Prologue

Prologue

 

The high ruler...how long has it been since I abandoned that name, and that life? Eons ago I was a hollow shell of nothing but greed, and empty promises. But now I see my wrong doing. It was right that my master stripped me of the life I had not only abused, but forsaken. Now I rule a new throne, the throne of the Underworld. I would consider Hell, Heaven compared to this place. It's like living inside my old personality, cold and evil; where my only warmth and comfort was the occasional feast of souls that momentarily took my mind off of this God forsaken wasteland of dejected spirits.

 

In life, I was considered a ruthless bastard who could never satisfy his appetite for destruction. But in death...I shall become so much more.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

 

I didn't sleep that night, I felt ill. I was either burning like fire, or freezing like the middle of winter. My lack of rest was unfortunate due to the fact that I was to attending a meeting of the grand council. They were to be deciding who was to be the next king since he had no heir to his throne.

 

It was odd that I had been asked to join in on the council meeting, solely because no mortal was ever supposed to know what was discussed behind those doors. Perhaps that's why I did not sleep, perhaps I was afraid. Afraid that they would turn me into...one of them.

 

The Monograth's were formed in the year 27 B.C., by a man who's identity is unknown they simply called him "Key". For what reason, I do not know. Possibly because he held the key to making the Monograths the most power beings on Earth, and he also held the key to their destruction.

 

Monograths are an indescribable race. They are neither man nor beast, they behaviors are suspiciously close to that of a vampire, but there is a difference. These beings had supernatural powers that would rock the very fabric of time. And I, a mere mortal was to stand before the greatest Monograths this world has ever seen. Some of them, the original Monograths who had learn the path to immortality. Was I to become one of them? Generally you can only become a Monograth genetically, because a mortal's blood is toxic to those creatures. But I suppose that one who has learned the path to immortality need only fear the removal of one of their fangs. Whether a Monograth is immortal or not, the removal of their fangs with make their body rot from the inside out.

 

It's ingenious really, because before you even got close enough to rip a fang from their mouth, they would rip you to pieces and leave your soul to burn forever in Hell. I am the leader of the human army, the one who stands in alliance with the Monograths. I've protected our kingdom from all varieties of beasts, but never a Monograth. I would have to modify my battle tactics to suit those Earth walking demons.

 

I surveyed the clock, I had one hour before the meeting. I went to the chest at the bottom of my bed, shuffled through the blankets and grabbed the only weapon I'd need; a knife. I also grabbed a bandage, I figured it would come in handy later.

 

I sat on the bed and went into deep thought. I wondered what I was to expect, what the elders would look like. I wondered if MY invitation had been a mistake and that if I walked in, I would be executed for breaking a holy tradition. The clock seemed to stand still, as I waited eagerly. I rested my head on my pillow and looked at the white ceiling.

 

About what seemed to be 10 minutes later, there was a knock on my door and a gruff voice on the other side said "It's time for the meeting." I stood up and walked to the door, I looked outside and there was nobody in the corridor.

 

I walked across the court yard, up to the palace. The guards gave me entry and I walked in. To the left, down a long hallway were the doors to the council's meeting room. I walked down the hallway in a heavy sweat, I was trembling. My stomach was in knots, and I felt very nauseated. I knocked on the door and someone opened it. I saw the council room open up in front of me for the very first time. It was huge and magnificent, and on the ceiling was a replica of the painting on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. I walked up a staircase to an empty seat and looked down at the council elder's table. They were not there yet, and the sunlight on the golden table made the room sparkle. I awaited their arrival, looking around at all of the vicious faces looking at me. And suddenly, I knew I didn't belong.

Wow, That's really good Zach!

Keep on writing! 8D

Thank you JF. You can expect chapter 2 tomorrow. Or maybe tonight, whenever I'm back in the mood to write.

i like it! keep on writing

Great, Can not wait until the next Chapter!

dAYUM.

you got some descriptive language up in there.

that was excellent.

That was pretty awesome.

you should keep going. <3

this is awesome. extremely descriptive.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

They were trying to break me. They would stare at me until I was scared out of my mind, then they would get a few laughs. I could see it...that's what they wanted. It almost worked too...that is until a man, about my age came sliding down the stair rail with a cocky grin and personality that screamed "I'm an ass". He stopped in front of my chair and got off the rail...the walked up to me and fixed his coat on his shoulders. "Well, who do we have here?" He said then took a long whiff of the air. "What in God's name are you doing here, mortal?" He made me nervous. I felt like, if I gave a wrong answer...he would swallow my heart. He looked at me and I could swear I saw death burning in his eyes. "I received and invitation by the grand council to attend this meeting". I said, swallowing...trying to keep my voice from shaking. "You're not a monograth...why in the hell would they invite you?" What he said caught me by surprise "You're not a monograth" he wasn't one either. "You...you're not a monograth, how is it okay for you to be here?" I said, feeling a little more confident than moments previous. He opened his mouth and showed a pair of fangs. "I'm half...but who gives a damn, I'm here aren't I? Plus...I could take a mere mortal like you out in a matter of seconds. Anyway, what's you're name?"

Even after the threat, I wasn't afraid of him. I couldn't place my finger on it...but for some reason, there was a growing amount of respect for him. "My name is Dante." He took out a bottle of what smelled like vodka, then he laughed and said "Name's Bane...don't worry, I'm sure you'll have somewhat of a fighting chance when they convert you." With that, he tucked the bottle back in his coat pocket and walked back up the stairs. Was it true? Were they really going to convert me? By this point, I was a pool of sweat and my heart was racing. I wished I could get up and walk out...and what was to stop me? I stood up and started down the stairs. There were eyes staring at me, I was panicking and I couldn

Man this is good!