IC: Seeking the Mistress

[Kain]

After Tenaria he had journeyed to the Ayenee realms in search of her, and spent considerable time in that foul misbegotten place in a fruitless search for as swiftly as he caught the trails scent, again she was gone. Finally in near desperation he used skills seemingly long forgotten and performed a casting of magnitude not seen by his kind ever. Reaching through time (Chronos) and space, he drove his indomitable will outwards expending more blood then he had ever done, seeking from the moment he had last seen her.





?Ahh? escaped his ruby lips, for he had found a trace and pinpointing the location, let go the casting, to turn and sink fangs into a waiting youth, desperate for the blood that he had expended, the closest to collapse and torpor he had been in millennia. Resting and planning his next move, during the next several days he drained fifteen youngsters in rapid succession for what he was about to do required his fullest strength and focus.





Doing something his kindred were disbarred from he made use of fire magicks to create a flaming portal to the location where her scent was strongest, then entered the flames to leap from world to world until finally he entered Poenari. Finding himself beneath the shadow of a huge fortress No sooner had his feet touched the surface, then it seemed his link to her disappeared, and his mind wondered if somehow she had finally broken free of the armband so long ago given to bind. Surely she could not be dead, for that was the only other means to his knowledge to revoke the linkage, so without ado, he immediately sought to find a village to decimate for the purposes of worshipping her and attracting her if at all possible.





This seemed an unusual place he thought as he entered the village during the brightest part of the day, hooded eyes watching him, in his outlandish clothing, and arrogance, but it took him only moments to discover what he sought. Entering a tavern, he found exactly the type of weak minded fools required and extending dominance easily controlled the thugs lazing about. Within the hour he had the entire village under his control and now it was time for his ritualistic fun. A church, a tiny affair but still feeling of consecration to some petty godling would suit his purpose to perfection, and ordering the fools whom did his bidding to bring the young and beautiful within he set them to chaining the sacrifice to the seats.





He released his dominance on the chained ones, and grinned with lewd precision at their sudden horror at discovering themselves chained, then he ordered the fools whom he had first dominated to disrobe, and gut each other with their bare hands, the mess was satisfying, but the horror revealed on the youthful victims of his sacrifice was of simple beauty. Guts spilling onto the floor, as the brutish men drove filthy hands into each others bodies, blood spraying, and as each reached to point just a moment before final collapse he would release dominance and laugh as the onset of agony ripped through bodies to far gone to have any response but to die.





The last one standing, a brute of a man, but still torn and bleeding, intestines dropped on the floor in a steaming puddle, he commanded to begin dancing, to jump on his own guts until they were a pulp, then Kain moved to grab a length of purple flesh and stuff it down his throat choking him. As the light began to fade from the mans eyes, Kain released his will and the mans eyes bulged in pain and fear, then he died.





Moans and screams filled this building, as those who were to be the pure sacrifice, fought against their chains, their terror welling in ways eminently satisfying. He moved up to a young woman of about sixteen summers, pale skin and eyes so blue as to compete with the very ocean, and with a single wrench tore her clothing from her flesh. Stroking her chin as he examined her flawless body, wriggling and trying in vain to cover herself, he dominated her mind, for she would be the pinnacle of his ritual, then pointed her to select his first victim. Dragging the victim to the primitive alter he bound them, then handed the naked girl a knife, moving close behind her whispering, ?See how many times you can cut him and have him still breathing, every cut you make, taste the blood, run your hands in it, revel in it, for the blood is the life and it shall be yours.





He stood back as with unskilled hands she began sawing at the teenagers body on the alter, trickles of blood flowing, then Kain laughed as her dominated body performed exactly as he asked. The screams and pleading only spurring her to greater extravagances and on every cut, Kain chanting ?Ankhnesmerira? raising the intensity and tonal vibration. The sounds of moaning and whimpering in the background heightening the musical experience to a degree unheard of.





