Anubis is a young man that works as a blacksmith for his village. One night when his younger friends decide it would be fun to summon a creature they had read about in an old forgotten book things take a very steep turn as life becomes a race agains...
Anubis's body trembled as he felt where the wound once was located, he then quickly looked at the man "What that fuck kind of deal-making was that!" Anubis growled in rising anger which began to boil even more as Viktor began to laugh his stone-cold eyes looked into Anubis's. "It is called bonding, you all truly know nothing these days you know that?" Dáinn purred in a chilling calm way. Anubis looked at the vampire and gritted his teeth "You fucking demonic creature. You will be lucky to make it a week with the hunters being so popular these days..." Anubis said in a monotone voice.
Dáinn covered his face with his hand as he began to laugh hysterically "Hunters you say? Did god finally abandon you all?" Dáinn asked in a sarcastic manner. Before Anubis could answer Dáinn moved closer to him moving his hand away from his face smirking devilishly while eyeing a vein in Anubis's neck. Anubis noticed and shoved past Dáinn going to the other side of the room. "No he didn't, but with your kin running about we had to do something," Anubis said in a frigid tone his dark brown eyes pierced Dáinn with pure hatred.
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Dáinn looked at Anubis then asked him curiously. "Would you like to know why I was banished~?" Anubis hesitated then looked away thinking for a minute then replied with a serious tone, "You have ten minutes.". Dáinn smiled and sat down in a nearby wooden chair that sat next to a writing desk where a freshly written letter layed waiting to be folded and sealed with wax. "Good but before I go into my details there is something you must understand," Dáinn said with a small yawn leaning his cheek on his hand while his elbow rested on the top of the desk. Anubis bit back the sarcasm he wanted to use and instead answered with a calm voice but his facial features gave away how much he was not in the mood for the vampire's rubbish. "And what would that be?" He said. Anubis's dark swirling eyes watched Dáinn as he shook his head with a chuckle that seemed to make Anubis even more frustrated, "Well?" Anubis asked growing impatient. Viktor spoke with an enthusiastic tone "No matter how much you will come to hate me or may even try to kill me," Dáinn stood up and made his way across the floor now only inches away from Anubis's face he whispered while gently holding Anubis's chin with his thumb and pointer finger, "You will never be rid of me not until your dying breath is forcefully drawn from your body and when it is I will be back in the abyss~."
Anubis glared at the man feeling his cold hand but it was the words he had spoken that left Anubis in a rage. 'God damn it!' He thought to himself then hit the man's hand away harshly "Very well now tell me the history of yourself.."
