Sanvala made his way to the commander’s large room. He had to sponge some information from him before he would make his next move with Lethean. Sanvala was indeed, a dark complexioned one as his name says. He had a motive all his own and was determined to carry it out. When he arrived in the commander’s room, he noticed he wasn’t there sitting comfortably in his tall noble-classed chair. He frantically looked about the room. Then he noticed something on the chair’s seat. He hurried to the object with a look of discontent on his face. He found it to be a letter that was recently written. Unfolding it with negligence, Sanvala read the message. After a few moments, he furiously crumpled the paper into a ball- instantly disintegrating it in the palm of his hand. He turned to the entrance of the room. “So you think you can get away, huh… I know you’re the one behind it all. You will repent for the Lord’s death… I swear on my life.” Sanvala stormed off into the innumerable hallways of the castle after his prey with deadly intent.
His hand was vigorously trembling with fear as he fled deeper into the mansion. The tall man made his escape through various doors and crevices. He opened random passages and hidden channels that all led to the underground level of the manor. On top of this, the hall were constantly changing. New paths were always opening and closing. The fact that this man lived for many decades in this house was not something that would shatter his goal of running away in any manner. But the fact that Sanvala was one of many others who helped build the manor in the first place posed a massive problem. He smashed through another doorway and to his surprise, he viewed the last person he wanted to see. “Hello there.”, Sanvala said with a twisted smile. “You thought you would escape? How naïve.” Sanvala’s smile was brief; soon changing to a threatening glare.
The tall man was stunned in his tracks unable to move if not quiver. “L-Leave me be you f-fiend. You shall not harm me. Am I not a fellow guardian of the great Lord Jahnnum? It is against the code to kill brethren!” Sanvala’s hate increased tenfold as he approached the man pointing his finger in his face, “You will pay for his death. You caused it and you knew you were going to cause it. You think you can get away with murderer?!”
The tall man replaced his fear with anger for a moment. “You still don’t get it do you!! It was not my fault. I had no choice! My life was on the li-” Sanvala erupted in ferocious anger, “AND HIS WASN’T?!!” Rushing the man into the wall by his neck almost crushing his throat to the point where the man could not talk his way out of his inevitable death, Sanvala continued. “Your life in this realm is over…” With his free hand, Sanvala morphed a massive stake into his hand and rampaged it into the chest of his foe. There the tall man hung. Blood crawled to the floor slowly as the life slipped away from it’s vessel. Sanvala’s hatred was dimmed. But he wasn’t finished yet. He decided to clean up the mess by summoning the creatures of the night to finish off the suckhead before him. As the various creatures made their way to the carcass, Sanvala made his way to where Lethean was to retrieve him from the false trial he was taking part in.
Lethean and the other two warriors hadn’t ceased one bit. They were very keen on obliterating one another in a single strike which was highly possible at the speeds they were moving. Fortunately, Lethean caught the swordsman in a vulnerable spot and struck him in the waist. The skilled swordsman burst into dust as if he weren’t of this plane. A one-on-one battle between the man left over was to much for him to handle and thus, he quickly met the same demise. Lethean twirled the weapon about himself in a fancy manner and came to a halt.
Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind. He reacted instantly with hostility- slamming his rod into the side of whomever was there. Lethean’s eyes of burning red faded as he realized that his weapon was shamefully stopped by Sanvala’s hand. A sigh of relief came from Lethean as Sanvala spoke. “We must leave now, young Lethean. You must hone your vampire skills in a different location under my supervision alone.” Lethean was curious to what just happened. Sanvala continued by opening a portal nearby to a whole new realm.
“Your father’s slayer is now dead. I have seen to it myself…” Lethean scorned the strange man. “So you beat me to it and without remorse for me?” “Like you needed it. Your father’s doer was none other than his 3rd guardian. The huge man you saw earlier. The one who tried to dispose of you with these ‘trials’. He wanted to get rid of you before you regained the throne as the Lord of the Vampires once again. I realized that you will inevitably become the King and made the choice to guide you there. I was one of your father’s requests anyway.” Sanvala smiled as he finished that last sentence.
Lethean’s yellow eyes glared into Snavala’s. “…you say this was all just some failed attempt to kill me? What foolishness has befallen the vampires. They are greedy and corrupt…. A pity really… I have no intention of becoming a ruler of this race, though. I will confirm that now. Whoever wishes to claim it can have it. All I yearn for now is strength. My hatred towards my father’s killer will be directed towards you, Sanvala. I have great respect for you but that doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t want to kill you for not telling me this crap ahead of time.” =_= Sanvala’s face was just as blank as ever. But he was satisfied with his decision. He spent the next few decades learning the growing apprentice many techniques and strategies for survival. In the end, Lethean reeked havoc on humans as a means to rid himself of his anger. This period in time was known as Dracula’s Return to the humans. As for the vampire kind, they deemed it the dawn of a new era. (YAY FOR DEAD CARCASS!!)
--End of Chapter V--
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