Damienous Viktorious

Damien

It's 1689. The Vampiric community is at an all time low and the Cult of Mordra is getting fidgety, for more and more vampires are dying each day. Humans have learned how to kill vampires: cinnamon water and beheading. Damien, the founder of the Cult of Mordra, is terrified of the looming extinction of his race. The three Alpha Spirits are not due for another four-hundred years. Luckily, Damien is the Keeper of the Alphas, so he has the ability to jump across time.

Viktoria. When you hear her name, you think "horror". That's what everyone thinks. She's the neighborhood goth girl meaning she is the one who is supposedly "in a cult" or "a satan worshipper". She's neither, but she enjoys people thinking that. It amuses her to know that people are scared of her. She's always had a strange aura around her that makes people want to run and hide in the closets. She smells sweet; like cotton candy, but without the cotton candy smell. It's rather complicated, to be honest. Go to a haunted house at a carnival and that's what she smells like. Her life is pretty normal. She gets up, gets dressed, goes to school, comes home, eats, then goes to sleep. Normal. Everyday. Except for sometimes. At night, she has dreams. Bad dreams. They usually involve red skys, a large, dark thing, war, and vampires. She wakes up with her tongue bleeding each and every time. She doesn't know why though, so she figures she just keeps biting her tongue out of fear. The dreams became more and more vivid until one night she heard a whooshing, windy noise. Someone was knocking on the door, so she went and opened it. It was Damien.

He said, "Master Aleijr, please come with me. We are in dire need of assistance."