The Fallen

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗

Dáinn's cold eyes slowly opened a devilish smile began to grow on his face. He could feel it even while in the deepest part of the abyss he could feel his name being spoken, his body faded away from the darkness of the quiet abyss and began to form into what he could make out to be a lonesome cabin. But that was of course before his sharp gaze turned to a tall muscle-bound young man holding his head in what looked like pain, Dáinn laughed to himself while hiding in the still shadows of the unlit room. When he spoke his voice was smooth as whiskey but sharp as a freshly sharpened blade."So you are the one who summoned me~," Dáinn said amused, he watched as the man jumped from the sudden spoken words and chuckled as he saw the man grab a match quickly lighting the unlit candle. "Who are you?" Was what the man asked Dáinn, 'Why do they always ask this.' He thought to himself unamused now. Viktor spoke again "You summoned me, boy, you know very well who and what I am." He purred.

Dáinn watched as the man froze and soon understood who was now in his home, oh how Dáinn loved watching the lower beings figure things out. But the best to witness was their reaction the reactions some would have always made him laugh unconditionally. The mysterious man glared at where Dáinn had finally emerged from now not hiding his cold white skin and glowing devilish blue eyes.  Dáinn tilted his head in curiosity "What is your name boy?" he asked with a sly grin. The man took a minute to reply as if considering it even wise to tell Dáinn but in the end when he spoke he replied "My name is Anubis, and from what I know for now you are Dáinn or The Fallen one." Dáinn began to laugh hysterically and smiled more nearly like a sociopath "Is that what people are calling me these days? That is quite hilarious..." Dáinn said his voice went from being calm to cold when he trailed off on the last bit said. Anubis looked away from the man his body shifting uncomfortably before he spoke "So arent we supposed to make a deal of sorts?" Anubis said in a worried tone.  

Dáinn smiled letting his vampire fangs show in the soft candle-lit room, "Oh my dear boy." Dáinn chuckled in a psychopathic way. "We already have..." And with those few spoken words, Viktor appeared face to face with the man plunging a cold-bladed dagger into Anubis's stomach. A special kind of excitement filled Dáinn's body as he watched the scarlet red blood flow off of the dagger's blade and splatter onto the hard wooden floor beneath them. He laughed manically before moving his hand away running his slick tongue over the blade enjoying the taste of the sweet blood. The wound quickly healed and had only left a scar as if it had not happened in years, Dáinn smiled wiping the blood from his mouth slowly moving away.