Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on May 12, 2012 17:02:53 GMT -6
Why Smile When I’m Carrying This Gun?
Name: Gabriel Lachney
Alias’s: Alucard, The No Life King, The Spokesman of Insanity
Age: 12,540
Species: Something Unknown
I Already Have Enough Friends
Family: Deceased
Friends: None
Enemies: Many
Rivals: None
Alliance: None
Occupation: None
The Fine & Subtle Art of Deception
Description: Standing at 6’3” weighing in at 185, a young man with black hair and lightly tanned skin. His body is well built as if he was a fighter. His face would be considered handsome yet almost sinister in a different light. The man’s frame is usually dressed in very nice clothing. Black suits and the top of the line silk dress shirts. He enjoys hard soled dress shoes.
Personality: One would not know it by meeting him now, but what was originally an egotistic bastard of a man who would belittle everyone he faced now stood a very static neutral mannered being. He still continues to insult people at his own pace but doesn’t over exert himself any more than he has to.
One Match & a Gallon of Gasoline
Weapons:
Designer 9mm Hallow Point pistols. Each pistol is silver with the gun metal etched in designs. Their handles are lined with white wood. At first these pistols seem rather normal; however they each have their own secrets. They were once the most feared pistols in existence re-forged into a blade. That blade was once again melted down to craft these weapons of beauty.
History:
Part 1
The Age Old Dilemma of Romance Vs. Retribution
Snow settled about the lands of Transylvania, a citadel in Sighisoara had an echoing cry with the birth of a child. His father lowered his second son into the arms of his mother. The child was beautiful to them, but one day, he would become known by many names, one so being, Dracula. And so, the snow continued to fall, and the sun began to rise, the land of Transylvania, the land of Wallachia, and further more, the Underworld, knew not what storm was brewing.
The sounds of footsteps brewing called the young Vlad Dracula(16), word had come to him that his father was assassinated in the marshlands, and to his older brother Mircea, blinded with heated iron stakes and buried alive. As the eldest son of Dracul himself, Vlad was placed on the throne by the Sultan. His ruling time wouldn’t be long, soon after Wallachia was invaded once more by Hunyadi, Vlad fled to Moldavia, living under the protection of his Uncle, Bogdan II, until October 1451, Bogdan was assassinated and Vlad once again fled.
Vlad evaded several encampments of Ottoman soldiers and killed any who did find him. Word got back to his homeland, back to Hunyadi, who had been impressed by his tactics and knowledge of their common enemy. Hunyadi eventually got a message to Vlad asking his return and giving him a spot as an advisor, also picking him as a candidate for Wallachia’s throne.
Eventually Vlad left Hunyadi ridding himself of the offers. He had gained significant influence on Hunyadi’s troops and many followed. Years to come, 1456(25), Vlad invaded Wallachia with a much larger force gathered from his homeland. His battles were brutal, and by the time he had arrived to the throne assistants to the castle told him of Hunyadi’s death to the plague. Disappointed, yet somewhat pleased Vlad was prince to his native land once again.
He soon learned how chaotic the lands of Wallachia had become after his grand fathers death. He would have to resort to severe and extreme tactics in order to build a stable economy and face his demons. It was a simple plan at most, he started by offing the boyars. Physically many of the boyars were slain in the streets for all eyes to see, and with much of the nobility in ruin Vlad began to employ only those loyal to him as his surrounding Council. To further loosen the connections to the boyars he ruined the trade lines to Saxon-populated towns. Raids were inducted to ensure that no trade was allowed. In 1459 he impaled over a dozen Saxon traders for transgressing his authority.
The Danesti clan had threatened his throne as well. Many of the clan’s princes were slain by Vlads very blade, for instance, Vladislav II, and another who had taken part in murdering his brother. Any who housed his rivals were impaled, any princes captured were forced to read their own eulogy while kneeling before and open grave.
With the rising economy Vlad took up family traditions and restarted a war with the Ottoman Empire. Vlad stopped paying tribute to the Empire and joined sides with the Hungarians, like his fathers before him. This ensured war between Wallachia and the Ottoman empire, several assassination attempts were tried on Vlad, and none succeeded, retaliating , Vlad and his army crossed the Danube and laid waste to the area between Serbia and the Black Sea, but what he came across he wasn’t ready for.
He faced a legion of the Turks, but also demons. Beings only fabled in stories, more so, things that shouldn’t exist in the mortal realm. His men faced the worst of the worst, yet he remained victorious. He stood at the top of the valley during a skirmish and yelled down upon his adversaries, “I have killed men and women, old and young; 23,884 Turks and Bulgarians without counting those whom we burned alive in their homes or whose heads were not chopped off by our soldiers! Keep running into the head of the slaughter! Give me more! MORE!!”
Mehmed didn’t take kindly to the attacks. He gathered his demons and raised an army four times the size of Vlad’s. They crossed into Wallachia and faced guerrilla warfare and the sight of 20,000 Turks impaled along the roadside to the Castle. The Turks were heavily demoralized, believing Vlad Tepes to be something more than man. Believing his army to be made up of the highest lords of hades itself. Vlad and several of his men disguised themselves and entered the main encampment of the Turks, they attempted to assassinate Mehmed head on but failed, when Vlad and his handful of men fought their way out of the camp Mehmed decided it was time to leave, leaving Radu, Vlads Half Brother, behind to fight.
Radu struck a deal with Hungarians leadership, Vlad was imprisoned by his own allies. In his years in captivity he remarried, and slowly worked his way back into the good graces of the Hungarian monarchy. His wife, Illona Szilagyi, bore his children, one being Vlad Dracula, the other lost to time itself. His time in captivity converted him over into Catholicism as well, and had given him time to plan out a new conquest of Wallachia.
He gathered what remained of his loyal servants, and they gathered others willing to go to battle, who gathered more and so on and so forth. He raised an army, and he set off toward the land of Wallachia once more. Vlad rode in on a white horse, he was alongside some of the greatest soldiers he’d known, and he was defeated, captured, and brought before the Ottoman Empire.
Forced to kneel before the executioner they asked him for his final words, he simply replied, “I regret nothing.” The swing of an axe ended Vlad Dracula. . .
Part 2
You Will Get Exactly What You Deserve
A castle holding over five hundred men, of which a hundred were demons, fifty were elite swordsmen, the remaining three hundred and fifty were armed to the teeth. In one night the air would grow stale with the smell of blood, and the rot of death. Several men survived to recall what Dracula really was. A monster in mortal flesh.
Wallachia’s throne remained his, or so it would. Dracula easily ripped apart the front gates, a glow of red in his eyes, he took up a sword and laid waste before him, eventually coming to his Half-Brother, Radu. “In my time ruling, I punished many people, most worse than their crime, and many didn’t deserve to die at all, they were simply following orders. My dear brother, I believe it time that I bring retribution upon you, and punish you more brutally than my own death.”
