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...
Dáinn gazed into Anubis's dark eyes with his own coldness, he moved away swiftly and within just a blink of an eye, he was back in the chair sitting leaning back against the wooden chairs back. Dáinn then closed his eyes as if encountering the very moment and reason over again, Dáinn spoke slowly and in a menacing tone "My kin and I were exiled by the one you call the supreme one because we began to question him and his growing power." His mouth started to become dry, "He banished me down to the abyss, my once pure white wings burned like a woodland fire turning to a smoldered black color." Dáinn slightly shifted around in the chair remembering the horrid pain from that day.
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"The others were then forever banished to the grounds of earth where they would wreak havoc for all eternity never satisfying the growing hunger that grows, they will never be satisfied or full they will always be tormented by starvation and never dying from it." He said with a resentful grumble. As Dáinn continued on with his story the more he would speak of that day the more he could feel the burning passion to have revenge on the one who had forsaken him. Anubis looked at him with a quiet expression, "So you were once an..." Dáinn cut him off with a sharp reply "Yes I was an angel." Dáinn then began to laugh in a demented way his eyes either full of pain or rage, or maybe it was both?
Anubis looked away from the clearly psychopathic man then asked in his smooth voice that truly was like honey to Viktors ears "I don't understand how are you a vampire shouldn't you be a fallen angel or something along those lines?". Dáinn chuckled lowly and spoke, "He made sure I would pay for my sins~" Anubis then made a 'Tch' sound before grumbling under his breath "Well from the story you clearly must have deserved it..." Dáinn walked up to him, now looming over the man Dáinn spoke in a warning tone, "Watch what you say or you may just wake up with a few new scars boy..." As Anubis was about to grab Dáinn's shirt collar he was already gone, he had been gone for over a thousand years and it was his time of the night to truly enjoy something fresh. Dáinn walked in the welcoming shadows of the village he could hear the heartbeat of an elderly woman nearby close to her death as it is, He smiled his face hidden by the shadows. Dáinn made his way to the women's home that was an old stone cottage cracks were running through the small cobblestones and vines were beginning to cling to anything they could find and grow on.
The bronze doorknob slowly turned as Dáinn opened the door silently, he stepped inside taking in the layout of the room. It was small a wooden table with four matching chairs sat in the far left corner and a roaring fireplace that was ablaze was to the far right, a what would seem to be a homemade rug laid out over the floor where books gathering dust sat crying out for someone to gently pick them up and brush their spines, to hold them and be read once more.
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Dáinn looked to the steps that lead up to the attic he moved quickly up them not a single creak went out. He saw the woman sleeping in her small cot as he gently loomed over her he made the newly death fast and painless, as only the sound of an owl hooting could be heard from outside under the beauty of the full moon's light.
