The threat of a full out war between the Blood Takers and The Dark Plane is fast approaching. Already the Takers are slaughtering and pillaging the Plain's villages. Factions unite with King Cyn, the King of the Plane and The Black Dragon Clan again...
CYN, King of The Darkened Plane pressed his lips together in a thin line. "So they have declared war," he stated calmly. One would think a King should not be this tranquil upon news of an army ready to march against his kingdom. Then again, Cyn was no ordinary King.
"Aye, my King," the troll Banir responded.
"And where do the Elves and Wizards stand? The Dwarves? The Humans? Shifters? Witches?"
"All have pledged allegiance to you my King. All except the Wizards, the Black Fairies, the Ogres, the Hyena Shifters and obviously the vampires" Banir grimaced.
"I see," Cyn muses.
"Rise Banir. I release you from my service," then the King chanted the ancient spell much to the Troll King's surprise releasing him from their blood contract.
"But my king, I still have two thousand years of servitude to you," Banir argues though he could feel his strength return, his ties to his people renewed.
"No longer am I your King. You are the King of your people once again Banir. We are at war. You and your people must decide who you fight beside," Cyn waves a hand and muttered a spell outfitting Banir in the robes a King should wear. King Banir tilted his head in surprise.
"I pledge my allegiance to you King Cyn," King Banir says with a half bow to Cyn. Yes, he knew the Dragon King is a very honorable man but he never expected this. Most would have used the blood oath to force Banir and his people to fight regardless if they even wanted to fight or not.
"My Kin- I mean King Cyn, if it may please you I'd like to speak with my people," Cyn nodded, his mind already formulating battle strategies. So much to do in a time when war breaches the land the Dragon King swore to protect.
Cyn retired to his rooms and gazed upon the portrait of his Familiar. Of his King. War could not have come in a better time. A time when he grows weary of living. Alone. No one to share these riches with anymore. A time when he curses the dawn. Wishing he could impale himself upon his sword and join his mate in the afterlife.
"Ian, my love, why did you have to go?" Cyn whispers levitating a few feet in the air so that he can run his fingers down the painted cheek of his deceased husband.
It's been two thousand years since Ian fell in battle. So many changes with the world. So many indeed and Cyn had to face them all alone.
Supernatural beings and humans now coexist. The things that went bump in the night are no longer the stuff of legends.
Cyn takes another longing look at his husband before tracing to his study. He sat heavily on the chair and gathered parchment and a pen. He penned a missive requesting all the Clan Leaders, Head Sorcerers and Faction Presidents to verify their ties with the Darkened Plane and to attend a briefing in his castle so that talks could be held in preparation for the many battles that were definitely going to happen in the future.
Cyn chanted a spell and watched as the parchment caught aflame and then disappeared from his grasp.
Within the two days it took for all representatives to arrive at Castle of Darkness three villages in the Darkened Plane were attacked. Women, children, men even the animals were slaughtered.
Preneursde Sang *. They are the vilest of all creatures. They live up to their name. Vampires that feed without limitation, without control. Draining a body dry. Taking every drop of life blood from a person.
"This meeting is called to order!" the gavel banged and the representatives went deathly silent. All looking to Cyn for guidance.
"I thank you all for attending and pledging your loyalty to me. As you are aware the Preneurs de Sang* have declared war on the Darkened Plane. Three villages have been wiped out. Over one thousand women, children and men have been slaughtered," Cyn looks around at the leaders of the clans that make up the Darkened Plane.
"We must respond in kind!" Lena, the High Sorceress declared banging the oaken table.
"Well-"
A loud boom sounded as the doors to the meeting room is thrown open only to reveal a body.
This causes great concern to Cyn. He spelled those doors shut himself. No one should be able to open those doors. No one. Except..
It's not possible. Cyn saw his king fall in battle with his own two eyes. But that scent. Fresh strawberries...he'd know that scent anywhere.
Not thinking twice Cyn rushes over to the body. The smell of fresh blood thick in the air.
"Ian?" his robes billowing, wind strong enough to carry a four pound hound blows around the room. Hands trembling Cyn whispered a de-spelling spell.
He heard the chaos ensue from his delegates but paid no mind. Ian was lying there in a pool of his own blood. A note clutched in his hand.
Be with your husband one last time for by the next full moon we will eradicate every living creature in the Darkened Plane.
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Banir, the Troll King watched as the king he served for the past five hundred years showed something he never saw unless he was gazing at the portrait of his dead husband.
In this moment Cyn was not a king, nor dragon. Cyn was a man. A husband. A lover.
"Ian?" Cyn whispered. No anchor. Lost in emotion. His power flying everywhere. Wind blew inside, Banir could smell the rain and hear the cracks of thunder outside. Healing spells, one after the other flew from Cyn's lips.
"Please! Everyone retire to your quarters until we get this incident sorted!" Banir shouts over the whistling of the wind.
"Cyn! Tamp down your power!" Banir bellowed. Watching closely while the man kneels in his husband's blood.
"Ian!" chants of healing Cyn sang in that eerie, beautiful voice of his.
First time Banir has ever laid eyes on the king called Ian. On one big gasp the king of legend opens his eyes.
"Cyn, my...love," that was all it took to disarm the king.
Abruptly the wind died, rain and thunder ceased in the blink of an eye.
King Ian's eyes flutter close. A peaceful calm taking the place of the grimace of pain.
Then rage. Rage Banir has never witnessed before in his ten thousand years of life crosses Cyn's face. Storm raging in his eyes as he gathers his husband's body in his arms as if the man were a new born babe.
It has begun.
If it is war those vile vampires were looking for then it is a war they will get.
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Preneursde Sang * means blood takers in French.
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