Prologue-
Bound by my hands with heavy, steel cuffs, two heavily armored footmen roughly pushed me into the queens chambers, and only to knock me down into a submissive bow. A voice originated from a luxuriously embroidered, wooden, padded throne: "Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Pride, which sin do you strive off most, Ulfric?" the questioned rolled off the soft lips of the young queen, and they echoed across the 17th century styled castle throne room. She was much older than I even though her appearance screamed otherwise, for she was cursed with vampirism. It had made her immortal, and kept her appearance fresh the same way it did mine. An old woman of 400 something years was stuck in the body of an 18 year old "lady."
"Love, mi' lady." Was the response that she would receive in an attempt to pretty up my actions. Though, it wasn't the love of a person, not anymore atleast. Instead, blood was what made my gears turn, blood is what made me strong, blood was my happiness, blood was my love.
"Oh? I expected it to be wrath, no. I know it to be wrath. I know the sins you have commited." the tone of her voice was sharp and would make even the strongest man fall to his knees.
One exception was myself, I did not care if she was a million years older then me. I rose out of the submissive bow, which was simply crouched onto one knee and looking to the ground. My hazel iris's focused on the elegant queen with ill intent as did the smirk in the corner of my mouth.
"Don't underestimate my love for blood, your highness." I chuckled soft and slowly, my mono-toned voice was echoing through the throne room. I dug my iron boots into a thick crack of the cobblestone ground and used it as propulsion. My blonde, long hair rustled through the air; Meanwhile, I unsheathed an elegant silver dagger at my hip, which sported an array of angels feasting in Valhalla, and marked the aim of the dagger at the chest of the elegant Queen Caroline...
To Be Continued In The Story, "Viva La Reina..."
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When I was younger I wanted war. I wanted to challenge all nations to battle in an attempt to prove my strength. When I became older; However, I wanted peace. I wanted all of man to live together in harmony, but it came to me that one thing must happen for there to be peace on this planet: The death of all mankind.
Sang Requiem is a story that jumps around in different time periods, areas, and moments of a unnaturally old vampire who has a lust for blood and peace (in his own way.) It's not just a story for the reader, but sometimes a challenge for the writer, each paragraphs first letter eventually spells out a phrase dealing with the plot that is chosen before the story is written.
Expect more stories in the near future. (11/7/2014)
