vEmpire

vEmpire; Prologue

Warsaw, Poland, 1795

"You damn vampire hunters... You monstrous Maciej Pupils!! I KNOW you took him! The one so close and so dear to me... How DARE you dabble in the affairs of a vampire, no less their king!!"

Flame-lit torches lit up the night sky near the Lechoslaw Royal Castle in Poland. Although the exterior of the castle was magnificent in itself with all of it's luster and prime condition, it was feared due to he who owned it.

Screams of enragement and protest uproared at the front gates of the palace from a large group of people wielding torches, pitchforks and other weapons of the sort for vampire hunting. This such group was known as the Maciej, a group of vampire hunters well known throughout Warsaw.

This specific group were professionals  in their craft, as they were led by Markus Maciej, a priest at one of the major churches in the village, and the leader of the Clan.

Those in the Maciej wore long robes with draping hoods that covered their faces as to not let the king of Vampires see their face. Markus Maciej told his followers to wear such attire, because he believed that if the Beast so much as gets a glance at any one of their faces, he will immediately know themselves and their family ties, making their lives, and the lives of those related, a living Hell.

Eventually, from the crowd infront of the cursed palace, one of the higher ranked shamans stepped forward to speak;

"Although we do indeed wish for your species to be wiped from the face of the earth, you have no evidence of us doing such a deed" said he "And even if we did, we would have burned him at the stake and made it a public event for all to see, of which, we have not done."

Such words have never angered the King of Vampires any greater...

"Lies... Lies... ALL OF WHAT YOU SAY IS LIES!!"

With rage pumping through his dead veins, The vampiric tyrant pounced upon the Shaman. Sharp, glistening fangs bared in anger as he attempted to strike at his neck. Upon seeing the attempted assault, the remaining Maciej charged at their Shaman's attacker, pitchforks and all aimed at the beast.

"You vile creature! Damn you! Damn you to hell!!"

With a well planned swoop, the Vampire King spread his wings and flew above the Maciej, looking over them with the very word "Death" written in his gaze. With wings spread as far as the skies, the blood sucker screamed in his native tongue of Polish,

"You damn Maciej! Brutes! Hypocrites! I vow that you will never be able to pass on your teachings to your descendants! Nor will i allow them live to see the light of day!!"

With a swish of his hand, he summoned thousands upon thousands of bats to swarm and plunge through the air towards the Maciej below, causing the group to run and scream in panic. This chaos and disorder made the next part of the tyrant's plan all the more sneaky.

With another unseen gesture, he summoned his Armada, a group of nearly five hundred horsemen all led by their general, a being who held an axe—for beheading his victims—in one hand, and none other than his very own head in the other, it's skin a paleish purple from decay.

The Maciej were chased throughout all of Warsaw, Bats and Horsemen at their heels. Screeches and the clopping of hooves could be heard throughout the night, along with the blood curdling screams of those who were not fast enough to outrun the beings of night...