Sadly after only an hour of playing, the first victim died, and pushing the drained corpse from the alter, he directed his dominated one to choose the next victim. Stunned at the similarity to his first, he laughed aloud when the girl pleaded ?Sister don?t do this?. Now the game was afoot. Binding the girl, then tearing her clothing from her body, finding her just as unblemished as her sister, he moved and ran his tongue up his ghoulish tools neck, then said, play with her, fill your darkest desires. She was your daddies favourite, she got the best of everything, I bet she isn?t even innocent, you should check? Then giggled insanely as his suggestions to the dominated mind took effect. To say his pupil was willing was an understatement, as she joyously ravaged every part of her innocent sisters body, teeth biting, hands poking and prodding, and knife slashing. He moved up behind her, and as she plunged her knife into her sisters heart, released his dominance, allowing her to see what she had done, then tore her throat out allowing her and her sisters blood to spray as he chanted ?Ankhnesmerira? again and again. Turning to those still chained, he danced merry death through their numbers, tearing out hearts, ripping throats and crushing skulls till gobbets of brain exploded from nostrils and ears, all in the blessed Ankhnesmerira?s name. As the last died, a heart held in his hand would burst into flame completing the ritual, and tossing it into a room full of pure white alter cloths, he laughed madly as flames erupted through the building and he casually strolled to the exit, calling out to the corpses strewn about, "See, you really shouldn't play with strangers" then roared with laughter. Kain was sated in his desire, and he would continue his quest, but somewhere out there he hoped AtraLamia, would sense that again he was seeking fresh misery and sacrifice in her name.

[Kain]

The taste of blood on his lips, the madness entering his veins, he had no clue that AtraLamia had manipulated the manipulator into being here. Leaving the now dead village he began a reign of terror on the surrounding countryside. Driving a sharpened stake into the bowels of a lone traveller, impaling him on the roadside. Stealing virgins, and corrupting their innocence with bloodlust, then turning them loose on their families, every day he was chanting her name to some fresh and twisted atrocity.

He was insane in his desire for sacrifice, and on finding a group of his kindred hidden away in caves beneath the castle, he began a bold and savage fest of violence. One by one he would draw them from their hiding place, then hanging them by their feet, tear their throats so that every drop of blood would fall into a stone pool, slowly filling it. The horror they realised on discovering who he was, raised his passions, and the toxic miasma of fear, passion and rage mixing would waft upwards into the surrounding area. He scoured the countryside, travelling many miles away in order to find his victims, a random pattern of missing persons, that could not be traced, bring them back and allowing their blood to mingle with that of the kindred in the pool now forming. Powers taught by Lilith coming into effect as he bound each soul to the pool so it was a living entity, wailing its agony, unable to do anything except scream endlessly, faces would form on its surface, tormented, mutilated faces, bearing little resemblance to those whose blood filled this pool for the agonies of eternity poured into them.

He made this for her, a mixture of blood and souls for her to bathe in, to share with a lover, to revitalise herself although he knew not why. More then once he forced sisters to kill each other, mothers to slaughter their beloved innocent teenage daughters, fathers to crush the skulls of their families, dominating them in their actions, but leaving their minds open to what they had done. He forced a priest of a ?good? god to defile his church, making him piss in the holy water, tehn bless his congregation, before feeding them poisoned wyne afterwards. Kain then crucified the man, since he was so eager to display his faith, and just for fun, popped his eyes with sharpened slivers of oak, leaving him hanging above his alter, screaming, well he was until as an afterthought, Kain reached into his mouth, and tore out his tongue. On doing this, he had an epiphany as to a wondrous gift to his sacrifice, and working ancient magicks, cursed the man to not die, and that his injuries would never heal, so that for many years to come, his pain would constantly flow without expression to offer AtraLamia a pleasing music.

In a week he had ridden four horses to death, he had slaughtered, mutilated, crushed, antagonised, burned, tortured impaled and generally had a damn good time all in her name. Perhaps his most pleasurable experience was on finding a group of pilgrims, he had ridden full tilt into them, smashing their hym singing leaders head, then jumping off his horse, pissing on the still wriggling corpse, and asking if anyone else needed the toilet, before riding off. The wails were amusing.

