In the world of Dianium, a legend is being survived by those bearing the anathema given by their gods.
Legend has it that out of her thirst for power, the goddess of blood, Karmi, granted her loyal worshippers the gift of the dark arts: whoever wields it will rule over another.As they grew in number, the wolf-god of flesh, Rolfus, realize it was catastrophic for humankind. He gave his followers supernatural strength to fight off Karmi’s worshippers.This was Rolfus’ charge, but as time passes the evil nature of men defeat their purest desires. His followers began to abuse their power, using it for selfish gains.With the chaos in the world, Dianos, the moon titan, awakened from his slumber of a thousand suns.He became furious at the fold of events, thus he subjected both to a curse to overpower them by the witborns, humans untainted with their gifts. Rolfus and Karmi’s worshippers received the same curse of being subject to untainted humans, though their supernatural gifts remained in their blood.So exist the bloodline of werewolves; known as fellhounds, the bloodline of vampires; termed as bloodhunts, and the untainted humans; called the witborns, with the witborns overpowering both of them with hydropneumatic technology.Today, the daily dealings in Dianium is deem peaceful and in order compared to things pass. Unsaid hostility towards each other still run in their veins, so each bloodline is kept to their regions. There are but few open cities in the world of Dianium, as it serves all bloodlines trade and commerce.Fellhounds are of brawny type, bearing a rugged and boxy physique. Their canine teeth are wider and sharper than their human ancestor. They are mostly hairy, but they have the most beautiful eyes of royal blue or light hazel.They are physically strong: one can carry a baby elephant without breaking a sweat. Their favorite pastime is athletics. When wounded or tired, they regenerate at a faster rate than witborns. Fellhounds are loyal to their word and caring in nature.Bloodhunts are of scrawny type, their kind being tall and pale in complexion. This is because they like to live in dark places and avoid sunlight, as they will burn literally if exposed to the sun. They would still survive, but it will be harder for them to regenerate. They have dark eyes that can pierce a soul.Each set of canines of the bloodhunts looks sharper and pointier, so as the top tip of their ears, but they look sophisticatingly beautiful. They excel in the magic, arts, and music, which they use in defense against witborns and fellhounds. They are a mysterious lot.As the witborns build cities and towers on flat ground, the fellhounds decided to live in the mountains. While the bloodhunts retreated to dark and gloomy underground caves.The witborns have overpopulated Dianium, compared to the fellhounds and the bloodhunts. They advance in knowledge and new technology, compiling codexes and conducting studies to maintain their defenses against the other races.Dianos, the moon titan, gave the witborns the gift of air and water power technology. With this knowledge and means, they have constructed what is called the Tink Tank.A Tink Tank is a steam-powered full armor that is worn and controlled mechanically by the wearer. It is a battle suit with enlarged limbs to raise up the strength of the witborn wearer.It is also installed with glass panels at the front for guarded viewing and to hinder the mind control skills of vampires. This powerful suit is the first line of defense from the fellhounds and the bloodhunts.Meanwhile, the bloodhunts have an arsenal of their own, but of the unconventional kind. They do not opt for selective breeding, but want to maintain their gifts through perpetuity.They naturally developed in their blood the means to make themselves immortal: by drinking blood of other creatures. So far, the best quality comes from untainted humans, though it is hard to come by. They abhor drinking the blood of the fellhounds; the taste seems repulsive to them.Selective breeding is the key to maintain the gifts of the werewolf race. Because of this, they are quite strict within their tribe, else it would weaken the supernatural gifts within their flesh. To keep their strength as they age, they eat untainted humans sold off through the black market.This is where Juste’s abhorrence lies. They are required to eat a human witborn on their 18th birthday. He just couldn’t take the thought of eating a live creature that looks, moves and speaks like him.The human branch had already split into three species, but deep down, instinctively, Juste would have not of it. Juste thinks he’s just a cursed human being, and he needs to reverse this curse in their bloodline starting from him.The tradition of eating human flesh has become less effective for the fellhounds, so the consumption of witborns must be at a more frequent rate. This was why Chastine had been experimented on, with tiny lumps of her innards biopsied and collected.She was a virgin. So instead of being discarded and slaughtered in the dishonorable way, she was to be offered in a ritual as the coming of age to their princely Juste. She was specially purchased by the wolf king for this purpose.But the predator and prey had one thing in mind: they both want to get out of their eventual situation. Juste couldn’t take eating Chastine so he wants to defect from their clan, while Chastine wants to break free and live as free human. They both want to escape that which imprisons them.