Radu’s body was retrieved by the Ottoman, ravaged, nearly unrecognizable, his ribs glistening through torn flesh, his heart pierced with a ten foot steak, his arms tied so tightly behind his back that the skin was torn into, both of his legs hacked off at the knee, and his head half way cut off hanging simply by the spine. It was a message to any who would oppose the ruler of Wallachia. And foolishly did they.
Dracula decided to continue his trip of revenge. Hunyadi had died many years ago, but his son, the one who had imprisoned him after sparking the deal with Radu, Matthias Corvinus, was still alive. Dracula set out from his castle and began to siege land on his own time, creating many rumors about the Undead King. Corvinus was never found, but his men were hunted alongside the Ottoman, and the Bulgarians.
Dracula had decided it was enough revenge, he would continue to fight the Empire, and kill any demon who faced him. He would return to his homeland to find his half brother Vlad Calugarul had taken the throne. Dracula presented himself to his brother and lent his sword to him in order to make his rule long. Calugarul ruled for nearly 15 years, constructed the St. Nicholas Church, and passed away shortly after his rule was over. Dracula left, not wishing to help the son of his half-brother, seeing his son as a worthless mortal.
Many titles were attributed to him during his war against the demons, even after Mehmed passed away in history, and new rulers rose. His castle was deemed haunted and no one would step foot in it out of fear that the Impaling Prince would use their corpse as a display for the outside of his castle, as new ones appeared every so often. Wallachia was ruled not by Dracula, but by many different royal figures, they ruled in a new castle, and in hard times they would visit Dracula praying for savior.
He went to battle alongside several different rulers of Wallachia, and some he abandoned out of spite for their beliefs. Though he didn’t follow all the rulers into battle, he would continue to protect the people of his homeland from the uprising of demons, he was the Impaling Prince, and the savior of Wallachia in one go. Wallachia entered a new century, with it brought the last of the Draculesti bloodline to the throne of Wallachia.
Alexandru Conconul ruled for four years and passed away, he may have had an offspring, but no one ever knew. Dracula was alone once and for all, he had no bloodline to serve anymore. He was left to his castle, and soon enough the demons halted their activities at the Dead Sea for a time.
Part 3
Save Your Sermons for Sunday So I Can Sleep This Night Off
Wallachia had changed into Romania during the 1800s, it had mellowed out but even still demons began to exit the gate ways once again. This gained the attention of a traveling holy man, Abraham Van Helsing. Dracula had been battling the demons at the time when Helsing arrived, at first Helsing believed him to be human, fighting with a blade wearing light weight mid-evil armor for protection.
Helsing laid down a seal blocking the passage of demons into the mortal world temporarily. He spoke to the Count as an equal, not knowing his true nature, he spoke of relics and of holy incantations that could seal the gate for a long extended amount of time. Dracula dismissed him and began to set off, Helsing asked him briefly, “What is your name?” Dracula replied, “Count Dracula, The No Life King.”
Dracula watched over Helsing shortly, long enough to get a wrap on who followed him, and his eye caught one such girl. He spoke out to Helsing, “Excuse me, if you need place to stay, you may join me at my Castle.” They traveled half a day, Helsing and his group had dinner, whre Alucard was introduced to John Harker, Mina Harker (of whom he was interested the most in), Helsing himself, Jack Seward, Arthur Holmwood, and Quincy Morris.
The group departed for slumber, all except Dracula himself, who watched from the shadows, one such, Mina Harker. He couldn’t hold himself back, he ventured forward, and laid his fangs into her neck. The following morning John found his wife in a trance like state, Helsing searched the castle for Dracula but found no clue of him. He had most of his group stay behind as he would head to the place where they met Dracula, he, Dr. Seward, and Quincy Morris traveled half a days time to the gateway and found Dracula standing before it.
“Count! I demand to know what you have done to Mina Harker!” Addressed Helsing, in an unusually rough manor. Dracula looked up at him, he had a solemn look on his face, his reply was filled with sadness, “I have passed my curse onto her, so that she can live each day, as beautiful as the last. An eternity by my side.”
“I demand you reverse the curse!” Helsing had stomped his foot and drawn his blade. Dracula was not afraid of the holy man, instead he honored him by nodding and drawing his own sword, “Demand in such a way with your blade, not with words. If you wish to reverse the curse, you must slay the beast who laid it upon her. Step forward and face me, who ever die takes their prize, an eternity with beauty, or slaying the Impaling Prince.”
“So be it Count,” Helsing readied his blade in an amateur like fashion and took to the front of the field rushing at his foe. Dracula had faced more foes than Helsing had met in his life time, he easily blocked the attack and forced enough energy to send Helsing off his feet onto his back, “Worthless, fight me as if you’ve killed my kind.”
Helsing stood, “I do not wish to kill you Count, I just wish for you to return Mina to her state.” Dracula shook his head, “Fine so be it Vampire, take what’s due and return to your place in hell. AMEN!” Helsing stepped forward and his slash came down on Dracula’s blade, the force was unrivaled, holy energy siphoned off of Dracula’s blade and then, it shattered. Helsing’s blade sunk down and then forced straight up, into the heart of the beast.
“My chains, are broken,” said the Count. Helsing shook his head, “Wrong, for an eternity you shall live, unable to speak of your past glories, seen as a beast and nothing more. You, a mockery of what is man, shall walk the Earth until it be wasted to dust, you will see mortality for what it is, and watch many generations come and go. You will rise again Count, and for what its worth, Mina will be elderly, your plan for her beauty long gone. Rest well Count, for the day you rise will be a day I watch down from heaven on you, frowning.” The twist of a blade ended Count Dracula.
Part 4
Forgiveness Isn’t As Much Fun As Holding a Grudge
Helsing was correct, what rose from the ashes of death some forty years later was a beast. The No Life King didn’t bother hunting down Mina to see if his curse wore away, or to see if she was still alive. Instead he traveled from the graveyard back to his castle, he found it in ruins, barely standing on its foundation, a sign hanging from the twin oak doors, “Danger Do No Enter.” He traveled to the Dead Sea and found that an incantation had been placed on the gateway to the Underworld, it was true, he could not speak of his past glories if he had no adversary to face.
He looked into the water, sat there looking at his image. The reverse of what he was, he was no longer Dracula, he was indeed Alucard. Hatred brewed inside of him, if they wanted to see the beast and nothing more, so be it. If they had forgotten his glories, then he shall make them remember his infamy, no, not just Romania, but the world, and beyond the world. The Underworld as well. . . “I hope you’re ready for this…”
Part 5
Home is for the Heartless
Alucard turned out to be the biggest adversary within the Underworld. He demolished Domino city in days, only to fall short to the Ajerian King Arix. Into the underworld his soul traveled. Released from the burden placed upon him. He heard a voice call to him, he took the darkness by the balls. He absorbed it, he took hold of the Underworld and ripped his way out. Transcending beyond the walls that reality placed on him.