Staying one night in a farmhouse, he convinced the farmers innocent daughter to seduce her father, then led the mother to the scene, standing back laughing as the obese woman, bashed their brains in with a heavy frypan. Another day, he entered a school, and incited the youths to beat their ancient teacher to death, then summoned the town guards to the scene while they were still in the act. Convincing the guards he was a lords judge and executioner was easy, and by the next morning, the town had lost every youth between the ages of eleven and seventeen. When the guard opened the prison they would be sickened, for kain had mutilated every one of them,leaving their battered corpses in sexual positions as if an orgy of the dead had occurred, and by use of magicks, the blood flowed to the hidden pool beneath the castle.

He rode slowly back to the castle and entered the deep caves, kneeling before the pool he placed his hands in the crimson entity, of pain, horror and blood and chanted her name over and over. This was his sacrifice to her.

[Kain]

Darkness, a tiny seed flourishing in his mind and heart, growing ever larger as the intensity of his craving to make offering to her grew in propensity with every passing hour.  Finding a small farmlet with five youths, three female and two male teenagers, he slaughtered their parents, and embraced them. During the time of waiting for the change to come upon them, he rounded up a small group of victims to feed them, old crone, widowers, and joy to all joy he found their mothers parents. On the third night he stood watching as one by one, they stirred, then binding their eyes allowed each to feed individually, only revealing after the fact they had been the death of their own flesh and blood. Dominance flowing easily at these weak ones, knowing that given time they would be first generation he moved swiftly with his plans, for he had no intention of them being around long enough to discover their potential.

Playing them one against the other, causing distrust where none existed, telling each how they would rise to greatness at his side, but that the others were jealous, he led them on a series of lightening raids in the lands outside the region, capturing holy woman and slaughtering holy men. Fresh virgins captured, both male and female, a wave of unblemished slaughter worthy of note. A petty princeling thinking to stop these atrocities leading an army of thirty out of his garrison, how Kain had laughed at this, for when he was finished, even the horses they rode were dead and bloodless, and his prot?g?s were well fed. Then entering the tiny castle by night, taking his wife, and daughters in chains back to the caves, he began the next round of bloodletting.

Entering he area where the blood pool lay, he saw the ravenous hunger on the faces of those he had embraced, and that lusting hunger was enough to trigger his next action. Blood raising, mind flaring with wanton passion, he willed himself into frenzy, fingernails lengthening into claws, fangs extending from gaping mouth, eyes sinking back deep into his skull and skin pulling tight aging him and giving him and appearance of ancient terror. Diving into the group of five, hands ripping, teeth slashing as the terror within each of them burst forth, he literally tore them to shreds except for one of the girls. Brunette, with a slender figure, skin so perfect as to be almost a quarter as smooth as Atra?s, lips so ripe and full as to constantly tease, he turned to her and growled that she would be his queen after he had killed f those who were plotting against her. The foolish child believed him. It was so easy he thought as his features restored to their normal urbane and sophisticated appearance, then with her assistance he brought the entire group of captives and chained them surrounding the blood bath.

Telling his assistant to strip, as he did as well, (it cost a lot of blood to replace levi?s from this time and place) he and the girl then moved amidst the captives undressing them and examining their bodies for flaws. He discovered one boy to be the seventh son of the seventh son on questioning and dragged him aside for special treatment, and one girl had a birthmark of a perfect cresent moon on her left breast, she also was pulled aside. Kain began chanting her name, and moved to begin the games. Friend would be forced to kill friend, forced to use their own teeth to tear the throats from those they loved, all the time fully aware of their actions.

Innocent girls would be deflowered, by their best friends, the males well he would allow them to become stimulated by the sight, then a simple slash of a knife would send raw agonies through their bodies and their life?s blood into the pool. He chuckled all the while at how often a man?s excitement would give him trouble as one by one they bled out and died. The girls horror was growing along with the physical pain he was forcing them to work upon each other. He nodded to his last remaining chylde and she followed his gaze to the princelings daughters. Then moving to where his clothes were piled, he drew a long slender dagger and handed it to the girl. ?See how many little holes you can poke in them, before they die?, he said then released all dominance on the prisoners so the song of extended screaming arose as the embraced girl went gleefully to her task. The first one got to eighty before the knife went to deep, the second however with care died when three hundred punctures had tickled her flesh.

