章節 3: From Darkness To Light
"Malachi, what do you have to say about this?" asked a voice, condescendingly.
"Father, I am the same Dark Dweller... "
"Malachi, you will refer to the Judge as Emperor Van Locke, " said the Bailiff scornfully.
"My apologies, Emperor Van Locke, I am the same Dark Dweller, give me a chance to prove it. I will feed and kill to gain my strength. I am still of this family." pleaded Malachi.
"Your curse does not make you a scion of this Emperor. If you stay here in this coven, this Emperor will rip off your head and feed on your blood during the day, you have got the stench of a mortal, " growled Emperor Van Locke with a dark voice.
Malachi held the title of the first born son of the Emperor; well at least he did until now. He had no idea that one day he would be sitting there, having to prove who he was. The Great Malachi, a ssavage, he was known in many worlds for being sadistic yet his own kind was doubting his legend.
"I am still Malachi... " He begged.
"That you may be but you are not this Emperor's son, you are a disgrace. Blood cultivation does not run through your veins anymore, it has been replaced by the seal of thorn." howled Emperor Van Locke. " Bailiff escort him out of this Palace, this reprobate has no place in this Emperor's house. Even human slave scum will make a better sight to look at than that filth."
Malachi in disbelief looked at his coven, his brother and sister were looking down, ashamed at the horror that had unfolded in their empire. Malachi's eyes were drawn to his mother who was full of sorrow staring right at her son who was once a king now a mere mortal, damned by a curse that made him human by day and vampire by night.
"You are to be cast out until you find a cure and prove yourself worthy. " said Emperor Van Locke with a look of disgust on his face.
...
In a distant region the Salam clan are celebrating their Bonfire Helios festival. Families gathered together to give thanks to Helios. Helios who was the brightest star in the sky is their source of life.
"Darkness looks at you in the eyes before it indulges you. Charms you into not screaming. Your fear causes your pulse to race. Evil has a smile on its face. Darkness is always watching you. Your soul is as luminous as a burning inferno. Your blood is it's only desire. Red, warm glorious fire. So run and hide. Do what you must do before Darkness comes and catches you."
People were dancing around in a state of ecstasy, whilst some of the children were telling stories and running around.
After the rituals that were performed by the elders, two youths; a short cute girl with curly, bouncy hair and a tall broad shouldered boy were standing aside talking to each other.
"I thought this Bonfire Helios festival was meant to celebrate us, not praise the dark dwellers... Mike, last night I had the same vision again. "
"Which one? The one of the Dark Dweller walking in the sun? "
"Yeah, and it always ends with his blood in my hands and he's frantically pulling off a thorny vine that is spread throughout his blood vessels."
"Mel I know you don't want to hear this but I think you should tell the Shaman. You have had us going to that tavern every day for a month now and we've seen nothing. You need a different interpretation and the Shaman is the only human cultivator that can help us."
"No Mike, we have to keep going to Johan town. I will keep going with or without you. "
"You're just as stubborn as mom, I promised her that I'd always be by your side protecting you. Fine we'll go tomorrow at sunrise Mel. But promise me you'll tell the Shaman. "
'Yes Mike I promise"
As Mike was brooding his sister's conundrum with his hands crossed together on his wide chest, Mel's subtle eyes were stuck to the flames;
Bright embers reflecting of her pupils, just like her dreams, her future was shrouded in mystery.
...
Constrained into an unfamiliar environment, Malachi felt confused with all his human aspects coming to life, he was hungry, thirsty and full of perplexing emotions.
After wandering around aimlessly for many hours, he arrived at a tavern in Johan town, a town just outside the city of the night. His home, or rather it was. After facing what he felt was a betrayal Malachi was an empty shell of the man he was, and he had no qualms about acting like one.
Malachi had nowhere to go and didn't know what to do, so he simply followed his instincts, or what was left of them in his current condition.
Malachi gazed upon the humans and sat by the bar oblivious and iindifferent about his surroundings all that existed in his heart was emptiness, while his mind was plagued by a void, but it was a unique kind of void, one he was unfamiliar with due to his new constitution. It was hunger.
"Can I get you something to drink? '' asked a young woman as she chewed her gum with one hand on her hip and the other playing with her ponytail.
"Uh well yes, I am parched" said Malachi uninterested focusing solely on his own despairing thoughts. He was willing to do anything to get his mind of what had occurred.
This cannot be happening to me, banished from my own coven. Cursed to live a life of a mortal, I am a fallen angel, Fallen from grace, forced to enter a life of living when I was once the first born son of the dead.
The bar woman stood at the bar looking at Malachi with a brow raised, there was an awkward silence. Suddenly annoyed, Malachi said "are you going to just stare at me or get me something to drink?"
"Umm sir, you to actually have to make an order from the bar in front here" said that bar woman pointing at the all beverages in front of them.
"What will I enjoy?"
"I don't know, pick something and I'll tell you if it's good or not, you can have bourbon, OJ , beer, we have it all. "
He looked at the brown substance, then saw orange, and green and was perplexed. He cocked his head to the side then decided on the colourless one
"What is that? " he pointed cautiously, Malachi could feel his body getting weak and was wondering what was causing it but he was not about to show anyone that he was feeling weak. Though his body might have been weak his pride was as strong as ever, in fact the weaker his body got, the more his pride grew. It was this pride that was keeping him going, and it was this pride that was the core of his being. Even if glass is shattered, it is still glass.
"Bottled water?" Replied the bar woman eying Malachi.
"What does it taste like?" he asked, looking at bar woman
"You're not funny, I'm not having this today, take your prank somewhere else." complained the bar woman as she walked away.
"Aye, what's going, you don't walk away from a customer." said the manager as he caught her walking away.
"I've been pulling 14 hour shifts, I'm too tired for an idiot to be playing with me, asking me what water tastes like." said the bar woman as she chewed her gum.
"It's okay, I'll handle this." said the manager in a cool manner. As he heard what his employee had said, a light flashed in his eyes, and his calm temperament changed. Malachi knew this type of feeling all too well. This was killing intent.
"I suggest you get the hell out of my tavern you night creeper." howled the manager
Malachi looked at the manager with a look of disdain.
Night creeper? Wait till I sink my teeth into you and turn you into a puppet and make you feed on your family, you inbred.
Malachi's thoughts were filled with hostility as he gazed at the manager. He used to treat such people like ants, yet now one had the nerve to call him a night creeper.
Everyone looked at the manager as he was gritting his teeth at Malachi, anger pouring from his veins, he continued and howled, "Your kind promised not to come around here or else I'll cripple you and pull your dead heart out of your chest."
At the corner of the tavern, Mel and Mike where sitting on a round table, whilst they were having their drinks Mel almost spat out her drink in shock.
She almost fell off her chair as her eyes widened, "This sensation… I can feel it, it's coming from him!"
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