ALL YOU EVER NEEDED TO KNOW ABOUT US...!
Hello, it's me again... Damien Slattenoff. You should all know me as the
long-time immortal who has survived five centuries on this god-forsaken rock.
Yeah, the one who faced death more than a dozen or so times, but always comes
back for more? Yeah, that's me.
I can do all sorts of fun things like, read minds, handle a sword with great
ease, and run as fast as an olympian. Life gets old mind you, and if it were
up to me, I'd still like to be atleast a little mortal. I have to say, being
a wanderer does not get tiresome.
More than twice, I have faced my immortal combatants alone, and I usually
won the battle, but I never won the war. In the distant past, I used to love
my immortal companions. They loved me too mind you. They had to, I was the
loving, small time leader of a group who always faced off against the enemy.
No one else would except for my kind Great-Uncle Ulysess.
He always stood by my side. When he decided to end his misery of eternal
life, I had to face the challenge of being alone. I miss him even now. All
the old times, the loving care, everything. I owe him my life. If it were
not for him, I probably would have been in my grave for five centuries ago.
How it all began was interesting. But you know the story, I was given the
Bowl of Ages with the magic inside, and the spell of immortality, andI became
one of the strongest immortals ever to live. Although, with in the last year,
I have lost and gained. My chapter of what happened is next, so please try
to follow.
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TRIBULATION- THAT NIGHT...
JANUARY 1, 1995
It was a cold, winter night. The new moon was up, and the wind was unbearably
cold. Me, and my mortal companion Tammi, had ventured out on a mission, a
mission to give it up. Immortality that is. But was the coldness in the air,
going to bother her to death? Probably not, I had not felt the cold in centuries,
so what was I really to know?
When we came upon our stop, the wind cut thru me like water thru a screen.
I had no idea how to deal with this once I was mortal again. The new moon
was up, and the fire needed to be started. Once we both gave it our valient
try, we gave up and proceeded with the spell-cast. Once the spell was chanted,
I suddenly felt the rush of it leaving my body. I got up, smiled and said,
"It is finally done." I became bitterly cold, I tightened the grip on my
leather jacket, and jammed my hands into my pockets. I began to laugh
hysterically. It was done at last. I did not have to worry any longer.
As the night progressed, my nails became duller, and the cold bit me hard.
But, what I did not realize, was that my mortal companion had changed too.
She had gained immortality! I was flabbergasted. I gained my color, while
Tammi lost hers. She turned white, I mean pale white.
It was then, that I realized that she only had immortality, but not the potion
of eternal life. She would age, yes, but she would not, and could not die
by any other way. Well, except for the obvious, the removal of one's head,
and that of a large plume. That is why we carry swords, for protection, and
only that reason.
After that day, she slowly became stronger, and more or less pliable. She
was now a true immortal. I used to say, after death there is life. She never
understood me. Without me, she would be lost in time forever. Only to find
out the most terrible secrets alone. Well, only recently did she find out
that to become truly immortal, you had to face your own death. Recently,
eight months after the spell-cast, she faced her first death. Slipping in
and out of life, and then perfectly still. After the duration of a moment
of dizziness, she began to breathe again, and talk again. Now, as I write,
she walks alone as my first immortal fledgling. Not the last either I might
add.
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HOW WE BECAME WHAT WE ARE, AND EVER SHALL BE...
In the early 9th century, a man became a monk.This man started the whole
chain of events. His name was Kurtison Irakin. A young, but noble man that
was told to become a priest. In those days, the youngest always were those
to be that of godly status. Well, Kurtison became the great high priest
Kur.
As the one called Kur searched ancient tomes and hymns, he came upon a magic
antidote to getting old. It was the Potion of Life. If taken in by the Bowl
of Ages, the reciever would stay young virtually forever. Kur wanted nothing
better but to live normally to his death. Only the one most disturbing to
that of evil could take it and live. So he held his secret well until that
person came.
As years passed, a youth, full of strength and posture came into the light
of rightousness. He wanted to become a saint, and live forever in life and
beauty. He wanted to serve his god and his people. So with that in mind,
he became a noble priest. It was not until Kur's death that the pupil had
his life changed forever...
