Immortal Covenant

Prologue

300 years ago before the Present Day of 2018. -1718, somewhere in Northern Russia. Isolated Town.

It was the coldest night. Like every night in Russia, located in the north.  But on this particular night. Something is coming. It comes way further from the West. It came here to escape. It came here to spread. It came here to feed.

There's a town. The nearest main town is 30 miles away. The only in and out are by carriage or by horses. The population is just 200. It is small in number, it is enough to take down a whole country.

Snow begins to fall. Adding another layer of snow on the ground. Covering the mud, the trail path, and also covering the sound of walking. The only that is invisible to see is the trail of footmarks. That walk on two legs suddenly disappears into thin air.

The sun begins to set. Slowly by the hour darkness flooded the town. Blizzard begins to blow. The sound of the slapping woods against each other. To the smell of somebody else dinner. To the sizzling of the hot pan.

How unfortunate, the town guard is missing, and so does it begin. More of the hour has passed and the blizzard has come to an end. The cloud disperses away. Living on a very bright moon. Something like this is not supposed to be left unwatched.

So the townspeople begin to walk out of their home. Some stay, indeed. But some would like to enjoy the quiet night outside. Or maybe go to the nearest Tavern to have a couple of beers.

The town guards, walk along the house just for a stroll with their partners. It is Indeed quiet this night despite the loud cheering inside the tavern. All in all, it is very quiet.

The pack of dogs in the chain suddenly began to growl and howl. This will signal a clear head of danger is around. An alert to something they do not know is coming. Maybe just a wild animal walking by?

The two guardsmen, walk near the old barn house. Where the town people keep their farm animal supplies for the winter. They want to make sure everything is okay but what they found, is a trail of frozen blood on the snowy ground.

The pool of blood leads the way further to the section room behind. When there is a death among 200 people in this town, there's a bell needed to be rung. But when the panic and such adrenaline rush begin to combust, you can't expect to think clearly. Before one of the guardsmen ran away from the old barn house, his body was lifted in a rush once he set foot into the snow.

The partner didn't know. As he sends the order to his partner to go and make an alert, he stands still to look further at the back. How curious he thought that was why the bell didn't ring. It is not that far away.

He takes a look away from the crime scene and wishes to come back later to get a look at why the bell isn't ringing yet. He didn't have the chance to move a little of his feet when something got on hold of him and pulled him back into the shadow, leaving a big scream howling Into the quiet night.

That raises a few heads around the town. Especially those who stay at home. To the people inside the tavern, there is no such thing as an outside scene chaotic they would know. As they roughhouse against each other. Playing betting on the table. Music and a lot of drunken men.

The roof burst and dropped a dead man. It smashes against the table that pillows his falling. It sends silence inside the tavern. Blood covers the dead man's face. His covered body is all stained by blood. When they look closer, there is no wound. But what they know is that the person who has died is one of the town's guardsmen.  Chaos begins when one person tries to send for help and opens the main door. It won't budge. No matter how he tried, no matter how he called for people to help him to try.