“So, is that a yes I just heard?” crooned the happily surprised Juste to Chastine.“You want me to take back my decision?” muttered the passively irate Chastine, as she smiled with her eyes automatically squinting.Juste denied his enthusiasm with sarcasm, but underneath his words was an obvious jittery panic, “hah, suit yourself. I’m not the one going to die soon,”Chastine confidently replied, “face it, you need me to achieve your goals. I’m that one in a million chance you’re dying to have.”“Feisty guilt-tripping aren’t we?” Juste was growing irritable at the flow of their conversation.“I’m just stating a matter-of-fact.”“Fine…” Juste threw a thick pin from his coat to Chastine, “…prove your skills right now then let’s resume the talk.”Chastine’s little hands picked the needle on the damp floor. Her nimble fingers tinkered on the keyhole of her chains with the pin Juste gave.“Hurry, Chastine...” Juste was becoming impatient of her bust out. Then as he commented on her sluggishness, the unfastening of her chains became palpable in his ears. Then, there followed the freefall drop of those very chains on the stone floor.“There. See what I mean?” Chastine was massaging her wrist as they were freed from the heavy chains. “Now, the second lock: on the door.”“Are you kidding me?” Chastine’s eyes was wide with unbelief, ”I need a thicker needle for this. I know you have the key.”Juste answered quick, “wrong.”“What?”“Key room’s heavily guarded.”Chastine was disappointed, folding her arms in the process. “So much for your plan of escape.”“If you could break through here, you pass the final test.”“…do you have a thin knife?” She decided to give it a go. After all, it was the option to break out of her prison.Juste reached from his side pocket and handed over his knife pen. “Here, will this do?”Both her brows raised up and she smiled, out of a happy surprise. “Perfect.”Chastine successfully opened the gate to her cell. She swung open the prison door and waited for Juste to come in.But Juste, on the other hand, grabbed her right arm right away. He hurriedly pulled her out of her cell.“What? Wait,
“Ahh… Juste… ahh,” Chastine was feeling the passionate heat from Juste’s thrusts, her body obediently responding by her little paradise getting wetter and hotter. Juste was the same. His lengthy and throbbing meat was getting harder and harder. Trickles of sweat were dripping from his brows as he continued to pound Chastine’s little paradise faster. “Prince Juste, how could you?!” one of the guards was questioning his motives. Juste paused for a little while, glanced at the guard with a smug smirk on his lips and said, “tell father about this. Let him know that I’m fucking my tribute.” He then continued to pound Chastine. The other guard went to the front gate of the tribute room, faced their castle, and howled a sounding alarm. Then the inevitable happened. One by one, the candles from the little tiny window holes in the castle began to light up. Then the howling of that one guard was greeted with few more howlings that came inside the castle. “Prince Juste, open the gate!” the
“Juste, why?” Lord Abirham asked Juste about his disgraceful behavior. He was his only child, so it was very hard for him to get totally angry with him. Juste wanted to tell his king father that he hated his own kind, for eating human flesh out of greed for their supernatural gifts. But his lips couldn’t choose the right words to say. Deep down, he knows he will be insensitive to his own if he badmouths the nature of the fellhounds. So he bowed his head and kept silent. But his father wanted to reason out with him. “Juste, if you wanted the girl, you could have told me. You can have anything you want in this castle.” Lord Abirham had thought Juste merely needed to release his s*xual urges. He added, “There are better female fellhounds for you here. Do you want to run away with this frail witborn?” By this time, Chastine was getting more confused. She had no idea what was really going on. What was Juste’s motive to get out of here? Was she preoccupied of her own escape that she