On Kur's deathbed, his pupil recieved the gift of eternal youth. The pupil
took it willingly only to give it to Kur upon his death. But, there was no
time. Kur died peacefully. His pupil took on his, meaning Kur's dead son's
name: Mikel. Mikel used the potion and constructed his own earthen Bowl of
Ages. He lived on thereafter at the age of twenty-three. By the time of the
840's, Mikel had picked up a preblack plague syndrome. Slowly dying from
the inside out, he turned his back on god, and became a loyal to the dark
tomes. His true intention was the search around death. He wanted to be immortal
in the eyes of god, the devil, and life itself. Upon reaching his goal, he
was healed forever. It was time to take those that want it, and give it to
them. So began the long immortal life of Mikel, the pupil, and master.
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THE OTHERS...
Within Mikel's first 100 years, he had made himself seven companions. Three
women, and four men. Their names were Anastasia, Nora, and Rachelle. Three
young, mature women that all fell in love with him in good time. As for the
four men, they had left his side to search the world over for a new found
love for life. I only really knew the women. The men had lost themselves
in time. Long before Uli, my great-uncle, ever came into existance... In
time, a second round of immortals were made. About this time, it was already
the 14th century, and that is when Ulysess and the infamous Sacma De Niro
were made into immortals. One somewhat good, and the other entirly evil.
So brings forth my newest topic... The Immortal Slayer, Sacma De Niro....!
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ULYSESS SLATTENOFF: MY GREAT-UNCLE, AND FRIEND...
A man in his late forties, given the power to live forever after his wife
had died, and leaving him alone to ponder the world, alone. He might have
been happier dead. But in the scheme of things, I would never be alive now
to write this book! He was taken upon a trip of great magnificence only to
make himself stronger and more capable of doing some real damage. Well, Uli
did not offend Mikel by making me, but he did it to make himself happier
in that immortal shell of a body of his. He made me... Damien Slattenoff,
an immortal!
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THE TERRIBLE DOINGS OF ULYSESS...
In 1477 my father died of old age, leaving two small children under the
protection of an aged immortal family member. I was one of two. I had a twin
brother named Alavik. We were both to live forever except for the fact that
Alex wasn't strong enough to handle immortality.
He may have been a moment older but I was the stronger of us two. Ulysess
always treated me better. I was the one to become the priest believe it or
not. But I came down with a terrible sickness, what is presetly known as
scarlet fever. I was dying, slowly. Uli was the only one who could save me.
He did, but I paid the price of a normal, safe life in exchange.
The night I became immortal, was like none other. Alex and I had gotten stinking
drunk and we hobbled home happily. That was the night I faced my first death.
I was drunk beyond all means, and I had no idea what happened thereafter
except for my puzzlement and wonder of still beyond death.
We were attacked that night by a mugger. He asked Alex for his possesions.
I jumped upon his back, only to get a sharp dagger in my chest. I fell, as
the blood flowed like a river out of my thorax cavity. I slipped in and out
of life, and soon I awoke in a pool of my own blood. The snow had changed
reddish. I freaked out.
I stood up to see that the mugger was dispatched, and Uli was standing near
Alex who was crying then. He looked at me then at Uli, and asked simply,
"How?" I stood more erect to see that the blood stopped flowing. By then,
I was stunned. My eyesight was extremely focused, and I could smell the coppery
scent of blood. It was mine!
Upon coming home, I fell asleep, still drunk but in puzzlement. How did I
survive? And why? I awoke the next morning full of energy. Looking at my
chest, I saw the stain of blood upon my leather buskin vest, but saw no wound
to match! It was as if I had been healed...magically. A few noises turned
me away from my chest to a half open door.
Alex was up complaining and whining as usual. But this time, it was about
me. I overheard, "How could you make him immortal, and not me?" It was suddenly
all realized. I had been made immortal! That is how I survived! I couldn't
believe it. My concentration was stopped when I heard the door slam. Uli
then came in.
