Vampiric

Sun Dance

Godric’s POV

My son, the soul that once called out to me, screaming for the afterlife to take him. Chosen as a life partner, given the opportunity for immortality. Once a broken, tortured, young slave, now a vampire awaiting the death penalty. Betrayal is something I never expected from Asura. He was one of my greatest successors. The decision to put him to death by sun was made so lightly because I could not bare to watch him suffer any longer. Releasing him was easy in the heat of the moment, I was angry with him. Disgusted with his conduct, that isn’t how I raised him! However, my heart has been broken ever since. With each step leading to Asura to his death, my soul cracks a little more, spider web cracking, waiting for the moment it shatters into a million pieces. I’ve accepted Damien and Lamia into my immortal family. It won’t fill the void of losing Asura, but it will help with the healing process. Damien needs someone trustworthy to successfully guide him through his role as Primus. Who knows, Asura could have possibly groomed him to fail all together. I just can’t believe after all these years, this is how it’ll all end. I look at Asura now and don’t even recognize him. He truly isn’t the vampire I thought he was. This is it, his last stand. Anubis and I escort the prisoner out side, safely covered by the black tarp the assistants put together. My throat feels like it’s closing, like the weight over the world is sitting on my chest. Thankfully Damien starts to speak, I don’t think I’d be able to commence the punishment without crying. 