It was before dawn when it all happened. From Chastine’s break out of prison, to Juste’s shocking plan of escape, light hadn’t come out yet to greet them in full view. The chilly air of nighttime, coupled with ice cold waters, turned Chastine’s body to shiver mad. It had hit her severely because she had been wearing flimsy clothing. Juste might be wholly to blame. He didn’t think carefully enough that witborns have weak constitution compared to them fellhounds. Female fellhounds, a.k.a. werewolves, can withstand such low temperature. And with his clan adapting to mountain weather, they were quite a strong lot against chilly winds and waters. Not Chastine. She’s a normal human being, untainted by supernatural physical or mental gifts. Hers was an intellectual gift, but if she miscalculates, she would succumb to problems similar to what she was dealing with right now.She didn't know they will be swimming in a cold river pass midnight. Juste was taking responsibility for his ow
“That’s my condition. I’ll help you find the cure if you take me to Nhraim safely.”Chastine wanted to get to the open city of Nhraim.Like Juste, she also wanted freedom for her life.Sold off from the bankrupt orphanage at 5, she was enslaved by many masters since.She was taken cared of by them, even letting her learn their occupations.But for her, being an enslaved human in an open city has apparently more perks than that of a slave in other human cities.She can roam around the town without being imprisoned in the four corners of a roomShe can buy the things she wants.She can live an independent life without following others’ command at will.Going to Nhraim was somewhat her ticket to her lifelong dream.“Why Nhraim?” Juste grew inquisitive of her goal.“I’ve read it in books. Nhraim is the ideal place for those who want freedom.” Her eyes glimmered as she describes to Juste how awesome the open city is, to her opinion. “You can also live there if you want.”But Juste was dism
Night had come, and everything looked normal in the village. The sights and sounds of night life had added up to the already lively atmosphere of the inn's ground floor. There were toasts of ale, giggles, and intimate chatter down that inn. Travelers must have come from all corners of Dianium to that place of respite, exchanging tales of their adventure and knowledge. Though this was the case, Chastine, who was still fast asleep, looked as if she had been uncomfy in her sleep. It was not her cramped position nor the noise down their room. Something else had disturbed her restful slumber. Chastine was having a nightmare. She dreamt of being submerged in water, as if she was drowning without a chance to swim up to the surface for air. In her nightmare, something was pulling her down that was stopping her to breathe in ease. Moments later, just as when she felt she was running out of air, Chastine’s mind had become aware that she was in a dream state. She regained consciousness,
“W-why are they attacking me?” she asked Juste what was going on.“Didn’t you forget?” Juste was catching his breath. “Don’t put your guard down.”“H-have t-they found out?” Chastine was fumbling with words.“Yes, ah!” Juste let out a sharp cry as he pulled out a dart from his right thigh. He was hit before he even came for Chastine.“Juste!” Chastine was frightened for his life.“I’ll be fine. Poison don’t really work well against me.” Vigilantly panting, he continued, “they must’ve sensed the shadowcasting presence from before.”“H-how?”“Beats me. You should know co'z you’re a witborn, ah!” Juste winced from his other wound, a small shrapnel embedded in his left shoulder blade. He removed it, shaking and with effort.Shadowcasting is a taboo art developed by the fellhounds. It’s akin to the dark arts that bloodhunts are capable of.Chastine couldn’t figure out why they have sensed fellhound taboo arts. Someone must’ve been gifted in that village sensitive enough to sense such skill
The amused bloodhunt was staring at her. He then blurted out a laugh, “ahahahahaha! What did you just say? Free me from human thralldom?” The bloodhunt’s expression was wide with interest. Chastine, although scared, held her ground to speak clearly to the captive bloodhunt. “Yes. I can see that you are a prisoner too in this town. I can set you free, but you have to help me and my friend escape this hellhole.” “Haha, you don’t know what you’re saying young lady. If you release me now then I might bleed you dry right after my release.” “And who says I will unchain you before I make a deal with you, hmm?” She let out a confident sneer and her brows met at the middle. The bloodhunt contemplated for awhile what Chastine just said. He then revealed his current predicament to her, “I got cursed before I even came here. If you set me free from that curse, I might help you and your friend escape this town.” She got curious about the bloodhunt’s long-time problem. “What’s the curse?” “