He informed me that Alex was not coming back, and to just let him go. Too
tired to move, but yet shaken by all that had happened within the last day,
I burst into tears. They did not stop, I could not stop them, and I would
not let them fall either.
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THE IMMORTAL RING... A.D. 1491, MARCH
After crossing the great expanse of the island chains off of Greece, we traversed
the countryside to Paris, France. We left Alex cold-heartingly to rot in
that small town of Galati. But I was off to better things. I was to meet
many immortals, much older than that of Uncle Ulysess! But still my heart
screamed out Alex's name for atleast a month, I was sad, and excited all
at once.
Upon reaching the outskirts of Paris, we met the first immortal I was to
meet. His name was Mikel! A strong, red-haired man that had gruff, but an
ever so gentle voice. Just speaking to him was intriguing. He was so old
and worldly. He had a slight french monotone, and I loved it. I was a part
of a line that stretched virtually centuries back.
When we entered the dark area of town, the clock tower in a nearby monestary
struck three p.m. I remember commenting about how nice it would be to live
in there. I was surprised, and delighted all at once, to find out that that
is where I would be spending some time with the others.
Upon entering, I saw paintings and statues that had to be hundreds of years
old. The smell of the things in this great hall was that of old, crumbling
stones with moss growing in the corners. The stained-glass windows projected
rainbow hues upon the stone floor. I found those rather nice to look at.
Those in the ring I hoped would be atleast that interesting. I was not
disappointed. At first that is.
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THE MEETING...
It was later in that evening upon entering the old monestary, that I met
the many immortals made by Mikel. I met everyone. Not everyone was all that
happy to see me though. I was the youngest of all immortals. I later found
out that Ulysess was the first to create an immortal, and I realized then,
that is why everyone had begun congratulating Uli. All except for one had
made their comments about me, his name was Sacma De Niro, who was to become
known as the Immortal Slayer!
Later, in the late evening, we were all talking, and looking at the artwork
in the main hall, when out of the dining hall came a loud screaming and yelling.
I entered there to see Sacma holding a double edged broadsword, swinging
away at a few that were standing by. I heard Uli on the other end of the
hall. He was yelling at Sacma to put the weapon down.
A screaming match started between them. They were yelling when Mikel entered
the match with a spear-like sword. Sacma came down from his table perch,
and tried to attack Mikel. Mikel disarmed him with amazing swiftness, and
Sacma was knocked on his ass. He grabbed his sword, and jumped out a nearby,
two story, plate-glass window, and it was all because he was the only negro
amongst them.
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THE FIRST TWENTY YEARS... 1491-1511 A.D.
In the beginning, it was grand to talk to all the oldest ones. many had much
to offer. They all stole, and brutalized those with money. On occasion, we
would get a sum of wealth from a family that was well off, and ones we felt
like beating on.
The oldest were much less brutal because of their immense strength,but all
the young ones like me, were brutal and merciless. We would destroy homes,
ransack the wealthy, and also, punish those that were thieves and killers
like us. We wanted all the glory and fame as the everyday rock star might.
We slept day and/or night. By day, we would stay inside and relax, polishing
our weapons. We never much used them against one another. The only time that
I remember an immortal against and immortal, was Mikel versus Sacma, and
Uli and me versus Sacma. That was about it. Not until the times when Uli
and I were fighting against The Immortal Slayer, Sacma De Niro.
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VISITING ALEX...MY BROTHER, MY FRIEND...
It was about 1512 when Ulysess and I traversed eastward. We were going back
to Galati, where my brother would be. We had to see him one last time before
he died. Uli actually thought it would be grand to make him immortal like
me.
I thought about it, and I thought that it would be nice to have him around
again, but then something else told me that he would not buy it. He was probably
still afraid to do things like that. He was probably still the same old pussy...
I was dreadfully wrong.
When we first came back, it was not all that late, and half of our old party
had went their seperate ways, or had simply died. We arrived back in the
market square, standing not even twenty feet from my bloody demise into the
world of immortality.
The town square was still reletivly busy, and the people were extremely rude.
