The VampireThe VampireThe Vampire by BootShopStory
This is when the night will change. This is when the light is remembered. The time when shadows seek all creation, the ripe shades of trees remove entire yards, & visions of the realms of the eye in the day lit hours. The rising dust of my stitched & frayed collection of bone & flesh, like a mumbled pile of leaves, has gathered beneath the flickering light of the candle lit windows, of the blindly enchanted ruin named haunted, worshipped in form driven dark to destruction, an old whispered place of forlorn magic & dreams of darkness & death.
All light’s go out in the night. To rise to the fire in the soul, my edged & trembling form was enriched to the grace & cheerful dreams of becoming. To a blood red eye, & fanged decomposition of a mouth, in a cast away glance in a mirror, the stars of midnight might pour their essences into the trance like terror of death upon poor souls last moment in breath. There came to be an absence in lividity in the town. It’s s
Death Battle: Death vs Kain preludeDeath Battle: Death vs Kain prelude by GodDragonKing
Black Mage: Don't judge a book by it's cover, even the ruthless vampire Kain can end saving the world.
Baneslayer: Or Death, leader of the Four Horsemen. He's Black Mage Evilwizardington and I'm Baneslayer.
Black Mage: And it's our jog to analyze their weapons, armor and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle.
Alias: The Balance Guardian, The Last Pillar, Savior of Nosgoth
Race: Unique Vampire
Blood Omen/Blood Omen 2 Appearance (Younger)
Soul Reaver/Soul Reaver 2/Defiance Appearance (Elder)
-Soon after being resurrected as a vampire, Kain promptly hunted down and slaughtered the assassins who killed him
-Killed the Circle of Nine and destroyed the Pillars of Nosgoth, ensuring the slow destruction of the land itself
-In five centuries, created a vampiric empire across the ruined and damned land of Nosgoth, enslaving the majority of humanity<
The CityBlack charnel finished taste, senses, from the pale blight of all that has shed itself to light; cradled in the blooming cinder’s of the ash pit eye’s of the sweeping, gloom shrouded, torn shred, of recipient fire; busily stayed in darkness, lighting single candles in the alley way’s, gulfed in the resonance of slivered scrap’s of metal, tombed in trash, and grinning spectre light, hollow from the bone’s of the arriving mansion on it’s hill top vision; all blurry eyed with the orange and crimson, of Halloween and celebratorial darkness, misting in haunted honesty with the death spill of time.The City by BootShopStory
Now, as a clock strike’s between the world, and her altered path of life blood, in it’s transition’s. The claw’s that peel from the basement, to the heady stair well, black, and creaking beneath it’s dark carpet; up through the fool’s lack of vision, and past the stone’s that have hidden away; like some pagan ritual of e