He burst into the world at the same time the Abyss did. Alucard ripped his way through the streets he continued to do battle until he re-obtained the weapons that were his, the Casull and Jackal. There was rumors that his rival had lost battle to the one known as the Keeper, the ruler of the Abyss army, he was intrigued. One so powerful, one that killed him taken by the balls. Alucard set the hunt out for the Keeper releasing his familiars by the masse within the ruined streets of Domino. The Abyss faced nightmares they had never seen before until he located the Keeper.
Alucard recalled all of his familiars and stood before the Keeper. With the least amount of effort ever he started plugging bullets empowered by the familiars in his body into the Keeper. When the Keeper decided to amp his power up Alucard broke the walls of reality around him going beyond the Vlad Effect, Alucard’s ancient sword alone shattered every barrier the Keeper placed up, it didn’t help that both the Casull and Jackal formed together combining their power to create the 15mm Genocide. Alucard fired the pistol twice, the first time blew off the Keepers arm along with destroying his staff, the second shot destroyed the Keepers entire upper body.
Alucard noticed something though. He felt a rift open when the Keeper died. The power he possessed was attracted to the rift, and so Alucard allowed himself to be taken by it. When he opened his eyes he stood on the shores of a beach staring the darkness in the face, the soot on the ground and the snow in the air proved to be a much different scene that he had just left. He stood in another world.
He studied the world a bit. He eventually got thirsty and spread the vampiric taint amongst the world. And when the war came he got excited. Leading an army of vampires against the Abyss only to be the last one standing in his army. He ripped and mauled the Abyss army back to their entrance wound until he faced Amon and was forced in chains and binds. Alucard because a prisoner of the Abyss. He was stowed away in a large oak chest.
Part 6
Pleasure Found In the Butchery
The Chest was taken by the Remnants of the Damned when the Abyss Army was subdued. The Remnant of the Damned opened the chest and released the Madness into the world. Arix sealed him back within the chest. And it wasn’t reopened until after His death. The Damned went on a vendetta against Fallon Square in a holy war they needed backing and so they opened the Oak Chest and blessed the straight jacket Alucard wore.
He went into battle against the nations of the Desert lands. And eventually the Damned were shunned from the land for using such a monster. Alucard was once again locked away in the chest where he rested until the day when Patrick took over the Legion of the Damned and released him to fight the Abyss. The forefront of the Abyss saw this new combatant as insulting. How could the Damned suddenly change their aspect of sending soldiers to fight them to sending one man?
And so the Abyss would learn as a sea of darkness etched its way over their sea of unlimited soldiers. Time had changed the monster they had all forgotten about. Within a few hours of combat, they remembered. He no longer played with his targets, he butchered them like a madman. All the while, a fallen angel made herself known...
It may of been a short battle. But it was one that shook the very ground. The Angel known as Adena kept the upper hand on the monster of the Damned. But Alucard was playing with her, he had long since lost the feeling of enjoyment from battle and didn't wish this battle to end so quickly. Eventually he released his full power, permanently shifting him into the perfect killing machine. They parted ways.
The next chapter is blurred for the madman. He arrived to aid the Damned and the Ajerians when Jerico was being mauled. He tore his way through the unending barricades of Abyss as if they weren't there. Before long they simply parted for him to walk. The battle came to a head as Amon was faced by the leaders of the army, but he was far too strong for those whom challenged him. Alucard didn't interfere with the fight too much, when the Abyss began to pull out from a loss of numbers Alucard nodded to the dread lord of the Abyss and said, "I'll be seeing you soon enough."
This world was too unstable to be drawn into the other realm, it was being held together by unexplained energies that Arix's corpse radiated. There was a number of events that cased it's shift to break. Alex and Exion found Arix's body. Arix had become one again with his soul and Alex fell dead while Arix rose from his broken tomb. Alucard and Amon faced in single combat where the dread lord had the upper hand of the fight for the first hour, even while the two couldn't harm one another. Alucard finally released all of his reserves and flattened out the city of the dead in one stride. Amon's body shattered and his Abyss army was broken.
Arix and Inanis met one on one. What was thought to be another weekly battle was ended within minutes as Arix's energy caused Inanis to evolve. The energy between the two awoke a dormant god. In seconds Inanis simply dropped dead, the god known as Abaddon roared awake and the planet slowly died to the unstoppable set of energies from the negative god. All the theories that the prophets had that Arix could defeat the god were ceased in seconds.
And that's where the realm broke and Alucard opened his eyes from his slumber standing amongst himself. There were several versions of himself surrounding him. Some classy, some gruff, some donning similar armor to himself. They all talked to one another through telepathy, etching words into his mind as well. It was all whispers. As he stood to his feet his head slowly lowered and he barked out, "There can only be one." He drew his sword and each of them drew their weapons, weather it be the Jenova, the Casull and Jackal, or his old sword, they stood ready to see whom was more dominant.
Each of them spread out in a circle and raised their weapons at one another, everyone picking targets. A single black feather fell between them. It's path was slow and twisting, and as it fell unto the ground the fire fight began. But The Spokesman of Insanity himself didn't attack, bullets tried to break through his barrier of darkness but fell short. They all released their familiars covering the city in darkness as they did combat. But one of them still stood there unmoved. He had killed warlords in his time, dread lords, and lords of unnatural armies. Of them, he was the most dominant. He yelled out, "You are all, pathetic!"
He reach out and exploded in darkness. His hellhounds ripped through the different darkness's and devoured the billions of souls that were now present. Then the darkness fell dormant. It was nothing more than a fog on the ground. A city with a large population was made extinct in one move. The Spokesman of Insanity stood alone while the others had grouped up on him, knowing he to be the Alpha Dog. The first to take him down would become the true King.
One by one they moved assaulting his Physical form. The Jenova roared to life, as it fired the shock wave from the barrel of the gun caused several unstable structures in the area to fall. The bullet ripped through his dark barrier but fell. It was enough for the prince of Wallachia to move in on him and drag his unholy blade through the Spokesman. But he was stuck, the blade was caught by the familiars hands. In one swift movement the Spokesman decapitated and absorbed himself. His power surged as the DoA prince was absorbed. The cocky bastard of DS fired the Jenova again blowing apart the gun but successfully catching the Spokesman off guard. The bullet ripped through him, and victory was certain. But the holy bullet wasn't effective, this wasn't known to the DS Alucard as he was already moved in, and on the hind side of the Spokesman was IAIYM Alucard trying to split him in half with his bare hands.
