A Visitor in Mourning

Voltruist woke up to the new evening, moving to get dressed. He put on his prieestly robes and then grabs his veil. He put it on and then undoes the blindfold he wore when sleeping. Once he was dressed, he head out of his room and down the hall. Giving those he passed a nod of greet, he headed to the sanctuary. There he would move to light the candles about it, while doing such a male walks in. Voltruist glance to the new comer, he had to double take. Seeing the silver hair had the priest thinking it was … Continue reading A Visitor in Mourning

Judas…

Footsteps could be heard through the halls, as two people walk. Each step echoing off the walls, along with their voices as the two talked. “I already set you a meeting with Lord Grey. You are confident he would rule in our favor?” The male ask, he wore priest like clothes, though he didn’t wear a veil like the one he spoke to. “Yes I am sure of it, are you not tired of having what we want to do just ignored? This church could be so much more, if we could get out from under Zagine.” Voltruist spoke.” Of … Continue reading Judas…

My sweet Tru…

The night was just starting this eve and already the silence was disrupted from chatter. Two move through the streets, talking with each other, as they made their way to their destination. “I’m telling you now Zagine, you are playing with fire.” Stahs states . “Uh huh, you keep saying that. However it works and he’s never going to know. Not unless you plan to tell him.” Zagine retorted back “You and I are the only ones who know the truth. Besides we did him a favor.” Stahs shook his head “And playing with his heart? Is that wise too?” … Continue reading My sweet Tru…

Blessed be.

This night was dark, darker then usual. A storm had come in and it was pouring rain. The only light to be seen in the sky was lightning that splayed across. The wind had started to pick up abit, while people tried to hurry to their homes or any place off the streets. Those that were homeless, tried to seek shelter in the sewers or even churches. Nights like these made it either easier or harder to hunt. One particular Vampire was having a devil of a time, unable to prey on anyone in the alleyways, the tavern wasn’t good … Continue reading Blessed be.