The Forgotten One ((Azaneal)) | |||||||||||||||||
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The softness of the night falls on the land. As the sounds from the church starts to die out. All of the people have seem to of left. As the preist brings out a young man. About the age of twenty five or so. As the young man is lead over to the alter of the church the preist lets his black satin robe fall from his body. Reviling his pale white skin that once layed benthe it. He walks slowly over to the young man. As he does he speaks to him. What I am going to do to you here tonight is going to help cast out the demons that you have deep with in you. His hands runs along the young mans soft tan skin down along his thighs. Along the young mans thighs. As he slowly moves his own privet part towards the young mans backside. Running it between the crack of the young mans ass. As he pushes his manhood deep with in the young man. As he does so the young man screams in pain as the preist pushes deeper with in him. The preist scream in pleasure he had waited for everyone to leave the church so that he could preform this act. This act of sodomy to this young man. If would of died if anyone had ever seen him doing this. The young man was use to this. This kind of treament has been happing to him scine he was about six. First was his father and his fathers friends. And then with his mother. It was nothing diferent for him. But no this night would be his lucky night for this would be the night that someone would stand up for him. This time someone will come to his aid. As the preist gets really started in his acts the doors of the church swings open. There in the door way stand a lovely woman. Seeing what his going on she loose control of the beast that is inside of her. She runs over grabing the preist by the neck. Then slowly her fangs sink into his skin. As the foul taste of this mans blood runs over her toung a smile comes to her lips as she looks at the young man watching. As she finshes the preist she moves slowly to the young man. As she speaks to him her words are soft and soothing. All most as if she was trying to get him to relax for some reason. But soon the young mans eyes fall closed. Untill he feels the slight pain of her fangs sliding into his neck. But soon the discomfort passes as his eyes lids falls once more. This time a feeling of coldness over takes his body. As she slowly drains the blood from his body he falls limp into her arms. The next feeling he feels is the warm taste as something warm and all most soothing reaches his lips. As the warm red luquid flows down his throught his eyes open. To look at his new friend his sire. The one that has saved him from the preist. But little did he understand at that moment of the hunger that will take a hold of him. His thirst for blood would grow to be greater then anything he has ever known. But that would only come to be the half of it. For not to manny years down the road he will turn around and go through the same thing but he will become part of the ones that wish to destroy the church and see things go back to the old ways. All he knows is for now he was saved from the acts of the preist. But he had no idea of the maddness that will soon come. As he lays there all most lifeless. He watches her leave the church. His body all ready starting to die from the inside out. His own humanty all ready lost. His mind so comes to the maddness and to the anger he feels. His hate for all of them that has taken advatage of him. And even yes even for this woman that had saved him from the preist. He even had some hatred for her. For the way she had just took him and left him there to find out about the ways of this new life on his own. She had not even told him about the hunger the beast. Nothing no she had simply left him there. As the years pass by like days of the weeks he has grown and some how has cought the eyes of the baali called Shaitan. Shaitan had offerd him a chance to anevge the wrong that has been done to him. But the price was never said up front. No if he had known the sick acts that would take place he would of never agreed to it. For to just go through the three days of toture and then the pain of the embracement. Then the horors that had fallowed. The demons that he works for. Knowing that he has to give them a soul every thirty days. In order to make sure he lives. Ah but those were his younger days now. His sire done and killed most of his clan now has split and went there own ways. Now there is only the Sabbat and his place with in it. Oh how he loved the unwilling childers how he loves to watch them and see there mistakes that they make. But the best thing he loves is these ones that seem to think that all of there good deeds will some how get them back into the grace of a god that has turned his back on them forever. How eassy they are to scare and to turn. Oh how they are very eassy to show them the err in there thinking. And get them to serve the darkmaster. Untill the time he meet Ezzy. They all had been real eassy to control and to use as pawns. But this one was one that he has his hands full with. How eassy it would be to break her if he had trully wanted to but no. He did not want to do that for some reason he had liked her spirt and in a strange way to him he even liked her. But things are not all ways as they seem to be with him. Just because at the moment she had held his attion it did not mean that the next night he would rather kill her then even look at her. Through out the times Azaneal delovped into something that his sire could be proud of. His actions became dark twisted and very evil. | ||||||||||||||||
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