"Pathetic." His familiars took the DS Alucard and absorbed him in one go, the Spokesman himself twisted with his sword and took out the other Alucard absorbing him as well. "Come at me all at once. It'll be faster." Bullets, and blades collided. Only one remained. And it was the Spokesman of Insanity himself. New voices etched in his skull, new memories, or old memories that was. His blood was further tainted, his familiar army was strengthened. He released his familiars consuming the rest of the city.
Part 7
Desecrate through Reverence
He walked the way to Hallowtown where he came across an old face. There stood a younger man who attracted a crowd around him. This young man slaughtered them with movements from his hands using them as puppets, controlling their actions making them commit suicide and murder one another. Alucard, now only known as the Spokesman of Insanity, spoke loudly to the man, “Pathetic…” He stepped over the bodies one by one with a displeased look on his face, “Gein. A long awaited conclusion to what feels like ten years.”
“Who do you think you are?” Said Gein who moved his fingers about and forced the knight to draw his pistol and shoot himself in the head. Silence and nothing more. Then there was a crackling and the Spokesman lifted his head and simply said, “Too many to be called somebody. I know how to control these people. Microfiber razor wire. A talent I faced once before, and a talent the I wrecked once before. Allow me... To demonstrate.”
The Spokesman of Insanity dropped the pistol and drew his sword. He lanced the air with his blade cutting the wires that had attached themselves to his body and lunged forward. Gein backpeddled swiping the air in front of him with the razor wire, which effectively sliced into Alucard's exposed areas, those areas bled black smoke however, Gein was soon engulfed by this smoke and devoured by the hounds.
Alucard looked over his shoulder at the corpses on the ground, "No one has claimed your souls yet. I believe I will, however."
“You have some nerve coming here!” The barrel of the 11mm Blessing would be aimed towards Alucard in the flanking position twenty-five feet away from where the Spokesman stood. “Leave at once!” Here stood the daughter of Maricul; Sazan. The Spokesman laughed, his laughter echoed, he looked over his shoulder and instantly the darkness turned him around without a movement. “I've only just arrived. The nerve of you people, I kill the town nuisance, and you try to run me out of town. . . How, rude.” Alucard would run his blade along the sheaths head and slide it back into place. He sniffed the air a bit, “I smell the blood of a worthless bitch. But you aren't her, you are something less.”
“Name yourself you filthy half-blood bitch.”
Sazan took a couple of steps back determined to keep that twenty-five feet gap between them with the gun aimed at the chest of the Spokesman. “My name is Sazan and I am telling you to leave this town at once!”
“This seems like the perfect place to settle, why go now?” He called back to her as he walked over the bodies left behind from Gein's massacre. Each of their souls was ripped from their bodies as he stepped over them, getting consumed by the darkness that resided in him. “I don’t think I’ll be leaving.”
Sazan neither move from her spot on the ground nor lowered her weapon as she watched the man venture over to the corpses. “What do you intend to do here?”
“Whatever I feel like.” His eyes gazed through her almost. But they slowly adverted from her and he faced away from her in full once again. He looked from each body on the ground and halted on one specifically, a small child, his smirk slowly disappeared and his eyes narrowed on her. “What’s it matter to you,” he said with an almost bitter tone.
“This is my home.” Sazan continued to hold her ground as she took a couple of steps forward, going back to that twenty-five feet distance gap in the flanking position again just in case she had to send off the first fire in what could be the toughest battle in her whole existence. “As Dominion City was when you wrecked it. Do you understand now? I will not sit idly by and allow you to destroy another city I call my home.”
He faced her and crossed his arms across his chest, “You sat idly by before, what’s different now?” His face was a dull serious look, and his head was cocked to the side slightly. "Before, you watched as I set to ruin, and entire city in a matter of hours. Now, you decide you'll face the monster that put at bay, every beast that has faced him yet: The experiment, the daughter of a hell demon, the dark knight, and the angel of deception. And that's only one of my personalities." He leaned forward, "What makes you think, you can stop me now if I truly wanted to destroy everything here?"
“I don’t have to explain myself to the likes of you. I’m no beast.”
“You're no beast?” He chuckled to himself on that one, “And I'm no vampire. Long ago, I would have said it took simply a normal person to kill the likes of me, now, I am certain your Silver Dust bullets are harmless to the likes of me. Even if I decided I was going to engage you in combat, which I have no plans to do so. . .”
What’s left of this meeting remains a mystery. The Spokesman of Insanity disappeared after this meeting. Tremors of his name have crawled down the spine of many.
Part 8
One Year Later
A coffin was found not too long ago. It was not opened due to heavy duty locks and thick leather straps going across the extravagantly designed coffin. It was placed in a museum where it’s rested for nearly a year. A rumor has spread across the underground that the coffin houses one of the most destructive forces that could possibly be released into the world.
Of course the rumors and warnings were never listened too. The coffin was stolen in the middle of night. The thieves took crow bars to the locks and knives to the straps trying to open the coffin but came up short even after they got all the restraints off it. After examining the coffin for hours they finally found the last locking mechanic to the coffin. Realigning the crosses to face upside down the lid finally opened releasing a heavy fog into the room.
The Thieves removed the lid completely and they stared into an intense darkness nothing but pitch black filled to the brim. One of them stepped closer, no one had noticed the fog in the room disappeared but all of them felt the temperature drop twenty degrees rapidly. A voice threw them all off from behind them, a man sat in a chair one leg extended outward the other crossed over it. He reclined in the chair with both of his silver pistols in his hands. He was very fancily dressed in a nice black suit, white dress shirt, black suit pants, shined leather boots, and a leather belt. His black hair sat untidily on his head strands of it falling into his youthful face. “What do you think you’re doing?”
They all turned suddenly and the one whom stepped closer to the coffin was suddenly pulled into the darkness and devoured spewing blood and gore outward from the coffin. The Thieves pulled their guns and some turned to face him others turned back to the coffin firing. The ones who fired on him met nothing but darkness itself as it shielded him from the bullets. The ones firing on the coffin found the darkness inside was alive and shot out ripping them all to pieces showering the others in their pulpy masses.
The man casually raised both of his guns and fired at the men pumping bullet after endless bullet into them until only one was left, his legs were blown apart and broken by the black tendrils that escaped the dark haze. The man stood up the last one alive reached out with his bloodied hand grabbing at his boot sliding down it, “Who are you?”
The man looked down, “I don’t know. What’s your name?”
The dying man said with his last breath, “Gabriel.”
He was shot in the head his body then devoured like the others, “No. My name is Gabriel. You are dead.” He and the shadows around him exited the building to a blinding sunlight in the middle of Hallowtown. The darkness around him instantly was absorbed into him, he put away both of his pistols and continued down the road like everyone else.