Now it was time, and moving to the youthful vampire he took the knife and appearing to turn away swung back driving his hand into her chest and tearing forth her heart. With a twist of will it bursting into flames as he uttered the word, the most potent of names ?Ankhnesmerira?the horror and torment on her face and the faces of the girls left alive the pinnacle of the evening.

Bruised and battered the remaining huddling victims he would simply move and slash the throats of each, drawing their heads back so their life would spray into the blood pool, then binding their screaming souls to wail for eternity. Stepping back he observed his work, then began dancing in wild abandon chanting her name again and again. This would eventually be a gift worthy of her darkness.

[Kain]

Darkness, a tiny seed flourishing in his mind and heart, growing ever larger as the intensity of his craving to make offering to her grew in propensity with every passing hour.  Finding a small farmlet with five youths, three female and two male teenagers, he slaughtered their parents, and embraced them. During the time of waiting for the change to come upon them, he rounded up a small group of victims to feed them, old crone, widowers, and joy to all joy he found their mothers parents. On the third night he stood watching as one by one, they stirred, then binding their eyes allowed each to feed individually, only revealing after the fact they had been the death of their own flesh and blood. Dominance flowing easily at these weak ones, knowing that given time they would be first generation he moved swiftly with his plans, for he had no intention of them being around long enough to discover their potential.

Playing them one against the other, causing distrust where none existed, telling each how they would rise to greatness at his side, but that the others were jealous, he led them on a series of lightening raids in the lands outside the region, capturing holy woman and slaughtering holy men. Fresh virgins captured, both male and female, a wave of unblemished slaughter worthy of note. A petty princeling thinking to stop these atrocities leading an army of thirty out of his garrison, how Kain had laughed at this, for when he was finished, even the horses they rode were dead and bloodless, and his prot?g?s were well fed. Then entering the tiny castle by night, taking his wife, and daughters in chains back to the caves, he began the next round of bloodletting.

Entering he area where the blood pool lay, he saw the ravenous hunger on the faces of those he had embraced, and that lusting hunger was enough to trigger his next action. Blood raising, mind flaring with wanton passion, he willed himself into frenzy, fingernails lengthening into claws, fangs extending from gaping mouth, eyes sinking back deep into his skull and skin pulling tight aging him and giving him and appearance of ancient terror. Diving into the group of five, hands ripping, teeth slashing as the terror within each of them burst forth, he literally tore them to shreds except for one of the girls. Brunette, with a slender figure, skin so perfect as to be almost a quarter as smooth as Atra?s, lips so ripe and full as to constantly tease, he turned to her and growled that she would be his queen after he had killed f those who were plotting against her. The foolish child believed him. It was so easy he thought as his features restored to their normal urbane and sophisticated appearance, then with her assistance he brought the entire group of captives and chained them surrounding the blood bath.

Telling his assistant to strip, as he did as well, (it cost a lot of blood to replace levi?s from this time and place) he and the girl then moved amidst the captives undressing them and examining their bodies for flaws. He discovered one boy to be the seventh son of the seventh son on questioning and dragged him aside for special treatment, and one girl had a birthmark of a perfect cresent moon on her left breast, she also was pulled aside. Kain began chanting her name, and moved to begin the games. Friend would be forced to kill friend, forced to use their own teeth to tear the throats from those they loved, all the time fully aware of their actions.

Innocent girls would be deflowered, by their best friends, the males well he would allow them to become stimulated by the sight, then a simple slash of a knife would send raw agonies through their bodies and their life?s blood into the pool. He chuckled all the while at how often a man?s excitement would give him trouble as one by one they bled out and died. The girls horror was growing along with the physical pain he was forcing them to work upon each other. He nodded to his last remaining chylde and she followed his gaze to the princelings daughters. Then moving to where his clothes were piled, he drew a long slender dagger and handed it to the girl. ?See how many little holes you can poke in them, before they die?, he said then released all dominance on the prisoners so the song of extended screaming arose as the embraced girl went gleefully to her task. The first one got to eighty before the knife went to deep, the second however with care died when three hundred punctures had tickled her flesh.

