Eternius
The Start of it all
The cover of darkness drew quickly over the countryside marred by the angry voices of a mob as they moved along the path headed towards the forest . The cries rang even louder against the failing light, the chant of "kill the beast" rang out over and over. Their machete’s, bone knives and pitchforks all glistened as the last of the setting sun moved over them.
They knew that they were close, the blood from the sheep it carried still lingered fresh on the ground .They had hoped that they would catch him before the dense forest arose. But still the beast was not in sight, he had taken so much of their livestock and now a young woman. He had to be stopped and this was the night, they were close he had barely escaped their trap. They would see his blood this night.
As they reached the forest edge the group grew nervous knowing that the woods were not welcoming and that more then this beast resided within. They begin to move away from the woods suddenly a young man stepped forward his face drawn in pain. His body tense with anger, his voice shook as he spoke. “I will not retreat, I will go on. This beast from hells door has taken my love, destroyed what I have lived for. I will not stop till either he or I, no longer breath the air of this place"
The Start of it all
The cover of darkness drew quickly over the countryside marred by the angry voices of a mob as they moved along the path headed towards the forest . The cries rang even louder against the failing light, the chant of "kill the beast" rang out over and over. Their machete’s, bone knives and pitchforks all glistened as the last of the setting sun moved over them.
They knew that they were close, the blood from the sheep it carried still lingered fresh on the ground .They had hoped that they would catch him before the dense forest arose. But still the beast was not in sight, he had taken so much of their livestock and now a young woman. He had to be stopped and this was the night, they were close he had barely escaped their trap. They would see his blood this night.
As they reached the forest edge the group grew nervous knowing that the woods were not welcoming and that more then this beast resided within. They begin to move away from the woods suddenly a young man stepped forward his face drawn in pain. His body tense with anger, his voice shook as he spoke. “I will not retreat, I will go on. This beast from hells door has taken my love, destroyed what I have lived for. I will not stop till either he or I, no longer breath the air of this place"
The others nodded but did not follow him into the bleak edge of the forest.
The sound of rustling leaves and a twig breaking sounded behind him. He spun quickly to see it was Vistaine following behind him. He thought Vistaine was a good man to venture into these woods with him. Vistaine was a plain man his face sort of chubby and all ran together as if a painter had spilled water on the canvas before the paints had dried.
They followed the blood deeper into the woods, sword drawn…. There it was the sheep laying before it. He thought what a glutton it was to kill his woman and a sheep in the same day. But he was slightly comforted in that they beast had not fed on his love. Simply mauled her on his way to the sheep. Leaping from the darkness, while the beast consumed the feast his sword plunged deep into its side.
The sound of rustling leaves and a twig breaking sounded behind him. He spun quickly to see it was Vistaine following behind him. He thought Vistaine was a good man to venture into these woods with him. Vistaine was a plain man his face sort of chubby and all ran together as if a painter had spilled water on the canvas before the paints had dried.
They followed the blood deeper into the woods, sword drawn…. There it was the sheep laying before it. He thought what a glutton it was to kill his woman and a sheep in the same day. But he was slightly comforted in that they beast had not fed on his love. Simply mauled her on his way to the sheep. Leaping from the darkness, while the beast consumed the feast his sword plunged deep into its side.
Unprepared, not hearing the man, it screamed out in pain. Ripping itself away from the blade it disappeared into
the dense woods.
He turned looking at Vistaine," it is wounded. We can catch it and kill it now."
He turned looking at Vistaine," it is wounded. We can catch it and kill it now."
As he turned turned towards where the beast had disappeared a pain over whelmed him
as his side was torn open. He fell back away from the pain. It had be Vistaine, he held a claw arm of a Lion. His blood dripped from the talons, he looked to Vistaine in shock.
Vistaines face filled now with happiness, his words short and choppy spewed forth. “It was not the beast that took her, It will not the beast that takes you… It was and will be me. She told me she would never….. that I was…. That you are … I couldn’t …. She wouldn’t .. You must die, both of you taken by the beast.” Stepping forward the clawed arms swinging downwards it struck across his chest.
The blood poured from him as he reached his sword, when the arm swung his way again he ducked beneath it and drove his sword true, driving it through the neck of Vistaine. Vistaine fell to the ground the life flowed from him.
Slowly he drug himself towards the edge of the woods, he had to make it home so they would know that it wasn’t the beast of the woods but the beast of man that had done this vile act…..
Vistaines face filled now with happiness, his words short and choppy spewed forth. “It was not the beast that took her, It will not the beast that takes you… It was and will be me. She told me she would never….. that I was…. That you are … I couldn’t …. She wouldn’t .. You must die, both of you taken by the beast.” Stepping forward the clawed arms swinging downwards it struck across his chest.
The blood poured from him as he reached his sword, when the arm swung his way again he ducked beneath it and drove his sword true, driving it through the neck of Vistaine. Vistaine fell to the ground the life flowed from him.
Slowly he drug himself towards the edge of the woods, he had to make it home so they would know that it wasn’t the beast of the woods but the beast of man that had done this vile act…..
The darkness filled their home they can feel the stench of death stalking outside their door. Waiting for their
only son to fall from life, the life they had given him. Now slowly fading with each breath he grew colder, the flush smile now so distant. The rosy cheeks now showing gray as the blood leaves them.
He was such a handsome man, a man that women swooned over, and that men envied yet now here he lay … His life had once had the world just within grasp.
He was such a handsome man, a man that women swooned over, and that men envied yet now here he lay … His life had once had the world just within grasp.
Unfortunately jealousy grew within another man, a small man whose love for a sweet woman was
unrequited . She only had eyes for the one soon to be called Eternius.
The man had avenged himself, destroyed the other… who lay before his family waiting to meet his love at death's gates. His family called to the angels above. The one called Mikello came to them, seeing the young man had left this place only the heartbeat had not found this yet. He whispered to them it was too late he was no longer in that vessel, that the blood was not like his, it was weak and had failed.
The father of Eternius had heard the blood of an angel could halt death, even close the gates of time. The knife slid under the throat of the Mikello before he had an idea the blood spilled from him pouring over Eternius the flow filled Eternius’ mouth. Suddenly a rush filled him, what once was dead now flickered once more. Hungrily Eternius lapped the blood, the life-force of a pure source. One of God's chosen creatures.
As Mikello fell to the floor, Eternius rose. His body stronger then he had ever known .His senses tingled as he felt the taste of the wind on his lips, heard the whispers of the rats running outside the door. His mind and flesh overloading with all the power of the unmortal.
The man had avenged himself, destroyed the other… who lay before his family waiting to meet his love at death's gates. His family called to the angels above. The one called Mikello came to them, seeing the young man had left this place only the heartbeat had not found this yet. He whispered to them it was too late he was no longer in that vessel, that the blood was not like his, it was weak and had failed.
The father of Eternius had heard the blood of an angel could halt death, even close the gates of time. The knife slid under the throat of the Mikello before he had an idea the blood spilled from him pouring over Eternius the flow filled Eternius’ mouth. Suddenly a rush filled him, what once was dead now flickered once more. Hungrily Eternius lapped the blood, the life-force of a pure source. One of God's chosen creatures.
As Mikello fell to the floor, Eternius rose. His body stronger then he had ever known .His senses tingled as he felt the taste of the wind on his lips, heard the whispers of the rats running outside the door. His mind and flesh overloading with all the power of the unmortal.
