THE HIERARCHY
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It was at the dead of night deep in the fall. The cool breeze accompanied by dry golden brown leaves swept through. It wasn't as perfect a night for a meeting of such calibre. Elders of the seven clan were to gather at the Ventrue's castle. The Ventrue was filled with inadvertent despondency. He paced back and forth his enormous room chamber as the clan elders made their way towards his castle.
They hovered a few thousand kilometers above the ground. Elders of each clan, coming in pairs. The youngest clan, the Denin clan were made to move ahead of the rest, followed by the Bidenin clan which were the second youngest. They were followed by the Hendrick clan, then by the Bedrick clan, the Stewart clan, the CoLunar clan and finally the Lunar clan. They were arranged in a descending order of senescence. The Lunar clan, the eldest also known as the king clan. They are the king makers.
They descended towards the ground as they passed by a cemetery just before the Ventrue's castle, snaking their way into the castle through every available open space. They scampered towards the courtroom as the Ventrue's groaning became even more fierce.
They took their appropriate seats in the courtroom, arranged according to their age.
The noise died down in the courtroom as the Ventrue made his emergence from his bed chamber.
As he stepped into the courtroom, his countenance emanating such predominant aura , He strode venerably towards his embellished throne. He so easily eclipsed the other vampires in beauty and vigor. He towered above six feet, his face was the complete definition of masculine beauty. His eyes were gray and his jawline was slim at the middle, one would think that he was malnourished. He had slender biceps, giving him the appearance of a young lad, but he packed a punch that would leave an indefinite dent on a Lotte world tower in those slender muscles.
Notwithstanding his slender stature and slim biceps. His victory over the last Ventrue was by no means a small feat.
The duel between himself and the previous king caused a hocus among the great elders. The elders had thought he was the devil's firstborn.
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" The one true king has come for his rightful seat" He said to the current ventrue maintaining an emotionless glance.
The king looked at him with disdain, almost moved by his bravery
"Is this a challenge for my throne". The king said and waved off the guards already rushing towards the young man standing before him.
" Let him be.... I'd give him his wish ..... It might be his last". The king said and smiled at him.
"Meet me at the plain of ossosis. We'd have our duel there".
The man stood on the plain of ossosis, a vast piece of land were kingship duels took place. The man's hair, revealed for the first time, was dark as a sullen cloud before the sun. Causing his eyes to sparkle like jewels that could never be tarnished. He wore a black battle armor that hugged his form like a second skin.
Across from him, the king stood glaring. He had an unsettling presence to him. He was a different person from the person that sat on the throne. Veins cracked his smooth forehead, his stretching biceps could tear through his silver armor like hot knife through butter.
" what do you stand to gain.... Loosing your life at my feet wouldn't add an accolade to my name. This is your last chance lad. I wouldn't hold you accountable if you backed out now.". The king said trying to wheedle him over.
"I'm no lad.. My name is Arne Anton, I'm the one true king of this clan". His voice was cold and disparaging.
Infuriated by his haughtiness. The king said through gritted teeth.
" Fine I'd show you your place.... And quickly ".
He bursted into action, charging at Arne. He harnessed the very essence of life. With godlike speed he got within hitting range of Arne. He stretched his hands divulging his five inch nails.
In a split seconds Arne moved his foot backwards a half step, successfully dodging the kings onslaught.
Arne's retractable finger nails emerged out of his bare fingertips.
He exuded an energy that crackled into tiny volt lines, almost cutting through matter. He harnessed the speed of lightening and in a flash he swiped his hands across the face of the king with a force that sent both himself and the ventrue flying through halfway of the plain.
He landed on his feet and stood straight up dusting his sheet, unperturbed by the c*****e he spawned on the king.
He retracted his nails stained with crimson blood. His fangs grew out of his gums at the sight of the blood on his fingers. He licked off the blood on his fingers and smiled at the lifeless body of the former ventrue.
Every other contender for the throne after him lasted short of a minute
He walked slowly towards his considerably over lit throne for a vampire. He was no ordinary vampire. He had an unusual ability to walk in the sun. The more reason he was deemed the devil's firstborn. The bright light from the throne radiated around him and he engulfed himself in it
The elders of the Lunar clan stood, as customed, to address the king.
" This was an unplanned meeting your Majesty" One of the Lunar clan elders said.
"Are you oblivious of the situation at hand.. Or are you just testing my patience.... Elder?" Arne said without any trace of humor.
His stern look softened a bit, then he looked up at the rest of the elders and said
"It's no news that my daughter was abducted today by the police.. She was nabbed trying to devour a man....Which is considerably wrong.... But I'm not about to lose another blood of mine to those filthy humans.... Send out your men... Ten of each clan" His voice now rising.
"Get my daughter back at any cost.. Leave nothing to Providence.... This meeting is over" He said and with a wave of his hands he was out of the courtroom as quickly as he came.
Noise enveloped the courtroom like white on ice.
Then slowly they began to disperse, all in different directions
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"Let me out of here.... Let me out" Yvonne Arne, the only offspring of the infamous ventrue Arne Anton, said through gritted teeth. She wasn't gray eyed like her father. Her eyes were a perfect blue. She had a round inviting face, with really small lips, when she smiled it was like the most seductive of Satan's subordinates was smiling at you. It would have been an Angel's smile, but the two inch long fangs on the two sides of her molars betrayed the idea of an Angel.
"Do you know who my father is..... He'd drain you of your life source". Now smiling dubiously she added.
" Every last drop of your blood".
"Shut the f**k up.. You creep..... Don't let me get the torch. damned bloodsucker..." . The uniform man guarding her said banging his barton on the gates of the cell.
Yvonne chuckled at the sound of the barton hitting the bars of the gate.
"You will be sorry for this.... I know my dad... He will make sure you're dead".
Just before the uniform man could make another statement, vampires from all around started making their way into the prison yard. Yvonne sensed their presence and started laughing out loud.
"Hey You better pipe down in there... Don't let me stand up again.. " The uniform man said walking back to his seat.
With speed almost as that of lightening four fang flashing vampires stormed the dungeon .
It all happened in a flash. No sooner had they come in than they had left with Yvonne.
"I want his head" Yvonne said as they took her out of the dungeon.
"It is on your fathers demands that we bring you back without any more casualties.... This is the twentieth time, just this year my lady and this is early February." The head hunter from the Lunar clan said making a face at her.
She quieted down and followed sheepishly.
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