They pushed and shoved at eachother. Uli and I were not alone in the riot
of people, we had to be gentle, our strength could have broken many of these
men and women in half!
Finally, we had come upon the small clearing that led to the market. There,
beaten by the wind and snow and all the other elements, stood our old home.
There was someone home, too! Going to the door was most nerve wracking, but
I got over it, and knocked.
A man dressed in a rainbow hued robe came to the door. He had long, black
hair, with a stubble beard, and a thick, black mustache. His eyes had a trace
of sadness in them, but failing to hold it in any longer, smiled. A tear
rolled down his cheek as I gave Alex the biggest, strongest hug I could muster.
He lost his breath in the process of the embrace.
A moment or so after the embrace, he shook Uli's hand, and pulled him into
an embrace as well. I realized again my strength was double what it was when
I was made. Ulysess was gentle. We were led inside to meet his wife, and
his child. I was pleasantly surprise at what I saw.
A handsome woman she was. Probably no older than that of twenty-four. maybe
younger. She smiled at us, and proceeded to seat us. Once we were in chairs
at the fine, oak table. Alex spoke, "What are you two doing here?" We were
flabbergasted. Ulysess smiled, and without further ado, said..."We have come,
to see you."
By now, Julia, Alex's wife, was already confused. I told her with the slightest
of my romanian tongue that was left, that we were distant relatives. It was
not good enough for her. She soon wanted to know more. Where we came from?
How long had we been gone? Etc...
Ulysess answered her with lies, even though Alex stood idly by, shaking his
head. Suddenly, from an upstairs room, a small child of maybe seven came
down the stairs. He was tall for a youngster of his age. He had black hair
which was cropped short, and wore a small cotton shirt, and black cloth pants.
He looked like me. He looked liked his father. It was wonderful but yet
frightening all at the same time.
That night, Uli and I slept in the downstairs loft. In the middle of the
night, Alex came down to us. Ulysess, who wasn't even sleepy, sat up from
his rest. I got up, following suit. Looking at Alex there, suddenly made
me weep for all that I was worth. I knew then that he would not stay with
us. Much like what he did years ago, we left without a trace. He came to
me as if he were my father, and tried to comfort me. It did not work, I shoved
him back. Perhaps too hard, he landed seven feet away or so with a thump.
I got up and apologized. Wiping the tears away, I stood over him as he sat
on the floor. Ulysess and his feeble manner of speaking in indifferent terms,
asked him suddenly, "Do you still want it?" Real subtle, huh?
Alex looked at me with a sudden stir. He shook his head no. Tears were now
rolling down his cheeks. His hair disheveled, he pulled it back. "I cannot
do it. I have to stay with my wife and child, I cannot leave them, or my
priesthood. I just cannot!"
The next day, we said our good-byes. We left a message to Alex about his
death, and how we would take care of Julia and Thomas, the child. Upon leaving,
that was the last time we saw Alex, or Thomas alive. But we later saw Alex's
wonderful wife, Julia.
Alex and Thomas died in the year 1515, from the black plague. The message
Julia recieved thereafter was for her to return to France with Alex's body,
and bury them both there. Thomas wa buried the night of his death, but Alex
was brought to the Vlad Graveyard, outside of Luxembourg.
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JULIA: MY LOVE, MY LIFE...
In 1516, Julia came to us. We explained who we really were, and how old we
really were. She was dying quickly and needed to be healed. The only way
we could do that, is by the spell of immortality, in which case, she would
survive. The new moon had risen the day before, so it was a perfect time
to use the spell. The potion would have to be used on the full moon.
Once the spell was cast, the death fits subsided, and once again, she was
whole. Never would she die except under extreme circumstances, such as
dismemberment, or a great flame. She needed to wait for the Potion of Life,
so she went with us, and did the things we did. All but that of murder. Theft
is how we all survived. We had to steal, but we never gave back. Otherwise,
we would live in the sewers. Every living thing needs food.
For the two weeks we waited for the full moon, she had already told me her
life story, and on how much she missed Alex and Thomas. In that time, I also
learned her real age, tweny-three. Thomas was no more than four. He looked
much older than he really was. She was now only twenty-six years of age,
and she had escaped death yet again. Only this time it was for keeps.
