Nightstalker



	Arriving in Kazel the day before yesterday, rest was granted on the ship here, a place where time almost seems to stand still. Stepping off of the ship, Damien starts on what could quite possibly be his last mission. His eyes are cold and unpredictable as he passes by the human slaves to the port and heads north bound. All of the people stop to stare at him in fear, weary and weak people, dirty and beaten. . o O (�you poor bastards, you�re already dead, inside�) O o . Brushing past a few beggars that approach him, asking for gold. Damien presses forward as if he cannot hear them before one of them grabs for his coin pouch. Damien grabs the wrist to the beggar and snaps his attention to the eyes of the dirty man, relentlessly Damien thrusts his foot down to the right kneecap of the beggar�fracturing his right leg at the knee with a bone crushing blow. The beggar drops to the stone walkway, screaming in pain while holding his severely wounded limb. Nightstalker � Walk it off�bitch� Glaring over at the rest of the beggar�s fellow hobo�s as they all throw their hands up, shaking their heads back and forth and slowly backing away from Damien, cautiously for every step; as if he was a hungry lion that was ready to pounce. Damien turns and walks away, listening to the screaming homeless slave while he does so; grinning in a twisted desire to make Slavista residents suffer, just fucking because. . o O (�avoiding the bloodstone city would be wise�) O o . The further he walks through Kazel, spotting the children standing around staring at him in fear, hugging onto their mothers whom sit in dirty alley�s that they�ve considered to be their homes. The children are skinny, of all mixed races. Damien�s change of heart softens knowing that these poor children are already dead. The poor civilians of Kazel, enslaved by Vain and his nemesis clan, trapped in their own lives; all of them wishing to be released, due to the tears strolling down one mother�s cheek as she holds her dead infant, rocking back and forth, crying in a foreign tongue. . o O (Why, Master? Why did you not at least take me with you? ) O o . Heading toward the exit to this small port of Kazel and heading further North, Damien listens from the screaming of that filthy thief coming from afar, and the crying of the middle aged woman, from just behind him. Slowly fading away the further he progresses toward the Bloodstone City. The wind grows heavier as Damien heads up toward the tree line, spotting the massive coliseum off in the distance. . o O (�nothing can exist on this continent�Master�) O o . Exiting Kazel; leaving the miserable people behind to suffer due to their worthless lives. All Damien can think of is the face of his Master and holding onto to the last bit of hope that he has, his pride crumbling from what he had just witnessed in the daylight of Kazel. His faith slowly starts to fall apart after the terror of the dead baby�s mother that rocked back and forth with her lifeless baby in her arms. This desolate place deserves to be destroyed, but he cannot afford to burn such energy that is required to get to Mora. . o O (�Vain, you bastard. One day, you will pay for all you�ve done�) O o . �Traveling toward the tree line, to avoid entering the Bloodstone city� . o O (�I must avoid Oujou, that�s a training ground for Vain�s suck-heads�) O o . The sun beats overhead, the climate is cooler than it was on Itrana. The smell of ocean sprite lingers in this nasal cavity, that smell of fish that were sold down by the docks of Kazel still haunting him in his memory. The rest of Slavista is beautiful; its nature is so rich and aspiring. Very colorful, the tree�s sway in the breeze that had come from gliding swiftly over the ocean�s surface�step after step, Damien continues on his way as the hours pass him by. Moving during the light of day. . o O (�I will find you, Master. I will bring you home�) O o . Treading through the brush of the thick forest around the Bloodstone City, sticks snap beneath his feet, leaves crunch; no animals seem to be anywhere in sight. The simple thought of these vampires hunting down and killing everything with a beating heart makes sense in his mind, knowing that vampire�s are at the top of the food chain ever since Lord Vain had taken the reigns on the world of Durellia. . o O (�No�) O o . After the hours have passed him by, the sun is starting to fall. Growing tiresome from the constant walking pace of traveling that he has succumb to, he stops for a moment of rest, chewing on an apple and a herd of cheese that he had brought with him for rations. Drinking from a canister of water to keep him-self hydrated, Damien screws the cap; back onto the canister, before placing it back into his carrying kit. . o O (�I�m close, I can sense your presence ahead, Master�) O o . After taking a half an hour to forty-five minutes to catch his breath and sit down underneath a tree for shade, staying off of his feet in the process. Damien rises and presses forward, knowing that it�s not wise to be in a thick forest where vampire�s hunt when the sun has completely gone down. Vampires for one are nocturnal and can see in the dark, and for two; you don�t have much room to run even if you tried to retreat. . o O ( The mountain range should be just up ahead, this forest is larger than I had thought. Damn, I hope so. If I get one more mosquito bite, I�m going to snap�and these fucking knat�s have been pissing me off ever since I entered this damn forest. I have to keep moving; staying here will be suicide in another hour or two. ) O o . From back when he arrived on Kazel to now, he had to travel North-East, before directly North, to now; where he has finally broken the tree-line of the forest that wraps around the Bloodstone City�s outer walls. In awe, Damien stops walking to look up at the large mountains in front of him, mountains that scrape the sky. A cold gust of wind brushes up his spine and he shivers. . o O (�there�s the pass-way in the mountain range�) O o . �Damien heads toward the passageway in the mountains, then stops� . o O (�Faye�) O o . Picturing the face of his lover in the back of his mind, having second thoughts of never going home once he gets through this mountain range; he knows there won�t be an option to turn back if he doesn�t, now. . o O (�please�forgive me�) O o . �Damien continues onward through the mountain range, heading to Mora...

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