Deacon Songs's blog: "vampire story"

December 25th 1114 A.D Ireland In the beginning there was one man, who in a desperate act against God, created a legend. A man who in defiance, started his legion against God, even with out Lucifer, and cursed the very origin of his child's existence. Because of a single incident of fate, his love, his passion, and his true destiny, was taken from him in a instant. His pregnant wife Rebeka died in the strains of child birth with their son, Devin. In the final moments of child bearing, Rebeka screamed and begged for Gods mercy, as she knew her life was at stake. Willing to sacrifice her own life to ensure the existence of her child, Hannibal watched helplessly as the midwife prayed and chanted for her charges well being. Rebeka would not live to hear her son cry for the first time, as she went unconscious before his head breached her vagina. Her stressed body went limp and her heart stopped beating before the umbilical cord was cut. Hannibal fell in a heap beside the bed his deceased wife lay dead in, and cursed his beloved lord almighty. While the midwife's helpers cleaned the bloody and fragile child, he chanted the Latin words, unknown to his listeners. The lamps extinguished their flames and a smell of sulfide permeated the bed room. A roll of thunder and a flash of lightning filled the landscape arresting each and every birth maiden in their tracks. The air immediately became electrified and an intense glow took about the infant as his eyes flickered red and his skin assumed properties of static conduction. Rebeka lay postmortem, her blood cooling as Hannibal continued his vile curse. The Lord he cursed allowed demons to infect and inhabit his first born son, as well as the very soul that resided in his chest. Both Hannibal and his unnamed son were to be doomed to an eternal life as immortal and infectious former humans. Belonging to no sentient being, nor hell nor heaven would claim their souls in death,they were sentenced to walk the face of Eden for eternity as man and son in exile from any form of afterlife. Hannibal stripped the wall of its oak crucifix and lunged it into her chest. Bathing in her blood damning Jesus for taking his beloved Rebeka, drinking the red fluid from his hands in madness. Hannibal awoke the following morning painted in his wifes dried blood in a state of panic. Suffering amnesia of the previous nights events, he staggered out of the enormous guestroom into the hallway. Slamming into a young house maid, catching her as they collided, she emitted a terrified look of horror. Confused, he continued the stretch of hallway to the master bedroom. Thrusting the door open and nearly falling in, he noticed an empty bed stripped of its linens, the mattress stained of blood, and Rebeka wasn't anywhere in sight. In a sense of emergency, Hannibal made his way to the stairs and all but tumbled down the first quarter of them. regaining his balance, hollering Rebeka's name, ran down the remainder of the spiral staircase of their mansion. Finding his way to the kitchen, where the waitstaff was preparing breakfast, plowing through the doors. Theresa, the kitchen servant, stared blatantly at Hannibal as if she anticipated his confusion. She made every attempt she could muster to keep eye contact, but failed when Hannibal spoke. "Where might Rebeka be, after bearing child, Theresa?" he shouted. Theresa calmly stated "Master Romaine, do you not recall?" "Theresa, I shall ask you only one more time." Hannibal stepped closer to her, with a menacing expression, as if to strike his slave. "Where are my wife and child!?" "Your child is presumably in the nursery, master Romaine, perhaps I can prepare your tea before you visit him." she gave him a look of despair. As if his memory had been suddenly restored, and the images of the painful ordeal had come rushing back to him, Hannibal fell to his knees and wept like a child. Hannibal screamed as if he were descending off a cliff, and peered through his hair at Theresa. Balling his fist in his curly locks, He spoke softly. "I have been forsaken by God, what have i done so terrible that he has taken her from me?" Faintly, he could hear the infantile sobs of his son, that he has yet to hold. Hannibal gathered himself and headed toward the ruckus. For it has been legend, that Devin was the first of his kind, an immortal, not bound by the laws of man, but somewhere between hell and earth. To remain on this plane with the abilities of angels and demons, confined to flesh, and the thirst for blood. Because of his fathers curses to the Lord, Devin Romaine shall walk the face of the earth with him forever, cursed and forsaken. For almost a thousand years Hannibal keeps the secret of that December night from Devin. But after an intoxicating sexual release, the immortal father reveals his darkest secret to young and beautiful Werewolf, Milla. Her desire for the empire that the father and son duo have built, leads her to Devin's bedroom with an agenda that estranges father and son.