her spirit whisked itself away and infested Erina's body. In my weakened state after the battle I had not the force to expel her the Dark Queen from my soon to be Mate. How and when I would be able to do so I did not know, thought I knew I would need to seek out the assistance of others to do so.
I had not the capacity to understand the Goddess's intentions in the whole matter, but unless I am wrong, which I hardly ever am when I have had time to consider things in depth, I believe the goddess had wanted the reaction I gave her and the consequence of her death would be the catalyst to her desires.
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