Night Girl

Asylum part 1

Asylum was founded the day whenJesus Christ was resurrected after the third day. At first, few vampires assumed it was Hell for they had to be near death to experience the dimension. One particular follower that was pierced to the cross bore such a burden of being alone into this world cursing his fate believing he had been forsaken by the Messiah. He was suprised when he discovered his changes in a pool of water. His screams of horror was echoed across the dark mountains. Despite following the son of God to his folly, the man merely became cursed remembering the silver nails that embedded upon his wrists and feet. The betrayel was payment in silver for the false disciple and became the symbol of betraying the Guidance of God. Those who used that silver were then transformed into a different form of evil. A curse of life that couldn't end until death takes those that deserve it. The disciple prayed and prayed for many days in this world and didn't recieve an answer. He instead shouted a spew of passages from the Bible until the word "Asylum" brought him back to the cross. He cried out in agony as a crow pecked at his flesh. It was scared off at his shouts. He spotted a Roman Soldier eye him while munching on an apple. It seemed he enjoyed this much to the disciples anguish.

"Your messiah it seems has been robbed from his coffin."

The disciple was amazed and relieved hearing those words as he believed His Ascension came true. He smiled to himself despite the pain and was brought back from his joy to the cold reality as the soldier punched his stomach.

"Despite whatever beliefs you all hold there will always be the might of the Gods of Rome. Not your gentle man spreading falsehoods of kindness and equality when there will always be the top and bottom class. You all now pay the price for his crimes. Wuch is the fate of those who choose the words of this "almighty God." The soldier laughed loudly.

The eyes focused solely on his exposed vein. The laughter was such a disgusting sound. To a non-believer it became a sound that couldn't be drowned out no matter how many prayers were said as they were pelted by stones across the streets. A sound of pierced flesh grinding against the silver made the guard stop and watch the disciple cry out in a rage as he tried freeing himself.

"HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!" The soldier used his spear to stab his shoulder.

It was his first and last mistake as the disciple broke free and gripped his throat. The soldier struggled trying to break free before a loud snap was heard and more followed as he tore himself off the cross. The blood stained the wood and silver as his body came off. There was a loud screech and multiple gushing sounds of oozing blood from the feeding frenzy. When the disciple came to he looked down at the drained corpse. He stared at his hands that were covered in bruises and scrapes that slowly began to heal.

"The son... he gave me this..." He laughed hysterically to himself. "THE POWER OF THE ALMIGHTY."

He knelt to the earth and saw his other punctures heal themselves along with the color on his skin. The realization kicked in when he took a second glance at the corpse and emptied the contents of his stomach. He hurled twice before staring at the bloody cross.

"This... isn't a power of God..."

The following centuries were of moral confusion and clashes of beliefs. The disciple had merely came close to dying on multiple occasions, but each time he always returned to the land he named Asylum for it became his new salvation through the centuries. He discovered many resources and others could be transported to this place. Natural stone and accessible water was apparent in this land. This curse he had was infectious as he came to turn many who began to follow him through a cult after his demonstration of power. When he introduced his followers to this home he began to build a society. A society for those that are cursed to thrive and count themselves as blessings of the sinned. The term Vampyre came to be as the disciple laid a foundation for his followers. His final days was spent protecting his daughter from those that hunted his kind for centuries. It was the year 736. A famine had struck the land depriving the humans nourishment, but the Vampires held a feast upon the dead's blood as they paid respects upon the corpses. They weren't monsters as the few that were over the years that abused their curse. The corpses of the starved were prayed for their souls and drained as to not waste their blood. The goblets were filled with the essence of the dead and were spilled as fast as the many that fell during a purge known as "The Night of Sorrow." 87 vampires were killed; men, women, and children... no one was spared except for Ghillia, the daughter of the disciple due to luck. She was merely 11 years old when her father sacrificed himself for what he thought was right for the future of his subjects. The organization that hunted his kind had no knowledge of his daughter's existence and never knew after the purge. Many of the order members committed suicide upon learning of the entries written by the mothers of the children. The order members that partook in this purge were caught hiding survivors that soon became burned to a crisp upon a cross while the betrayers of the order were hanged for the tempations of darkness. Their blind faith in what was right is what made them begin to question the order's existence and soon after infighting began.