Now it was time, and moving to the youthful vampire he took the knife and appearing to turn away swung back driving his hand into her chest and tearing forth her heart. With a twist of will it bursting into flames as he uttered the word, the most potent of names ?Ankhnesmerira?the horror and torment on her face and the faces of the girls left alive the pinnacle of the evening.

Bruised and battered the remaining huddling victims he would simply move and slash the throats of each, drawing their heads back so their life would spray into the blood pool, then binding their screaming souls to wail for eternity. Stepping back he observed his work, then began dancing in wild abandon chanting her name again and again. This would eventually be a gift worthy of her darkness.

[Kain]

The influence of the comet on a distant place permeated the landscape as Kain led the group of empty eyed woman under the control of dominance into the depths of the castle. Shaking his head while chuckling horrendously he kept muttering ?a fucking nunnery? then laughing again.  Searching for his next sacrificial victims, he had stumbled on a small cloister and extending Auspex had discovered it full of innocent woman the oldest just entering her thirties, the youngest just seeking to take vows at sixteen. Moving to the entrance and extending his dominance he swiftly claimed them and led them away leaving the buildings to burn. He chuckled again at the memory of the mother superiors own hand, tossing a flaming torch into the thatching of the roof, and seeing the flames catch.

Entering the vile smelling caves, he commanded that they disrobe each other, then moved amongst them inspecting them for flaws, and was ecstatic to discover that all were slender, and of perfect unblemished body. He selected half of the now nude creatures and chained them picking the youngest and most fervent in her belief to decorate the ancient slab where she would meet her demise. Those chained he released from the control of his mind, watching as the horror of their situation enveloped them, then those still under the control of his mind were directed to perform acts considered abominable upon their unwilling bodies, the mother superior being amongst the dominated group. Lustful expressions appeared on the faces of the woman performing before him as he laughed at the prayers and entreaties of those chained. He turned in time to see one action prove that a chained woman was not as pure as her white habit had suggested, the one seducing her having shown in a provable way that innocence was long lost, and stepping to her with one blow from the claws that had extended from his fingertips tore open the impure ones throat to the seething screams of the others. She was unworthy to grace the table of Ankhnesmerira and that was unsatisfactory.

Images growing in his mind of the revels of the Temple of Set, as the others continued there unholy worship of the chained ones bodies, the mother superior causing the youngest to alternatively scream, pray and moan at the delights being forced upon her. He then gave the unchained woman daggers, wrought to razor sharpness and instructed them to do as they would except they must not kill the others until he commanded, and they must refrain from the taking of the gift of maiden from these girls. He leaned against a wall watching as these holy woman took to slicing at their colleagues with gusto, and laughed aloud at seeing the mutilation of such innocent beauty as carried out. He removed his clothes in preparation for the bloodfest to follow, then moving to where the Mother superior was betraying everything the youngest girl believed in, handed her a blunt ended piece of wood, instructing her to take the final insult on the girls bleeding body, then running his fingers through the rich red blood oozing from the girls chest and stomach, as she arched her back and screamed with the brutality of her former spiritual leaders attentions, he drove a dagger into her chest ripping it open to expose her sweet innocent heart still beating then ripping it free as he released his minds control from the mothers mind, pushing the heart against her face, seeing the realisation and guilt in her eyes, as the heart burst into flames and he spoke his beloved Goddesses name ?Ankhnesmerira? allowing all the underseen resonances of her truest name to reverberate in all their glory, echoing and with the knowledge that wherever she was, she would feel this gift coming to her.

As the heart burnt, he grabbed the hair of the mother, drawing her to him to rip out her throat with his elongated fangs, the spray of blood satisfying in her last minutes of terror. The others who were not under dominance were wonderful in the sounds issuing from their throats as this action of death occurred, their terror and misery feeding him as much as the vitae flowing within. But it wasn?t over yet, before he was done another twenty woman would die in AtraLamia?s worship. His next command to those performing his wishes was to slice and eat the most tender anatomy and at this he extended his dominance back into the minds of those held captive, so that they would not faint or die, but be fully aware of the horror being enacted, feel every tiny wound, and scream as much as they liked. Those minions seemed to take to the task at hand with glee and except for one slnder creature of perfect body and amazing eyes all the chained were screaming with gusto in minutes. He moved to stand before this angel of purity listening as she prayed to some non existent god for death, then making a decision leaned forward and embraced her, whispering after drinking of her innocent blood and allowing some of his essential evil to flow back into her, ?your innocence has failed you as has your god, now you shall not die, but instead I shall give you to one who truly understands darkness as a pet for her to do as she will, and death will not claim you for now you shall be undead?. Now he laughed richly as the true horror of what he said sunk in and she screamed. He then turned and with a single blow smashed the head of the woman who had been unable to make her scream, ?You failed bitch? watching with disinterest as her body fell lifeless to the floor.

