Dawnte's Legacy
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The Introduction of Dawnte Vampirium.
Dante Validium of The Castle Vlad Family. The hero of this lengthy tale is a Knights Templar of Fall Marsh a region in the lands known as Altheoria in which his father rules. Dante is heir to the Throne making him the Prince of this vast land and the three Realms of Altheoria. Dante however is a Half Blood... Half Vampire, Half Human. Yet there's something strange about his human like appearance. With this however he has a very unique set of abilities, He can use his Vampiric powers to manipulate the mind of a weaker foe, He can see through objects and see as clear as he can at night that he can in day; He also has the power to move extremely fast in a mist or bat like form, Making it seem like time is standing still. He also has super human strength and can heal his very own wounds in a matter of mere seconds, so long as he has the blood to do so. Dante grows in strength the more he feeds off of his prey and with all that said Due to the Human like Blood within him things such as Garlic, Holy water and even Sunlight as well as other weaknesses a normal Vampire may have, he does not. His only weakness known thus far is a White Oak Wooden Stake coated in silver driven through his heart. However there's one problem with that weakness how are you to succeed in that task when his heart is not within his chest... Yes you heard correctly his heart doesn't reside in his chest, for when he was a child The Castle Vlad Family had it removed by the orders of Dante's father Count Vladimir Von Validium in hopes to create a super soldier with no weaknesses what so ever. His heart is contained in a tiny Treasure Box made of pure iron with a cross shaped keyhole, but where is this box..? That is the true question.
Now let us dive into the story of Dawnte Vampirium but first I shall take you back to where it all started, back to where Dante's journey first began... Then just maybe you will understand the story I am about to tell you.
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He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*
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