Valar - Vampire

Beolgo - Children of the Moon (Werewolves)

Thirsting

Are there limits beyond the stars? Where are the celestial bodies of light that watch over us? Why must we, I and my brethren that is, cry ourselves through the night?

There is so much death, so much memory, and so much nothingness. After the span of endless decays of the millennia there is but one thing left; blood. Such a pleasure and such excitement the smell of fear provides. The faces of terror that are imprinted in my eternal lasting mind do not horrify me but rather excite me.

Yet why? Why must the faces of the innocent souls, the thousands I have slaughtered excite me to murder even more of them. I do not wish this. I do not want these evil emotions. I HATE THEM. I hate myself for feeling what I feel.

THUMP THUMP… THUMP THUMP…

My cold immortal heart… it beats… I feel it grinding and wanting to break free. The dark lightning that belongs to him…

Courage… Wisdom… Fearlessness… You three that have guided me throughout the path and have shown me the light, I beg you, please set me free of this. He cannot break loose. He can never get out. The sacrifices that we made.. so long ago… It cannot be in vain.

My memories… they are all that bind me to this life. They are the only straps that hold me to this realm. It is they that remind me of the past and that all that has happened long ago was indeed very real. They are like daggers stabbing into my chest. They always remind me… always swarm around and show their hideous faces to me.

Why oh why did it have to be us? Why did we have to take such evil within us? There were so many others… But is it right to wish such a doom upon them? If not us then them; it is what Celest always whispers. She is right.

Still thirsty… Always thirsty… There should be no reason for this diabolical desire…

The bloodlust… it dwindles away over the course of millenniums, yes. I have not truly been thirsty for two thousand years. It is as if our venom after so many years of consuming the elixir of life becomes… pure. It has no need for blood anymore.

But the taste, it refreshes, and clarifies. It is the only pleasure left to me. The only… pleasure…

There is no woman by my side. There is no true companion for this old dead thing… It is… difficult to bind yourself to someone when you know that once upon a day their minds will become enlightened and they will rise to a plane of white shores, the paradise that rests beyond the stars.

I lied. Once I felt a great pleasure, oh yes. So many eons ago it was I who had slain the most powerful and ancient of all the Beolgo. His fur was white as snow, and his eyes yellow and so bitter. It was Fenrir.

What a pleasure it was to see him so helpless and surprised by my awesome power. We the Valar have always been superior to them. By killing him I showed great benevolence to this world. If I had not, all would be filthy abominations by now…

I remember as if though it was yesterday. The warmth of his black blood flowing through my fingers was mind numbing. The glory I felt when I pierced his chest and twisted his heart until finally he fell was a like a narcotic. It provides much more enjoyment to turn their insides to dust rather than to shred them into millions of pieces… always..

This achievement turned me into a Valar of legend. Yet, what good is a legend when it cannot be known by anyone? Another sacrifice we had to commit. Even more so than our immortal brothers and sisters, we must cling to the shadows even tighter. The shadows in turn always welcome us as death walks with us along the road.

Ha. How ironic that I have found myself back in this forest. It was here that Fenrir fell to me. This forest…

So many souls have already wandered through here. This place was forgotten by mortals and even our own kind millennia ago. They should consider themselves fortunate. This forest should not be known. This forest… the trees… they are murderers. Too much has happened here.

There is a presence within these hollow barks that makes our beings shiver. This forest, so old, older than any of us. It is filled with memory.

Yes, there was a battle here, long ago. A struggle between the Valar, and the Beolgo. There was a war that span over many years and the forest suffered. It cried out its tears for them to stop but they did not. The war lasted for many years on these grounds and in the end… the forest died.

But it was reborn. The aftermath of the war was the key for the forests survival. Yet, it was not what it should have been. The venomous elixirs of the Valar and the Beolgo flooded the earth and invaded its soft soil. They mixed together and settled within the barks of the trees. This forest… is immortal.

This forest… is evil. Its hollow barks are infested with black leaves as venom still flows through their roots and their crowns. The leaves now bear the resemblance of demons from the ancient world. There are great big horns, flared nostrils, diamond eyes, and big long forked tongues. This forest now mocks the living. It is envious, and dirty to its very roots.

Occasionally this evil place will show you visions from long lost pasts. It has seen so many of us Valar. These visions can fool you, trick your thoughts, and even murder you.

There have been so many that wandered through these woods that have never returned. Though this forest should be set ablaze and cast to the fiery chasms where it belongs we, the dead, keep it.

This forest is a testament; it is a… challenge for all those that seek the great path. This forest tabs into the fears of all, and projects these fears and feeds upon their fear. So many have gone mad, and so many have taken their own immortalities to escape this forests horror.

Yet, do not fret for there is a reward beyond the crowns of darkness. One must find the light within and shed themselves of fear to navigate through the forests evil. Once done, the path is begun, and the first step of enlightenment has been reached.

After the forest, just pass through the two trees that look like lions, and then take a right when you reach the stone covered in black blood and travel up the hill. Once up the hill, wait for the sun to rise.

Once Sol shows her mighty face the reward will appear and the knowledge of the ancients will belong to you.

The city destroyed, yes, but the spirit lingers on. It will teach you to ascend to beyond the stars; to the white shores.

The forest of Dalmoriuth; it is its name now.

How I wish I could see what lies beyond the horizons and beyond the shores. I crave that life more than anything else. For us however, this life can never exist. The young dead rise to the heavens above while we old dead linger on so we may see the end of all things.

WE must be strong. We must be beacons of hope and light. We must show the strength and represent the pride of the ancient world and all those that lived in it. We are the reason why this world has not been covered in darkness. It is our sacred duty to stop the chaotic one's return.

Huhh… I sigh as always. I am thirsty. No, I am not thirsty. I am not thirsty for blood but rather the pleasure and clarity that it brings. Every single drop that falls upon my tongue is a tear cried by the holder of the elixir. It excites me, and it kills me.

Why do we go on? What if we were to rise above? Would the evil of earth follow us? Would it reach the realm of whiteness? Surely the evil would be unleashed, untamed, and unchecked it would ravage through the world destroying all in its path.

We can never rise. We can never find salvation and true enlightenment.

We are trapped. We cannot get out.

Is it such a horrendous idea to wish happiness on oneself though? Is the revelation of it such blasphemy? Is it too much to ask for the warmth of a companion? How I would love to sit upon a rock and stare at her face and recall all the memories we share. It is my dream. My dream of finding love, and keeping it; eternally.

But one day I would break her little black heart or she would crack my even colder one. A bond of love is… so…far… out of reach. How can you love when you know that one day it will end and you cannot accompany her? I am weary…

I am… nothing… I am tired… I am… hollow.

I am a broken heart. I am a Valar.

Best return into the jungle, back into the depth of the shadows to protect the sacred place; the place from which so many have risen.

Farwell world. Farewell all of you that live in the light… I envy you… Goodbye.

Beyond the stars horizons wait… through shadows and the cold abyss…

Forsaken in the dark we were… far away… from white shores.

The weeps of willows are our tears… bound forever… in eternal death.

A light to reach in the night… stretched out their hands all eight did. Bound forever… by the blood of man.

Now we travel down the road… and alone we fly with the winds. Eternally… hidden… in the hearts of worlds.

Forever shall we live… forever shall we live…

Never will we fade… never will we fade…

Us the Lords of old.

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Still thirsty…

-Olokun Manumba

ca. 1166 A.D

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