Name: Gabriel Lachney
Alias’s: Alucard, The No Life King, The Spokesman of Insanity
Age: 12,540
Species: Something Unknown
I Already Have Enough Friends
Family: Deceased
Friends: None
Enemies: Many
Rivals: None
Alliance: None
Occupation: None
The Fine & Subtle Art of Deception
Description: Standing at 6’3” weighing in at 185, a young man with black hair and lightly tanned skin. His body is well built as if he was a fighter. His face would be considered handsome yet almost sinister in a different light. The man’s frame is usually dressed in very nice clothing. Black suits and the top of the line silk dress shirts. He enjoys hard soled dress shoes.
Personality: One would not know it by meeting him now, but what was originally an egotistic bastard of a man who would belittle everyone he faced now stood a very static neutral mannered being. He still continues to insult people at his own pace but doesn’t over exert himself any more than he has to.
One Match & a Gallon of Gasoline
Weapons:
Designer 9mm Hallow Point pistols. Each pistol is silver with the gun metal etched in designs. Their handles are lined with white wood. At first these pistols seem rather normal; however they each have their own secrets. They were once the most feared pistols in existence re-forged into a blade. That blade was once again melted down to craft these weapons of beauty.
History:
Part 1
The Age Old Dilemma of Romance Vs. Retribution
Snow settled about the lands of Transylvania, a citadel in Sighisoara had an echoing cry with the birth of a child. His father lowered his second son into the arms of his mother. The child was beautiful to them, but one day, he would become known by many names, one so being, Dracula. And so, the snow continued to fall, and the sun began to rise, the land of Transylvania, the land of Wallachia, and further more, the Underworld, knew not what storm was brewing.
The sounds of footsteps brewing called the young Vlad Dracula(16), word had come to him that his father was assassinated in the marshlands, and to his older brother Mircea, blinded with heated iron stakes and buried alive. As the eldest son of Dracul himself, Vlad was placed on the throne by the Sultan. His ruling time wouldn’t be long, soon after Wallachia was invaded once more by Hunyadi, Vlad fled to Moldavia, living under the protection of his Uncle, Bogdan II, until October 1451, Bogdan was assassinated and Vlad once again fled.
Vlad evaded several encampments of Ottoman soldiers and killed any who did find him. Word got back to his homeland, back to Hunyadi, who had been impressed by his tactics and knowledge of their common enemy. Hunyadi eventually got a message to Vlad asking his return and giving him a spot as an advisor, also picking him as a candidate for Wallachia’s throne.
Eventually Vlad left Hunyadi ridding himself of the offers. He had gained significant influence on Hunyadi’s troops and many followed. Years to come, 1456(25), Vlad invaded Wallachia with a much larger force gathered from his homeland. His battles were brutal, and by the time he had arrived to the throne assistants to the castle told him of Hunyadi’s death to the plague. Disappointed, yet somewhat pleased Vlad was prince to his native land once again.
He soon learned how chaotic the lands of Wallachia had become after his grand fathers death. He would have to resort to severe and extreme tactics in order to build a stable economy and face his demons. It was a simple plan at most, he started by offing the boyars. Physically many of the boyars were slain in the streets for all eyes to see, and with much of the nobility in ruin Vlad began to employ only those loyal to him as his surrounding Council. To further loosen the connections to the boyars he ruined the trade lines to Saxon-populated towns. Raids were inducted to ensure that no trade was allowed. In 1459 he impaled over a dozen Saxon traders for transgressing his authority.
The Danesti clan had threatened his throne as well. Many of the clan’s princes were slain by Vlads very blade, for instance, Vladislav II, and another who had taken part in murdering his brother. Any who housed his rivals were impaled, any princes captured were forced to read their own eulogy while kneeling before and open grave.
With the rising economy Vlad took up family traditions and restarted a war with the Ottoman Empire. Vlad stopped paying tribute to the Empire and joined sides with the Hungarians, like his fathers before him. This ensured war between Wallachia and the Ottoman empire, several assassination attempts were tried on Vlad, and none succeeded, retaliating , Vlad and his army crossed the Danube and laid waste to the area between Serbia and the Black Sea, but what he came across he wasn’t ready for.
He faced a legion of the Turks, but also demons. Beings only fabled in stories, more so, things that shouldn’t exist in the mortal realm. His men faced the worst of the worst, yet he remained victorious. He stood at the top of the valley during a skirmish and yelled down upon his adversaries, “I have killed men and women, old and young; 23,884 Turks and Bulgarians without counting those whom we burned alive in their homes or whose heads were not chopped off by our soldiers! Keep running into the head of the slaughter! Give me more! MORE!!”
Mehmed didn’t take kindly to the attacks. He gathered his demons and raised an army four times the size of Vlad’s. They crossed into Wallachia and faced guerrilla warfare and the sight of 20,000 Turks impaled along the roadside to the Castle. The Turks were heavily demoralized, believing Vlad Tepes to be something more than man. Believing his army to be made up of the highest lords of hades itself. Vlad and several of his men disguised themselves and entered the main encampment of the Turks, they attempted to assassinate Mehmed head on but failed, when Vlad and his handful of men fought their way out of the camp Mehmed decided it was time to leave, leaving Radu, Vlads Half Brother, behind to fight.
Radu struck a deal with Hungarians leadership, Vlad was imprisoned by his own allies. In his years in captivity he remarried, and slowly worked his way back into the good graces of the Hungarian monarchy. His wife, Illona Szilagyi, bore his children, one being Vlad Dracula, the other lost to time itself. His time in captivity converted him over into Catholicism as well, and had given him time to plan out a new conquest of Wallachia.
He gathered what remained of his loyal servants, and they gathered others willing to go to battle, who gathered more and so on and so forth. He raised an army, and he set off toward the land of Wallachia once more. Vlad rode in on a white horse, he was alongside some of the greatest soldiers he’d known, and he was defeated, captured, and brought before the Ottoman Empire.
Forced to kneel before the executioner they asked him for his final words, he simply replied, “I regret nothing.” The swing of an axe ended Vlad Dracula. . .
Part 2
You Will Get Exactly What You Deserve
A castle holding over five hundred men, of which a hundred were demons, fifty were elite swordsmen, the remaining three hundred and fifty were armed to the teeth. In one night the air would grow stale with the smell of blood, and the rot of death. Several men survived to recall what Dracula really was. A monster in mortal flesh.
Wallachia’s throne remained his, or so it would. Dracula easily ripped apart the front gates, a glow of red in his eyes, he took up a sword and laid waste before him, eventually coming to his Half-Brother, Radu. “In my time ruling, I punished many people, most worse than their crime, and many didn’t deserve to die at all, they were simply following orders. My dear brother, I believe it time that I bring retribution upon you, and punish you more brutally than my own death.”