?Party time ladies? he called gesturing so that those acting on his behalf would step close, bringing their nakedness against him, then as they did so the release of dominance and a rapid turning to tear open all their throats allowing the life?s blood to spray over him from all directions, gyrating in ancient dance as their essence washed him chanting ?Ankhnesmerira, Ankhnesmerira? repeatedly as one by one they collapsed and died. Steam rising from their wounds and blood in the chill of the dungeon, moans of terror and pain coming from the women still bound, their throats to raw from the previous screaming to make more then soft sounds, then dancing and continuing to chant the wondrous name he moved among these innocents ripping their hearts out with tooth and claw, laughing insanely as each heart would burst into flame the offering made, the pain, the terror, their very lives making this a sacrifice of incredible potence, a sacrifice worthy of the beloved one whom for so many years he had sought, a sacrifice of worthiness unlike that which had originally brought him low. The blood flowing to the pool and he moved to stand in the centre of this, placing a cut across his own palm allowing some of his own precious vitae to drip down into the pool before the horrified eyes of the woman whom he had embraced, ?One day you to shall relish this? he muttered when she tried to turn her face away from watching then as his own blood touched the surface of the pool, he began to wildly gyrate in dance, faster and faster, chanting the beloveds name, energies rising as he did so the screams of the souls bound within the blood bath screaming in torment as he danced.

Finally stopping he moved to where the final unliving one remained and unchained her, seeing the change already commencing from his embrace as she tried to lick blood from his body. He pushed her away then moved to a bucket of water and washed himself down then dressed. ?I shall return for you when the change is finished, so that you may begin to learn what horror truly is? then moved to exit, barring the cave behind him, and listening to one final drawn out scream as he did so. Twenty two innocents and one harlot in innocent clothing, dead as a gift to Ankhnesmerira. Kain was having fun of the like not seen since he was worshipped as Set.

[Kain]

Kain had decided it was time to explore the vampires whom he knew lived directly above the cave in which he practised the darkest of arts. Raising dominance and auspex to high levels so none would be able to trace more then a hard and glossy shell, no direction able to be  pin pointed by his kin he reached upwards into the world at large. Subtle touches and he found what he was seeking, brothers in silent sombulance, lost in their own thoughts and dreams. It took little effort to allow himself to enter their minds and offer disturbance tother comfort, and the results were pleasing in his little game.

One brother awakening, in abject confusion, unsure of the realities of what he felt, the other awakening in ravenous hunger, driven to kill swiftly and violently. A moment of amusement as the mind of one raised auspex attempting to seek him, then driving forcefully against the probe, making sure the being knew that this was something beyond what he considered normal. The taking this to the level of insult, speaking the word ?Soooooon? to the others mind, and laughing. The results were most appreciated as the blood lusting rage developed, unquelled by reason and Kain found his new play toys most pleasing.

He knew full well the amount of blood along with the bound souls would be beguiling there hungers, raising the desire to feed, for now the smell of living blood would permeate the area above always present and unassuageable. But they would not find this place as it was for the Mistress?s presence, not these petty self preserving things. Still he mused as he finished his game with more laughter in the direction of the one named Lucien, there would come a time, when even the hunters may discover themselves the hunted.

[Kain]

Now he would move, walk among these pathetic remnants of a one proud name, explore there house and minds, toy with them as a cat toys with a mouse before tearing its guts out to feed, Kain was ready and his creation, the soul bound pool of living vitae was now self sustaining in fact it seemed to be growing, exploring new forms and potencies within itself. Only moments before he saw a man like form, almost a golem rise from its surface and attempt to make its way forward, but as yet the will was not strong enough. But it would be he felt assured, oh it would be.

