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| As the blackness lifted from his vision Bane tried to sit up. The pain in his body told him he had either been beaten or was thrown off a cliff. He wondered what they had wanted. The blinding light surrounded him and it seemed to pulse in a sequence that oddly Bane recognized. He had seen such a thing before during his time in the realm of the gods.
"Ahhh, our guest has awakened. I apologize for the rough treatment. It has been so very long since my guards had a chance to beat a true Lycan. I apologize for any discomfort." The laugh behind the statement told Bane it was not an apology. Bane struggled to see through the light but it was all he could do to keep himself from going blind with his closed. Unknown to his host, Bane's other senses told him exactly where every living thing in the room was. And the stench of the grave hovered around all of them. Bane knew immediately that these were vampires. "Tell me, cold flesh, what is it that you seek if it is not my blood, then what is it?" There was some muffling which Bane clearly heard as an argument between the host and another. A female by the smell of her. "He is much too dangerous to not be sedated. We need to keep him drugged before we can figure out why his blood is tainted." The female voice urged. "No, Varayn, that would not give me the answers I seek. His appearance is that of a Lycan I never have seen before. His blood has strong concentrations of silveron and some other magical substance. It's deadly to us. It should be deadly to him. I need to know if this is some experiment the humans are conducting." Bane heard the female vampire called Varayn sigh and leave the room. "So Lycan, you know we are vampires. I wonder how long it will take you to figure out how many of us are in the room." "There are seven minus the female who just left. You all have the stench of the grave." It was Bane this time who laughed. It was half growl and half laugh. The vampires in the room shifted uneasily. "Enough of this. I need to know something. How is it that your filled with silveron and some magical substance I can not name?" The vampire shifted and Bane knew he had a syringe in his hand. "It was during the demon wars. Back when the Dragon Queen was killed. I was poisoned from the claws of the demons. They were pure silveron. The rest of this you can thank the elves." The vampire snorted. "You expect me to believe that whelp. You're not a very good liar. None but a few survive to this day that can remember that time and you are not one of them." Bane again laughed. "Do you know who I am blackblood? I am the son of Ilboris, Emperor of the Lycan Empires and King to my Clan. I am the slayer of Gordolf and I am the bringer of the light, of pain and of your end." Bane flexed and ripped the silveron chains off his arms and legs. The vampire screamed orders but Bane was on him. His fingers puncturing the arteries at the side of the neck of the vampire. For good measure Bane twisted the head to snap it like a dry twig. The other vampires screamed their anger and circled Bane. "Come now boys. Your only 15 feet away from me. And 15 feet, is nothing for me to jump." The vampires looked at one another and dropped their guns and ran out the door. The female vampire was bowled over as they ran past her. Bane stepped through the doorway and looked down at her. "I have no quarrel with you Varayn. So be off with you." Bane growled a deep growl in his chest. Varayn backpeddled and fled down the hallway screaming. Bane smiled. Female vampires were never much good in a fight. They prefered surprise attacks and assassination over direct conflict. Chuckling Bane left the complex. Sirens blaring out and smoke rising from the lab Bane had left. He wondered who had set it afire. Several days later a knock at the monastary door alarmed Bane. A package arrived for him. Written in the ancient script of elven. Bane read the card and opened the package. The heart stone pendant he had given to Jadell was in a box. It was blood stained from old. The note told Bane to meet the one who sent the pendant to him. Bane growled low as he threw the note on the floor. Tying the pendant around his neck Bane started to go out the door. The old priest stopped him. "My son, do not go in anger. It is what they want." Bane shrugged off the hand. "How else am I to go? If not in anger then how?" The priest motioned Bane to follow him. The two went down some stairs that Bane had never seen before. Bane had forgotten that these were elven monks. And elves always had a hidden trick or two. He came to a room. It glowed with magical symbols. The elf said the power word and motioned in the air and a doorway appeared. Bane walked into the room and was nearly stunned to his knees. The room held every kind of weapon, magical and elemental, known to him. The room was the old treasure room he had long ago. Armors of all sorts hung on posts on the walls. "Do not go in anger, but go prepared." The old priest chuckled and Bane joined him in the laughter. Wearing a long black cloak, dressed in the ancient armor of his kin, Bane stepped into the clearing in the middle of the park. His weapons were ready at his side. The magical armor made no noise. No sound. The soft boots of haste and the girdle of iron which held the magical spell protections gave Bane a feeling of control. His sword, the one called Wynfang, was an intelligent sword. It was a bastard sword of black metal and silveron runes. The silveron in his blood gave Bane an immunity to the silveron. Else he would not have been able to hold the sword. "That's far enough father. We have much business, you and I. We need to make amends of this future. We are two who do not belong." Stepping out of the shadows, Zoushan, Banes son, looked upon his father. You have changed much. A pity." "I had read of your exploits son. I know you destroyed the empire in a civil war. And I know you waged war upon the world. And you lost.So what now. Come to kill your father?" Bane growled so low the ground vibrated. "Aye father. I lived the history. I know. But there is one thing you do not. I am more then you ever were." Raising his hands Zoushan's hands glowed red and Bane felt the air tingle around him. His belt burned and he knew. He knew Zoushan was sending death his way. Closing his eyes Bane clasped his sword. "Forgive me." Bane uttered. Zoushan puzzled moved his head sideways. Bane moved faster then Zoushan had expected him to and as the spell was finished Bane's sword ripped through the wizards neck. Zoushan's blood splashed upon his hands and face. Tears and blood ran down Banes face as the spell hit him full force. The exploding air attack, a death magic attack, went uncchecked and destroyed the city park. The city shook and windows shattered. The streets cracked and smoldered. Electricity went out and the city was plunged into darkness. By LLBane |
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| Darkness Revisited By LLBane |