Radu’s body was retrieved by the Ottoman, ravaged, nearly unrecognizable, his ribs glistening through torn flesh, his heart pierced with a ten foot steak, his arms tied so tightly behind his back that the skin was torn into, both of his legs hacked off at the knee, and his head half way cut off hanging simply by the spine. It was a message to any who would oppose the ruler of Wallachia. And foolishly did they.
Dracula decided to continue his trip of revenge. Hunyadi had died many years ago, but his son, the one who had imprisoned him after sparking the deal with Radu, Matthias Corvinus, was still alive. Dracula set out from his castle and began to siege land on his own time, creating many rumors about the Undead King. Corvinus was never found, but his men were hunted alongside the Ottoman, and the Bulgarians.
Dracula had decided it was enough revenge, he would continue to fight the Empire, and kill any demon who faced him. He would return to his homeland to find his half brother Vlad Calugarul had taken the throne. Dracula presented himself to his brother and lent his sword to him in order to make his rule long. Calugarul ruled for nearly 15 years, constructed the St. Nicholas Church, and passed away shortly after his rule was over. Dracula left, not wishing to help the son of his half-brother, seeing his son as a worthless mortal.
Many titles were attributed to him during his war against the demons, even after Mehmed passed away in history, and new rulers rose. His castle was deemed haunted and no one would step foot in it out of fear that the Impaling Prince would use their corpse as a display for the outside of his castle, as new ones appeared every so often. Wallachia was ruled not by Dracula, but by many different royal figures, they ruled in a new castle, and in hard times they would visit Dracula praying for savior.
He went to battle alongside several different rulers of Wallachia, and some he abandoned out of spite for their beliefs. Though he didn’t follow all the rulers into battle, he would continue to protect the people of his homeland from the uprising of demons, he was the Impaling Prince, and the savior of Wallachia in one go. Wallachia entered a new century, with it brought the last of the Draculesti bloodline to the throne of Wallachia.
Alexandru Conconul ruled for four years and passed away, he may have had an offspring, but no one ever knew. Dracula was alone once and for all, he had no bloodline to serve anymore. He was left to his castle, and soon enough the demons halted their activities at the Dead Sea for a time.
Part 3
Save Your Sermons for Sunday So I Can Sleep This Night Off
Wallachia had changed into Romania during the 1800s, it had mellowed out but even still demons began to exit the gate ways once again. This gained the attention of a traveling holy man, Abraham Van Helsing. Dracula had been battling the demons at the time when Helsing arrived, at first Helsing believed him to be human, fighting with a blade wearing light weight mid-evil armor for protection.
Helsing laid down a seal blocking the passage of demons into the mortal world temporarily. He spoke to the Count as an equal, not knowing his true nature, he spoke of relics and of holy incantations that could seal the gate for a long extended amount of time. Dracula dismissed him and began to set off, Helsing asked him briefly, “What is your name?” Dracula replied, “Count Dracula, The No Life King.”
Dracula watched over Helsing shortly, long enough to get a wrap on who followed him, and his eye caught one such girl. He spoke out to Helsing, “Excuse me, if you need place to stay, you may join me at my Castle.” They traveled half a day, Helsing and his group had dinner, whre Alucard was introduced to John Harker, Mina Harker (of whom he was interested the most in), Helsing himself, Jack Seward, Arthur Holmwood, and Quincy Morris.
The group departed for slumber, all except Dracula himself, who watched from the shadows, one such, Mina Harker. He couldn’t hold himself back, he ventured forward, and laid his fangs into her neck. The following morning John found his wife in a trance like state, Helsing searched the castle for Dracula but found no clue of him. He had most of his group stay behind as he would head to the place where they met Dracula, he, Dr. Seward, and Quincy Morris traveled half a days time to the gateway and found Dracula standing before it.
“Count! I demand to know what you have done to Mina Harker!” Addressed Helsing, in an unusually rough manor. Dracula looked up at him, he had a solemn look on his face, his reply was filled with sadness, “I have passed my curse onto her, so that she can live each day, as beautiful as the last. An eternity by my side.”
“I demand you reverse the curse!” Helsing had stomped his foot and drawn his blade. Dracula was not afraid of the holy man, instead he honored him by nodding and drawing his own sword, “Demand in such a way with your blade, not with words. If you wish to reverse the curse, you must slay the beast who laid it upon her. Step forward and face me, who ever die takes their prize, an eternity with beauty, or slaying the Impaling Prince.”
“So be it Count,” Helsing readied his blade in an amateur like fashion and took to the front of the field rushing at his foe. Dracula had faced more foes than Helsing had met in his life time, he easily blocked the attack and forced enough energy to send Helsing off his feet onto his back, “Worthless, fight me as if you’ve killed my kind.”
Helsing stood, “I do not wish to kill you Count, I just wish for you to return Mina to her state.” Dracula shook his head, “Fine so be it Vampire, take what’s due and return to your place in hell. AMEN!” Helsing stepped forward and his slash came down on Dracula’s blade, the force was unrivaled, holy energy siphoned off of Dracula’s blade and then, it shattered. Helsing’s blade sunk down and then forced straight up, into the heart of the beast.
“My chains, are broken,” said the Count. Helsing shook his head, “Wrong, for an eternity you shall live, unable to speak of your past glories, seen as a beast and nothing more. You, a mockery of what is man, shall walk the Earth until it be wasted to dust, you will see mortality for what it is, and watch many generations come and go. You will rise again Count, and for what its worth, Mina will be elderly, your plan for her beauty long gone. Rest well Count, for the day you rise will be a day I watch down from heaven on you, frowning.” The twist of a blade ended Count Dracula.
Part 4
Forgiveness Isn’t As Much Fun As Holding a Grudge
Helsing was correct, what rose from the ashes of death some forty years later was a beast. The No Life King didn’t bother hunting down Mina to see if his curse wore away, or to see if she was still alive. Instead he traveled from the graveyard back to his castle, he found it in ruins, barely standing on its foundation, a sign hanging from the twin oak doors, “Danger Do No Enter.” He traveled to the Dead Sea and found that an incantation had been placed on the gateway to the Underworld, it was true, he could not speak of his past glories if he had no adversary to face.
He looked into the water, sat there looking at his image. The reverse of what he was, he was no longer Dracula, he was indeed Alucard. Hatred brewed inside of him, if they wanted to see the beast and nothing more, so be it. If they had forgotten his glories, then he shall make them remember his infamy, no, not just Romania, but the world, and beyond the world. The Underworld as well. . . “I hope you’re ready for this…”
Part 5
Home is for the Heartless
Alucard turned out to be the biggest adversary within the Underworld. He demolished Domino city in days, only to fall short to the Ajerian King Arix. Into the underworld his soul traveled. Released from the burden placed upon him. He heard a voice call to him, he took the darkness by the balls. He absorbed it, he took hold of the Underworld and ripped his way out. Transcending beyond the walls that reality placed on him.
