SANAM

Chapter 1: 400BC

The Reign of Natihenial Vicrum

Darkness. Pain. Grief. The world crumbled beneath his feet as power became his strength, and strength became his weakness. He had the stance of a bull, and the body of a god. His skin was pale and cold as ice, and eyes the color of ashes that fell from the heavens. His hair was black as coal, and long as serpents. He bathed in the fear of the people, and swam in the blood and tears of souls he forsaken. Where flowers bloomed and sky's of blue once lived, his presence summoned evil across on the lands he walked upon. But the weight of light tipped the scale of life and evil was demolished. The reign of Natihenial became history of the dark ages. And three powerful men became the heir to the throne and forged the name of The Covenant.

Their reign still continues....

October 1st, 2018

"Sanna? Sanna.......?" A voice in the distance called.

But my eyes remained wondering out the window into the gloomy atmosphere, hoping a drop of rain will fall beneath the clouds.

"SANNA!?" The voice yelled and my eyes snapped back into the classroom.
"If you're not going to pay attention, then you can make your way to the deans office. I'm sure he will be glad to see you for the second time this week." Professor Demmitri called out from the front of the class.
And the eyes of students studied me, and giggles began to peak from their lips.

"Eyes up here people!" Professor Demmitri yelled, and everyone became focused on her mess of handwriting as she wrote upon the white board.

Harvard university. veritas! What could possibly be truthful about this school. The professors are a pain and the students are a bunch of rich snobs, killing themselves just to pass an English class. The courses are impossible and the grading is ridiculous. But if I wanted a degree in history, this was the place to gain a reputation on my name. So putting up with these intolerable people was a must.

"See you all tomorrow!" Professor Demmitri yelled, finally dismissing the class. I stood up and placed my lab top into my bag and began to walked towards the classroom doors.

"Sanna i would like to have a word with you" Professor Demmitri said as she stood behind her desk, crossing her peachy slim arms.
I stopped in my tracks and walked over to her desk, waiting for the crowd of people to exit the facility.

"Is there something that bothers you in this classroom? Because your lack of concentration is a bit concerning" She said in frustration.
Her ignorance stood tall, while her red hair and green eyes caught the attention.

"No" I said softly.

"Then i would advise you to stay focused. You're dismissed" She waved me off, signaling me to leave her vicinity. She waved me off as if I was an insect, and my presence was an annoyance.
I rolled my eyes and left her classroom.       

Walking down the hallway of frozen statues of students dressed in thousand dollar suits and dresses , somehow brought a warm validation in my life. It validated that I'm not the only freak in the school or the coldest.

"Creep!" Kara Kingsley's said while shoving my shoulder , as I walked down the hallway towards the dorms.

Kara Kingsley's was the biggest bi*** of all. This was my second year here in Harvard University, and she was the one who gave me the most problems. Her, and her pack of wolves that she called friends. They all continuously follow her all around campus, as if she was dangling meat from a string above their heads.

I made my way to my dorm and shut the door loudly, causing the halls to echo.
I felt some sort of relief , feeling as though all the ignorant people were finally nonexistent. No one here really understands the feeling of lonesome, but me, I understand it completely fine. Preppy, boring, uninteresting, normal, those were all the things I'm not, nor did I want to be. But students here would die to become those things.

I eased my way into the bathroom, and twisted the cold silver knob to turn on the steamy shower. There's nothing like the sound of drops of water hitting the hard bathroom tub.
While removing my clothing, I stared at myself in the mirror. Wondering what human could of possibly made this being that stared back at me in the mirror, seeming unrealistic. I had gray eyes and long black hair.
My skin was pale, and my body was slim. I couldn't help but stare at this naked body, simply because I spent time trying to point out imperfections. As usual I couldn't find not one. But a part of me wanted to find plenty.

I stepped into the steamy shower letting the hot water fall upon my skin. I winced from how heated the water was but my body was completely fascinated. It became interesting that my body was so tolerable to large sums of heat, but also found it unusual.

I got out the shower and studied my wet skin, searching for burns or bruises from the scorching hot water. But I couldn't find one marking left on my skin.

Flashback into 400BC

Men and women bowed at my feet, as I sat upon my throne. I could feel the fear escaping their powerless bodies as my eyes roamed across their unfamiliar faces. I nodded my head towards a small beautiful woman who caught my attention in a blue robe. She had Burnett hair and brown colored eyes. My disciple marched through the huddle of humans and stood above the woman.
She stood up from off her knees and walked through the crowd of kneeling mortals. And stood in my presence, holding her head down at her feet.
"Your name human?" My disciple asked as he stood beside my chair.
"Azalea" The woman spoke softly.
I nodded my head at my disciple and he nodded back. He took her by her arm and dragged her forcefully into the back corridor and into my chambers.

She laid upon my bed, in her white undergarments.
"My lord" she begged for my mercy.
I eased my black robe from off of my broad shoulders , revealing my bare body.
"I begg of you" she whined while tears rolled down her pink cheeks.
I crawled my way onto the bed and settled in between her legs. She laid frozen in fear, without putting up a fight as I gripped her tiny wrists, raising her arms above her head.
I slid myself into her, and a small yelp escaped from between her pink lips.

Present

I screamed out loudly, as my mind snapped back into reality. I grabbed my chest, trying to slow down my heavy breathing. I ran into my bedroom and snatched my bottle of pills that sat on my nightstand. And downed two of my antipsychotics. Schizophrenia has always caused my hallucinations since I was in 3rd grade. But over the years the delusions became darker and a lot more realistic.
This time around there was a new face and she actually had a name. Azalea the voice said. Who was this woman? Every time I had an hallucination, I became a man. An awful man who did horrible things but never spoke. I could feel his hatred in his heart, and the cold and lifeless throughout his body.