Dressing himself carefully for he desired to enter with all the arrogance and potence of one deserving respect and able to destroy these pathetic ones with less effort then breathing, he chose his outfit. The trademark black leather pants, so tight as to reveal every outline of what was underneath, and he was not lacking in this area, a leather vest revealing slender muscled chest, bereft of hair and with perfect skin, a heavy gold chain with a pentagram hanging from its end, and heavy rings, bearing demons faces and names inscribed on their surface. His hair would be loose, long lustrous and ebony gleaming in what light was available, and the boots so carefully made form the skin of babies, soft, black and polished.

Dipping his finger in the blood pool, he traced an elaborate sigil in the air as he stood in the only doorway facing the cave in which it lay, driving his will and mouthing words in a language so long dead it was doubtful that any except himself and perhaps AtraLamia would have any knowledge of its existence then a flicker of will, a flash of fire in his eyes, and with a flourish a word of warning appearing sealing the room to any except himself and his beloved. Still if something did find its way in, the blood pool was developing a nice level of hunger, and would try and feed for unless in his or Atra?s presence, any who entered were now food.

Exiting the caves he emerged into the moonlight, studying the fortress before him. He having touched the brothers minds knew where he was now, the legendary home of Vlad. Now there was kindred whom knew how to play the game, to dance deaths exquisite dance reviling all of innocence except as fodder. But, he sighed, so far from the glory of their father had these two fallen, so tiny compared to the giant whom gave them life, so insignificant and pathetic in their illusions of anything.

Well maybe this would change, for Kain was here to tweak their collective noses, to poke them and prod them and discover if there were any balls remaining or whether simply dried husks. He had already sensed abominations, things not correct in this place and both his curiousity and anger were raised.

He silently moved around the building finding an entry, exerting dominance and auspex to hide himself as he moved into this keep. He already knew the basic layout, but still he remained cautious for it was his desire to seek the elder brother and put him in his place swiftly, for Kain was quietly furious at this entire charade. Speed and strength enhanced, moving with the silence of the night he wandered the crumbling halls until he found what he desired, the door was open and without ado, he through back his head, straightened himself to his full height, allowed the pure essence of his maleness to exude from every pore and entered. Walking straight up to where Mercia was sitting.

?So Child,  revelling in your pathetic decadence sitting here as the walls crumble about you, hiding from a fate which has already happened, it is time for change, and change stands before you. What say you, join or die, this is your option pathetic creature for I am Kain, and if you fear nothing else, it would be wise for you to fear me and mine?

((Continued in within the fortress))

[Mallebron]

A thousand years...

A thousand years since his king had told him he was needed outside, to leave the lands lost in time and enter the worlds outside. Time moved so differently outside. He had seen so much, lived through such astounding times, yet when he went to return, he found the way between the realms blocked. He could not go home, and was left alone, cut off from all that mattered. A non entity in a place that to him was hell.

Ever since he had been searching, searching for a way to breach the wall that blocked his path. A name kept popping up like the whisper of temptation, a name he had heard before, a name he had known of one a long time in the past. A name of fear and chaotic beauty, a name that was believed to be the death of all things, but Mallebron would risk himself in order to simply go home. The name was Atra'Lamia, a queen, a ruler, a warrior, but to Mallebron these were the least of his concerns, for she was in dark corners acknowledged as a goddess and that was whom he sought. Only a god or goddess could open the way for his return, and perhaps the fact that once he had stood on her side in conflict would perhaps grant his passage.

Through wood and vale, into the hidden places where the reek of blood echoed along with the screams of slaughter, beneath the earth into the dark and twisted places, across worlds blasted by savage passion he sought. A rumour here, a whispered tale there, the ancient fae travelled trying to unravel the legend from the reality. Such an illusive being, a willow the wisp in a universe where legends proclaimed themselves deities without rhyme or reason and shouted their names for all to hear. Yet Atra'Lamia remained silent, seemingly without ego, the wherewithall being that perhaps she held more power then any of these children of imaginations degradation.