He burst into the world at the same time the Abyss did. Alucard ripped his way through the streets he continued to do battle until he re-obtained the weapons that were his, the Casull and Jackal. There was rumors that his rival had lost battle to the one known as the Keeper, the ruler of the Abyss army, he was intrigued. One so powerful, one that killed him taken by the balls. Alucard set the hunt out for the Keeper releasing his familiars by the masse within the ruined streets of Domino. The Abyss faced nightmares they had never seen before until he located the Keeper.
Alucard recalled all of his familiars and stood before the Keeper. With the least amount of effort ever he started plugging bullets empowered by the familiars in his body into the Keeper. When the Keeper decided to amp his power up Alucard broke the walls of reality around him going beyond the Vlad Effect, Alucard’s ancient sword alone shattered every barrier the Keeper placed up, it didn’t help that both the Casull and Jackal formed together combining their power to create the 15mm Genocide. Alucard fired the pistol twice, the first time blew off the Keepers arm along with destroying his staff, the second shot destroyed the Keepers entire upper body.
Alucard noticed something though. He felt a rift open when the Keeper died. The power he possessed was attracted to the rift, and so Alucard allowed himself to be taken by it. When he opened his eyes he stood on the shores of a beach staring the darkness in the face, the soot on the ground and the snow in the air proved to be a much different scene that he had just left. He stood in another world.
He studied the world a bit. He eventually got thirsty and spread the vampiric taint amongst the world. And when the war came he got excited. Leading an army of vampires against the Abyss only to be the last one standing in his army. He ripped and mauled the Abyss army back to their entrance wound until he faced Amon and was forced in chains and binds. Alucard because a prisoner of the Abyss. He was stowed away in a large oak chest.
Part 6
Pleasure Found In the Butchery
The Chest was taken by the Remnants of the Damned when the Abyss Army was subdued. The Remnant of the Damned opened the chest and released the Madness into the world. Arix sealed him back within the chest. And it wasn’t reopened until after His death. The Damned went on a vendetta against Fallon Square in a holy war they needed backing and so they opened the Oak Chest and blessed the straight jacket Alucard wore.
He went into battle against the nations of the Desert lands. And eventually the Damned were shunned from the land for using such a monster. Alucard was once again locked away in the chest where he rested until the day when Patrick took over the Legion of the Damned and released him to fight the Abyss. The forefront of the Abyss saw this new combatant as insulting. How could the Damned suddenly change their aspect of sending soldiers to fight them to sending one man?
And so the Abyss would learn as a sea of darkness etched its way over their sea of unlimited soldiers. Time had changed the monster they had all forgotten about. Within a few hours of combat, they remembered. He no longer played with his targets, he butchered them like a madman. All the while, a fallen angel made herself known...
It may of been a short battle. But it was one that shook the very ground. The Angel known as Adena kept the upper hand on the monster of the Damned. But Alucard was playing with her, he had long since lost the feeling of enjoyment from battle and didn't wish this battle to end so quickly. Eventually he released his full power, permanently shifting him into the perfect killing machine. They parted ways.
The next chapter is blurred for the madman. He arrived to aid the Damned and the Ajerians when Jerico was being mauled. He tore his way through the unending barricades of Abyss as if they weren't there. Before long they simply parted for him to walk. The battle came to a head as Amon was faced by the leaders of the army, but he was far too strong for those whom challenged him. Alucard didn't interfere with the fight too much, when the Abyss began to pull out from a loss of numbers Alucard nodded to the dread lord of the Abyss and said, "I'll be seeing you soon enough."
This world was too unstable to be drawn into the other realm, it was being held together by unexplained energies that Arix's corpse radiated. There was a number of events that cased it's shift to break. Alex and Exion found Arix's body. Arix had become one again with his soul and Alex fell dead while Arix rose from his broken tomb. Alucard and Amon faced in single combat where the dread lord had the upper hand of the fight for the first hour, even while the two couldn't harm one another. Alucard finally released all of his reserves and flattened out the city of the dead in one stride. Amon's body shattered and his Abyss army was broken.
Arix and Inanis met one on one. What was thought to be another weekly battle was ended within minutes as Arix's energy caused Inanis to evolve. The energy between the two awoke a dormant god. In seconds Inanis simply dropped dead, the god known as Abaddon roared awake and the planet slowly died to the unstoppable set of energies from the negative god. All the theories that the prophets had that Arix could defeat the god were ceased in seconds.
And that's where the realm broke and Alucard opened his eyes from his slumber standing amongst himself. There were several versions of himself surrounding him. Some classy, some gruff, some donning similar armor to himself. They all talked to one another through telepathy, etching words into his mind as well. It was all whispers. As he stood to his feet his head slowly lowered and he barked out, "There can only be one." He drew his sword and each of them drew their weapons, weather it be the Jenova, the Casull and Jackal, or his old sword, they stood ready to see whom was more dominant.
Each of them spread out in a circle and raised their weapons at one another, everyone picking targets. A single black feather fell between them. It's path was slow and twisting, and as it fell unto the ground the fire fight began. But The Spokesman of Insanity himself didn't attack, bullets tried to break through his barrier of darkness but fell short. They all released their familiars covering the city in darkness as they did combat. But one of them still stood there unmoved. He had killed warlords in his time, dread lords, and lords of unnatural armies. Of them, he was the most dominant. He yelled out, "You are all, pathetic!"
He reach out and exploded in darkness. His hellhounds ripped through the different darkness's and devoured the billions of souls that were now present. Then the darkness fell dormant. It was nothing more than a fog on the ground. A city with a large population was made extinct in one move. The Spokesman of Insanity stood alone while the others had grouped up on him, knowing he to be the Alpha Dog. The first to take him down would become the true King.
One by one they moved assaulting his Physical form. The Jenova roared to life, as it fired the shock wave from the barrel of the gun caused several unstable structures in the area to fall. The bullet ripped through his dark barrier but fell. It was enough for the prince of Wallachia to move in on him and drag his unholy blade through the Spokesman. But he was stuck, the blade was caught by the familiars hands. In one swift movement the Spokesman decapitated and absorbed himself. His power surged as the DoA prince was absorbed. The cocky bastard of DS fired the Jenova again blowing apart the gun but successfully catching the Spokesman off guard. The bullet ripped through him, and victory was certain. But the holy bullet wasn't effective, this wasn't known to the DS Alucard as he was already moved in, and on the hind side of the Spokesman was IAIYM Alucard trying to split him in half with his bare hands.