Once the second dose of magic was given, she simply stopped aging. That evening,
the moon was out, the stars were winking out their lights, and we were alone
in the clock tower room. We were both lonely, and wanted someone to cling
to. I was the one she clung on to. By the night's end, she had given herself
over to me.
For five whole years thereafter, we spent the nights together. She stole
finally, and I had already murdered many in her presence. We were the things
that nightmares were about. We simply loved the glory. All would close and
lock their doors, and waited until sunrise to exit their tiny homes.
But one day, I awoke to find the space that had been occupied for five years,
empty. She was gone. She left no note or message. Then again, not all of
us could read or write, but I suppose it would not have mattered anyway.
I knew her, she would not say why or where she would meander, but she would
just leave. To this day, over 470 years later, I still search for her. More
than likely, I will not find her.
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THE OTHERS... PART TWO
In this excerpt, I will speak of the many immortals I have known, loved,
and hated...
SERGEI-
A young man, about a year younger than that of me. He had long, black hair,
blue eyes, and was one of the most ingenious men and women of this age. He
was a scholar when he caught the licks of flame upon his body. We found him
outside his french villa in the southern end of Paris. He became a close
companion. One I loved.
He died not two years into the group. He was killed by a stupid thug that
had a sword. Uli and I were there. I took the guy by the hair and cracked
his neck. I took his sword and beheaded the dumbfuck! Uli took the money,
we ran off with dirty currency, and blood on our hands.
That night, we all met up. We took Sergei's body, and burned it along with
his books. We buried his ashes with his favorite weapon, his double edged
broadsword. We all loved him, especially me. He was like the brother I had
lost years before. I bid my farewells to him in privacy.
GILMAR-
A large mammoth of a man who hated the idea of death. He just wanted to keep
living. He was there before I was. Unkempt, blonde, curly hair, gruff mustache,
large arms, etc. His viking spirit made him one hell of a fighter, I kinda
liked the guy. He treated me with respect. I was atleast a century old about
this time, so I deserved some kind of respect.
One night though, after two immortal slayings, Uli, Gilmar, and I, went out
in search of the Immortal Slayer, Sacma De Niro. I finally found him, and
the brutal fight began. When it was over, Sacma had retreated, and left us
with a few bloody, flesh wounds.
That night upon returning home, Gilmar went to bed early. After Mikel promised
to end this terror, he attacked again. It was Gilmar who was attacked by
the Slayer. The next morning, while we slept, he left us forever. Never again,
did I see even a glimpse of my long lost friend. Probably, never again, will
I hear or see him.
ANASTASIA-
An older woman than that of Julia, Ana, as we called her, took a liking to
Uli. She had black-red hair, and green eyes. She was beautiful, but always
took sides with the oldest of the immortal bitches, Nora and Rachelle, she
was one of the oldest ones. If memory serves me, the last time I saw her,
she was a wanderer. It was after Mikel's death in 1923, that I saw her wandering
the Spanish countryside on the way home to France. Perhaps she's even still
alive! God, I hope so.
NORA-
Mikel's second woman companion, hated me because I was too young to be an
immortal. Too bad! She probably died after Mikel did. They were lovers in
the late ninteenth century. Damn, I keep forgeting that was over a century
ago. Shit, how time flies.
RACHELLE-
A blonde-haired, fatty dim-witt. Died in the late seventeenth century, after
accidentally setting fire to an old thieves' hideout. She was the first to
be made. Born in 1087 a.d., she died a dumb, fat, lazy ass woman at the age
of 602. That's almost how old I am, give or take eighty years.
The rest I barely knew. They were never all that interesting... not to me
anyway.
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CONCLUSION
In all the years I have lived, never did I face such a person as Sacma De
Niro. In time, I hope to meet up again with The Immortal Slayer, and end
his reign of terror and destruction. One day, I will find him. And when I
find him, I will destroy that thing! Mark my words, I will end this things
immortal existence, once, and for all!!!!
THE END