Lost in a forest, somewhere within the confines of hell. Pursued by demonic spawn, flesh torn for the fae were a sweet morsel to the ravening wilds, yet he continued. Entering a cave, stumbling, falling his faith that she could help him reaching across the breadth and length of aeons. Unconsciousness sweeping over him as his head hit rock. From without a keening, a wind of torment rising and shrieking in perversity. Crossing worlds from a place created in her honour, sensing his faith, sensing that he had now reached the point of doing anything to get home to his own kind. A mist enveloping his body, grey, cold mist sweeping over his form then fading, his body no longer there.

A throbbing pain, head moving and realising he had been unconscious. Eyes opening and the realisation he was no longer where he had entered, the smell of blood strong and potent, rich and vibrating with energies. Sitting up to fast, body trembling as a shudder went through him and a hand raising to his head. Groaning as he looked around and the fact that he obviously sat in a place of sacrifice hitting him and snapping his attention from the moment of weakness.  

Rising to his feet, slitted eyes blinking as he took in the blood-stained chamber, then gaze turning to what lay in the centre. A pool of blood unlike anything he had seen before. It was a living breathing entity, pulsing with life and power, filled with torment and pain of the sacrifice. Sentient in itself, and a created being of some strength, Mallebron could almost hear it asking for food, calling for sacrifice and saying the very name of she he sought out. Head cocking to one side, penny dropping into place it suddenly became clear, this had been created to worship her, it was a temple to the Goddess Atra’Lamia.

A chilling smirk imbibing itself across his lips, as he turned away saying “I shall be back and I shall bring something as a gift” before he would move to leave the cave in which this lay. Now to explore and find a sacrifice, a mortal willing or otherwise to devote to this goddess. Mallebron knew the game and doubted greatly that this would be all that was required, but as the right hand of Oberon and Titania, he was a consummate politician, and as his lord and master had given him freedoms undreamed of he was confident he had something to offer hidden away.

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[Kain]

Time had passed since he stepped through the worlds seeking to bring Her Name to the lips of so many, that worlds would discover her worship, that blood would be spilled in methodical and ravaging slaughter. He had found one realm where his childer had flourished and without a thought led an army of mortals in a wild spree of desecration again in her name. Then he led them into a valley, letting them believe that the caves they entered where the ancestral home of the nights foul creatures and then when the last staggering member of that vast troop had entered causing a rockfall that buried the entire legion alive, beneath the harsh power of millions of tonnes of rock. Seven days, seven days he had sat gleefully listening to the few survivors begging and pleading for their lives, before simply turning his back and walking away.

A nunnery, breached, the pathway given to slavers to take the young innocent novitiates. The only condition that before the following dawn their virtues must be stripped in the most brutal of fashions. He even paid the gold demanded by the slavers for the loss of value, the loss of innocence. The screams, the begging and pleading so satisfying as he sat and chanted the unholiest of mantras. None were missed in his quest for blood, pain and abject misery, none too high and none too low. Land upon land he danced her malignancies, horror following his every step as places of peace and contemplation discovered death and terror. Blood flowed freely over sacred shrines, rotting corpses left where they fell for none dared touch in case the plagues or curses fell on them. Touch or not they would.

Religeous men torn from there temples, as they preached false salvation, rich men brought to nothing except begging for their paltry lives, babies heads smashed against cold stone floors within minutes of birth, in front of the eyes of there screaming mothers. No defilement beneath his notice, even going so far as to poison broth and give it to beggars. Yet Kain was troubled, something called him back to the underground cavern he had made her temple, a nagging doubt, unanswered that he had to lay to rest.

Weeks of travel till finally he returned to the mountains where the pool of living ichor throbbed and pulsated in its own hideous version of lifes enchantment, entering the vast cavern, his first thought was that someone had been here in his absence and it wasn't the mistress. A male presence, inhuman in its feel had somehow been transported into this dwelling of unholy potence. Who or what he knew not, but he did find traces of the direction the male had wandered. Looking at the blood pool for a moment as if to reassure himself that it remained bound to her alone, he turned and moved quickly from the caverns embrace. Now he would seek to find whomever dared to defile by their presence, Her sacred place. Kain would know their purpose, he would know whom and what they were and unless convinced, the intruder may well discover themselves the pits next victim.