"Pathetic." His familiars took the DS Alucard and absorbed him in one go, the Spokesman himself twisted with his sword and took out the other Alucard absorbing him as well. "Come at me all at once. It'll be faster." Bullets, and blades collided. Only one remained. And it was the Spokesman of Insanity himself. New voices etched in his skull, new memories, or old memories that was. His blood was further tainted, his familiar army was strengthened. He released his familiars consuming the rest of the city.
Part 7
Desecrate through Reverence
He walked the way to Hallowtown where he came across an old face. There stood a younger man who attracted a crowd around him. This young man slaughtered them with movements from his hands using them as puppets, controlling their actions making them commit suicide and murder one another. Alucard, now only known as the Spokesman of Insanity, spoke loudly to the man, “Pathetic…” He stepped over the bodies one by one with a displeased look on his face, “Gein. A long awaited conclusion to what feels like ten years.”
“Who do you think you are?” Said Gein who moved his fingers about and forced the knight to draw his pistol and shoot himself in the head. Silence and nothing more. Then there was a crackling and the Spokesman lifted his head and simply said, “Too many to be called somebody. I know how to control these people. Microfiber razor wire. A talent I faced once before, and a talent the I wrecked once before. Allow me... To demonstrate.”
The Spokesman of Insanity dropped the pistol and drew his sword. He lanced the air with his blade cutting the wires that had attached themselves to his body and lunged forward. Gein backpeddled swiping the air in front of him with the razor wire, which effectively sliced into Alucard's exposed areas, those areas bled black smoke however, Gein was soon engulfed by this smoke and devoured by the hounds.
Alucard looked over his shoulder at the corpses on the ground, "No one has claimed your souls yet. I believe I will, however."
“You have some nerve coming here!” The barrel of the 11mm Blessing would be aimed towards Alucard in the flanking position twenty-five feet away from where the Spokesman stood. “Leave at once!” Here stood the daughter of Maricul; Sazan. The Spokesman laughed, his laughter echoed, he looked over his shoulder and instantly the darkness turned him around without a movement. “I've only just arrived. The nerve of you people, I kill the town nuisance, and you try to run me out of town. . . How, rude.” Alucard would run his blade along the sheaths head and slide it back into place. He sniffed the air a bit, “I smell the blood of a worthless bitch. But you aren't her, you are something less.”
“Name yourself you filthy half-blood bitch.”
Sazan took a couple of steps back determined to keep that twenty-five feet gap between them with the gun aimed at the chest of the Spokesman. “My name is Sazan and I am telling you to leave this town at once!”
“This seems like the perfect place to settle, why go now?” He called back to her as he walked over the bodies left behind from Gein's massacre. Each of their souls was ripped from their bodies as he stepped over them, getting consumed by the darkness that resided in him. “I don’t think I’ll be leaving.”
Sazan neither move from her spot on the ground nor lowered her weapon as she watched the man venture over to the corpses. “What do you intend to do here?”
“Whatever I feel like.” His eyes gazed through her almost. But they slowly adverted from her and he faced away from her in full once again. He looked from each body on the ground and halted on one specifically, a small child, his smirk slowly disappeared and his eyes narrowed on her. “What’s it matter to you,” he said with an almost bitter tone.
“This is my home.” Sazan continued to hold her ground as she took a couple of steps forward, going back to that twenty-five feet distance gap in the flanking position again just in case she had to send off the first fire in what could be the toughest battle in her whole existence. “As Dominion City was when you wrecked it. Do you understand now? I will not sit idly by and allow you to destroy another city I call my home.”
He faced her and crossed his arms across his chest, “You sat idly by before, what’s different now?” His face was a dull serious look, and his head was cocked to the side slightly. "Before, you watched as I set to ruin, and entire city in a matter of hours. Now, you decide you'll face the monster that put at bay, every beast that has faced him yet: The experiment, the daughter of a hell demon, the dark knight, and the angel of deception. And that's only one of my personalities." He leaned forward, "What makes you think, you can stop me now if I truly wanted to destroy everything here?"
“I don’t have to explain myself to the likes of you. I’m no beast.”
“You're no beast?” He chuckled to himself on that one, “And I'm no vampire. Long ago, I would have said it took simply a normal person to kill the likes of me, now, I am certain your Silver Dust bullets are harmless to the likes of me. Even if I decided I was going to engage you in combat, which I have no plans to do so. . .”
What’s left of this meeting remains a mystery. The Spokesman of Insanity disappeared after this meeting. Tremors of his name have crawled down the spine of many.
Part 8
One Year Later
A coffin was found not too long ago. It was not opened due to heavy duty locks and thick leather straps going across the extravagantly designed coffin. It was placed in a museum where it’s rested for nearly a year. A rumor has spread across the underground that the coffin houses one of the most destructive forces that could possibly be released into the world.
Of course the rumors and warnings were never listened too. The coffin was stolen in the middle of night. The thieves took crow bars to the locks and knives to the straps trying to open the coffin but came up short even after they got all the restraints off it. After examining the coffin for hours they finally found the last locking mechanic to the coffin. Realigning the crosses to face upside down the lid finally opened releasing a heavy fog into the room.
The Thieves removed the lid completely and they stared into an intense darkness nothing but pitch black filled to the brim. One of them stepped closer, no one had noticed the fog in the room disappeared but all of them felt the temperature drop twenty degrees rapidly. A voice threw them all off from behind them, a man sat in a chair one leg extended outward the other crossed over it. He reclined in the chair with both of his silver pistols in his hands. He was very fancily dressed in a nice black suit, white dress shirt, black suit pants, shined leather boots, and a leather belt. His black hair sat untidily on his head strands of it falling into his youthful face. “What do you think you’re doing?”
They all turned suddenly and the one whom stepped closer to the coffin was suddenly pulled into the darkness and devoured spewing blood and gore outward from the coffin. The Thieves pulled their guns and some turned to face him others turned back to the coffin firing. The ones who fired on him met nothing but darkness itself as it shielded him from the bullets. The ones firing on the coffin found the darkness inside was alive and shot out ripping them all to pieces showering the others in their pulpy masses.
The man casually raised both of his guns and fired at the men pumping bullet after endless bullet into them until only one was left, his legs were blown apart and broken by the black tendrils that escaped the dark haze. The man stood up the last one alive reached out with his bloodied hand grabbing at his boot sliding down it, “Who are you?”
The man looked down, “I don’t know. What’s your name?”
The dying man said with his last breath, “Gabriel.”
He was shot in the head his body then devoured like the others, “No. My name is Gabriel. You are dead.” He and the shadows around him exited the building to a blinding sunlight in the middle of Hallowtown. The darkness around him instantly was absorbed into him, he put away both of his pistols and continued down the road like everyone else.