“Asura Set, you have been sentenced to death by sunlight by a counsel of your peers. You must pay for your crimes of treachery, fraternizing with rogues. Planning and orchestrating terroristic attacks against registered members of the association. Murder of countless members of the Vampire Association, members you vowed to protect! Illegally turning a human to a vampire and not registering the prodigy with the association. Kidnapping, torture of an innocent member. Attempting to wage war against the human race and paving the way for a rogue to take over as Primus. And worse of all, manipulating each and every one of us by smiling in our faces, pretending to love and care about us when you had a hidden agenda to destroy us all.” Damien is fighting back tears as he speaks. Asura truly deserves much worse, but none of us could bare the thought. Less and 72 hours ago, he was a beloved friend to us all! Someone we would have never thought would be capable of hurting us as individuals or the association in the ways he has. He was such a well respected vampire, a beloved son, father, partner, creator, ruler. It’s so confusing how someone who was so great can turn out to be your worst enemy? In my lifetime and my immortal afterlife, I thought I’ve seen it all. This is something I’ve seen before, but never witnessed such cruelty up close and personal. He’s held these secrets for so long, what kind of mind state was he in to be able to switch roles so easily? To keep all of his lies straight. Never letting on the truth about his real feelings or plans. He invested centuries of time, grooming Damien to take over for him, just to use him as a pawn to stab in the back. It’s absolutely mind boggling, so surreal it’s actually happened to us. “Asura, how do you plea?” Damien asks, everyone silent, waiting for the answers to all of our questions. Secretly holding our breath knowing we’re only fooling ourselves expecting the full explanation in such a short amount of time. “Guilty, Damien. And while you’re at it, you can also take into account that I never truly loved you. I never truly loved Godric. My true life partner was Abaddon and you brutally murdered my son. f**k you all, especially you, Lamia. The stupid b***h who stole your heart is worthless. Not even deserving of the beautiful gift of immortality you’ve foolishly bestowed upon her! As for Godric, you’re f*****g pathetic. Pansy ass little boy! Your brain never matured, just like your little boy face. You provided me with the tools necessary to be the monster that stand before you! You’re all fake and think you’re so much better than me or any of my beloved rogues. You’ve let humanity slip back into your personalities when truly, your all nothing but wild animals. Trapped in your bags of flesh. Your f*****g weak! WEAK! It’s been an absolute displeasure knowing you! f**k you all.” Damien balls his fist, preparing to punch him. Before he’s able to connect his punch to Asura’s deserving face, I spring into action. All of the hate thrown on each of us has lit a wild fire inside me. I rush to elder Sasha and slide the golden blade she bares on her hip. Spinning myself around in the air, I lunge towards Asura. As he speaks, I snatch his hateful tongue from his filthy mouth. His eyes widen, fear striking his soul. Pulling his tongue out as far as it can reach. I take the deadly sharp, golden blade and begin to slide it slowly back and fourth on his exposed tongue. Excruciatingly sawing through it, as slow and painful as I can possibly make it. Guiding the knife in zig zag motions. “You f**k! You disgusting, horrible, low life f**k! How dare you? f**k you! I loved you, we all loved you! You dare treat us like that? As your last f*****g words to us? You f*****g rat!” I slice through his tongue, dangling it in front of him. “This is how you made us feel! Like you cut our f*****g tongues out!” My hand feels like it has a mind of its own as it jams the severed tongue down his throat. “You made us feel like we’re choking on our own tongues! Not even sure what to say to you!” The knife plunges deep into his gut, slicing through his dormant organs. The sound of angsts gurgling past the tongue blocking his wind pipes pushing me further. “Like we’ve been hit in the gut by your f*****g betrayal!” I rip the knife from his gut. My fingers pinch his eye lid, “like we can’t f*****g believe what we’re witnessing! Not even able to believe our own eyes!” I slice quickly, cutting the eyelid off so he’s unable to hide his lies beneath them anymore. My eyes lock with his, hate transferring from my heart, through my glare, directly into his soul. I yank his ear, slicing it off as I scream. “I couldn’t even believe my own f*****g ears, hearing those words come from you of all vampires!” I push the tip of the knife blade into his throat. Glaring at him again, not breaking intense eye contact with him. Not feeling even a shred of remorse. Watching blood trickling down his face. “You f*****g snake! I hope you rot in the deepest, darkest, loneliest, most painful part of the f*****g underworld for the rest of eternity! Not even Hates will welcome you, Asura, the tongueless, lying, betraying rat who stabs his friends and loved ones in the back! The tortured souls that lay beneath us will know of your sins! The lack of eyelids, unable to hide your shame beneath them! Missing tongue so you can no longer spread your deceit on any unknowing victim! No ears, unable to ever listen to another soul speak to you to ensure you’ll forever be alone to think about your f*****g horrible deeds!” I turn his body, back facing me, pointing him in the direction of the sun. “And now, your burnt, charred skin, bones disintegrated to f*****g dust. So they know your a f*****g evil being who doesn’t deserve light in his life or afterlife in any way, shape or form!” My leg lifts, “f**k your, from the bottom of my heart, Asura!” I kick him with all my might, a powerful blow right to the middle of his back. The very back that turned on us all, used as a tool to meet his terrible fate. Asura’s skin instantly starts to sizzle and burn. The suns trance holding him tightly within its grip. Using him like a puppet, dancing and basking in the shining light. Smoke starting to rise from him, screaming in horror and agony, but can’t stand still. He dances around aimlessly in the sun, melting away like a snowball nearing the intensely burning surface. Drips of skin drop and crackle against the earth as he dances his afterlife away. Staring, unable to break eye contact with the deadly UV rays. After what feels like a lifetime, but is truly only a minute or so, he’s reduced to a screaming, still dancing skeleton. Still moving, bursting into a wild inferno. Fragments turning into ash, being carried away by the desert winds. The screaming fading away, like it’s heading off in the distance, eventually falling silent. Nothing is left but piles of ash, which is blown away by another gust. Mixing with particles of dust and sand. His remnants disappear without a single trace left. The hatred and sadness that I felt seems to leave with him. All of the built up emotions I was holding within, all taken out on him in my blind rage. My cruel torture did its part in mending all of my broken pieces. The elders standing behind me in awe of what they just witnessed. The first time I’ve ever lost control of myself since I can remember. The sounds of footsteps gently nearing me, a hand softly laying on my shoulder. Pressure applied to turn me around slowly. My eyes lock with deep, beautiful blue eyes. Engulfing me in sympathy, compassion, empathy and love. Lamia. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closely, cradling my head as it drops in the crook of her neck. Once comforted by the gentle and caring touch of a woman so sweet, so pure, I release. Sobbing harder that I ever have, the utter sadness I was trying to brush away and replace with anger resurfaced and poured out with a simple touch. I feel my legs lift off the ground, she is carrying me. She glides as I cling to her, crying on her shoulder, soaking her shirt with my tears. The elders follow behind her and retire to their rooms in silence, respectfully allowing me to properly grieve my deep loss. The door opens to my temporary room. I’m placed down on my bed and passed over to Leah, who continues to cuddle and care for me like a sad child. My face nuzzled between her breasts, inhaling her scent as she runs her fingers through my hair and rubs my back to calm me down. “Go ahead, Mia. I’ve got it from here. Get some sleep you two. You both need it. We’ll be fine here, right Godric?” Leah caring for everyone. I nod my head at her statement, insisting Mia and Damien go. “Yes, we’ll be fine. Thank you Lamia.” The pair disappear from the doorway and leave me alone with Leah. Still sobbing but feeling the love from all directions. This is how it needed to be. Depression wrapping me in it’s cold arms, allowing me to comfortably slip away from my painful reality. My world momentarily meaningless. Swollen eyes from crying grow heavy and tired. Leah’s voice softly making “Shhhhh, shhhh..” sounds are almost like a lullaby. The last tear drops from my eyes. Tomorrow night will be better. Tomorrow, I will begin to heal. 

Good night, Asura.