The Rogue and The Brotherhood

Chapter 5

Saint growled as she stared at the Paleskins. Those dead bastards are not claiming any lives today. Good thing she had Wu Tang clan playing in her ears then... Method Man always got her in the mood to fucking paleskins up in the motherfucker.

Swords clashed together, sparks flying. Both Saint and the paleskin struggled against eachother, but she backed up, and japped the paleskin in the gut, following with the sword to the neck. Saint kicked another, making it stagger backwards as she launched herself up from the small army. Swords collided, sparks flying as she pushed down with all her weight. The pale skin pushed against her, her falling back, landing on her feet. She growled as she launched forward, claiming more lives with one swing than she ever could imagine. Like she cared. All she wanted was to get a peice of that ass as trophies on her nightstand.

She growled, snarling as the wind picked up, and she launched against it, fighting more of them. She was getting good at it, but some tried to ambush her from behind, and she wasn't having that. She growled and attacked them, and stood as the crowd got bigger. "God... How many are there?"

Just then, something dropped in and slashed five from behind her, and growled louder than a tiger. Saint looked around, to find a much broader man there, his black hair shimmering like the moon as he looked back at her... Damn... He even looked like a tiger when pissed. "Who are you?" she growled.

He backed up until they were back- to- back with eachother. "No time for introductions.. Looks to me I'm saving your ass..."

"My ass doesn't need saving"

"Says she that is getting circled by thirty other paleskins"

"Fuck you"

"You wish"

She chuckled as he launched. She claimed the lives that were on her side, and as they took on at least two, the restof the brotherhood, and Damal, followed in suit. "Oh, wow..." Saint sighed.. Now they help.

After about fifteen minutes, she huffed as she sheathed her sword. "Alright... We're relocating" She said as she walked off, sighing as she walked out of the carcass hill, and into the house, everyone staring at her.

She had no feeling in her eyes. All she knew was that this was planned. She had to figure this shit out. There was no was that this was just pure coincidence..

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The Mamedon snorted to the darkness, wide red eyes pierced the darkness with a fury unmatched by most, an strange mist birthed from the depths of darkness, Mamedon's appearance was both fearsome and challenging. His skin was ashen gray, with chipped flakes that would burn with an intensity to the molten lava surrounding his realm, no hair upon the scalp, the red eyes that glare of wrath. Scars coating the leathery skin gives stories unto the many battles this manner of creature has endured. All of his existence infuriating useless while the Chosen Virgin lived! Mamedon's soulless eyes corrupted by the darkness in which it dwelt as his home looked upon the mirrored veil that served as his connection from the Non-Temporal Realm to that of more Mortal means.

An un-felt snow crunched underneath his weight as he walked towards the veil, here, where Mamedon dwelt was a forever winter, deep red eyes squinting against the frosting snowflakes, the darkness of the world was enveloped in one of the coldest winters the Mamedon had ever known. It's climate controlled by his powers yet it was still not enough to soothe his fueling rage...

A bone-creaking, tree-snapping, and water-freezing winter that held no pity nor concern for anyone or anything that was trapped in the big tundra scene of the Realm. Fluorescent firelight's held glinting icicles and flickered small yellow hazes in the night air, the luminescent lights like fireflies against a violet sky, draping heavy winds across to whip in between the mountain caverns. The sky a black velvet decorated with a sea of stars, sparkling brightly to condescend the yellow lights of the Mamedon's home. Smoke from lower fire crags filled the phosphorus air, mixing with the hazy frost that descends with each bough of torturous wind, as if wishing to peel back the flesh to expose the tissues underneath to freeze upon contact.

Such terrible surroundings to those who would not know the Mamedon; had there been trash upon the ground one wouldn't even know it because of the brown, smog covered snow. The white snow that fell upon the ground was quickly changed to brown slush with the crag fumes, the water which ran down the cave walls from the snow above froze creating what small magic as it would reflect the cavern and firelight. The winding paths that would lead to Mamedon's home was treacherous, cliffs dropping sheer sheets of ice, yet the danger within the cave would be more feared as it was Mamedon himself.

It was frustrating; for all his phenomenal cosmic powers-that he must enact through others to kill for him. The Mamedon clicked his tongue in thought, hearing the agonizing screams from the vermin of the world as they met their eternal damnation with their sacrifice. Anger and hatred had then burrowed in his heart, a black void that was undying except for the joy in the work that he now did, causing the suffering of others seemed to ease his own defilement. Darkness had consumed him, once fine nails curled into claws, chipped and sharpened by the rock and brimstone that harbored his anger. This Realm was his own and should he every be able to travel beyond his confinement a new reign of terror would be born. Where one could tremble before his might, a Prince of Darkness, Lord of the Damned. He fed upon the fears of Man and Vampire alike, the shrieks of pain lilting music to his ears, the Mamedon dwelt upon their darkest secrets, insatiable sinners-he could twist upon whim, feeding their souls to guarantee their eternal suffering...

The Pale Skins had not returned with the hunted target's severed head or disemboweled carcass, which made the Mamedon furious. He should have known their failure would come... If one wants something done, they have to do it themselves; it was time for the Mamedon to take matters into his own hands! Looking past the veil to find out the reason his servants were missing, the Mamedon's anger intensified as his ungodly gaze fell upon the rogue that slaughtered his servants. The woman... She had now garnered the attention of one infinitely her superior and with it, signed and sealed her death warrant. An infernal roar erupted from the winter landscape, the ground shook with a seismic quaking, the very tectonic plates grinding and cracks erupting along the cliff-side, the vampires would meet their end!

The infestation of vampiric beings will be eradicated from the face of the earth, starting with the Chosen Virgin being the first blood to spill. The Mamedon's hatred was eternal and unending beyond the depths of destruction, when he was done with this vampire incursion, with this woman who dared to stand against him, the Mamedon will show this puny and pitiful world the true meaning of Fear...