"WHAAAT!?" A voice boomed through a manor in the City of Darkness, shaking the halls and the nerves of the men in the room."I-I- I said y-your eldest son.. I-Is dead my lord... Killed by the human he was tracking." The soldier gave the man his response unwilling to meet his eyes. The lord in question was none other then Lord Ventriel Trost. Head of the Trost family, Tars and Berek's father. Lord Trost glared at the soldier, his ruby red eyes burning with rage.'It can't be! It can't be! No human could have killed my son! It's a lie!' His mind was a hurricane of thoughts trying to deny the truth that was being laid out right in front of him...!!!"There's no way my son died fighting a human.""I-I'm sorry my lord, but it's true t-they fought and t-the human attacked him with some fire magic when Lord Tars let his guard down! A-And-""RAAAAH!!" Ventriel ripped his sword from it's sheath."My lord please I- AAAAGH!! AAAAH!

A silhouette began taking shape as all of the magic particles began forming together. When the particles began to dim standing in front of them was a woman with pale/tan skin with black spots mixed in, her eyes darker than a moonless night, her pupils a lightning blue and black. Upon seeing her form everyone present lowered themselves even more, making their bodies almost hug the ground as though trying to take cover from gunfire shooting over their heads. Their foreheads not just touching the ground, but smashed into it."Great Marte-""No.. It's Alesia now. Did I not say that the last time I appeared before you? Has your memories faded so or are you trying your best to offend me?" She demanded her eyes sweeping over the room as cold as ice."We would never! We still revere the great maker! Others may not recognize or remember your true beauty, but we will never forget!" Almost each vampire present was an elder and had bore witness to Alesia before though it ha

Alesia bid farewell to Markous's court... Well saying she bid them farewell is an extremely polite way of saying she told each and every person there to get fucked while holding up both her middle fingers swinging them around the room for everyone to see nodding her head as she began fading away.'Isn't she supposed to be a goddess? Who does that?' Nerissa sighed shaking her head at the rather immature yet appropriate reaction. It's like having an angry employee who got fired under bullshit circumstances stumbling across the stores microphone, or a bullhorn departing with a great big kiss my ass speech.Everyone present had been completely unable to hide their shock at Alesia's declaration of Christopher being Havoc. Even Brock half recoiled hearing this, but was among the first to recover from the revelation."Father knowing who he truly is, do you still intend to carry this out? He's your family and one of the greatest warriors the world has known for thousand

PresentThroughout the years of his long life Ventriel has been allowed to witness many things, different kinds of creatures, different kinds of people, cities and the various ways they lived, different cultures. all kinds of magic both magnificent and horrifying. So let this paint a picture for saying what lay before him was on a completely different level that shook him to the core. "W-What kind of monster could do such a thing." Ventriel mumbled, his lip trembling at the horrors unfolding in front of him. Lining the walls, even the ceiling of the dungeon were the actual guards of the dungeon. Christopher said they were dead, which was to say not entirely accurate, the correct phrasing would be to say they're dying. Slowly.... Horribly slowly. A massive magic circle was etched throughout the dungeon, sprawling from the ground, to the walls, to the ceiling, both the hall he was standing in and several cells. The circle was glowing red in the center and it pulsed

The city no longer seem to be one of order and laws, nor the down trodden in was pure chaos... A good kind of Chaos though. Despite the deaths of Tars and many other vampire nobles and what was considered the still missing dark elves, the nobles of The City of Darkness were doing a magnificent job of turning Christopher's execution into a full blown festival. Children were running rampant cheering waving streamers, acting out the different executions they've witnessed in the past or ones they dream of seeing play out. The streets were lined with food stalls, miniature makeshift pubs were set up with men standing behind tables awaiting customers to step forward and place their orders kegs lined up behind him, small fold out tables and chairs placed in front of his shop. You were forced to wonder if the city had executions so frequently or if there were crafty merchants as there were even people who were selling toy swords, axes and even a miniature play wooden stocks to lock their fr