DOAA

My name is Cormac Mac Airt, but most know me as DOAA, Death of an Angel. I used to be almost human but that was very long ago, too long for me to remember even. I am one of the oldest gangrel vampires that still roam the Earth, and has not yet gone into hiding. There was no point to hide. I had all the power in my arms, and anyone who crossed my path would surely suffer the consequences. I am the leader of a group of creatures called the pack. Made up of Gangrel vamps that I have embraced, a large group of wolves, and other wilderness roaming creatures. We work like a wolf pack for that is what we are, I am a wolf, I am the beast that howls in the night and stalks you in the shadows.

Before I became kindred I was not entirely human. i was half man and half wolf. You see I used to rule over an Irish kingdom called TARA. the most magnificent kingdom in all of the world at the time. It was the source of all the world's white magic, the very kingdom being built from the magical bedrock of the Emerald Isle by the most powerful druids in the world. When Tara was built it was ruled over by Dierdriu, Tara's first Highqueen and the greatest ruler Tara had ever seen. Dierdriu's sworn enemies were the Morganna, a group of three witches from the Northern part of Ireland, beyond the Mourne Mountains, where the darkness dwelled. Morrigan was their leader, posessing the art of enchantment, the other two were her sisters, Scald-Crow who possesed the art of shapeshifitng, and the third sister Macha, who commanded the armies of creatures from the pit.

During one of the most historical battles Dierdriu ever fought in, "The Battle of the Trees", Dierdriu and her armies faced all three of the Morganna. the battle was long and bloody. it was said whoever posessed the trees of Tara would control all the magic of Ireland, the Morganna wanted this and Dierdriu would not stand for it. At the climax of the battle Dierdriu decided there was only one thing that could be done she had to put the trees to sleep so noone could posess them. Her druids did the spell and the trees fell alseep. Morrigan angry at this act, cursed the very kingdom of Tara saying that after Dierdriu, no human shall ever rule the throne of Tara again, for if one did Tara will fall.

Dierdriu was too clever though. She commanded the druids of Tara to create an enchantment, an enchantment that allowed a certain selected few to bed with the animals, to create half breeds, not quite human and not quite animal. These families would be the next ruling class of Tara. Dierdriu's family bedded with the wolves, other families of the nobilty bedded with the panthers, the eagles, the swans, the lions. the chariot horses, and the deer. Throughout the year many who served the kingdom or did honor to the highking would be rewarded by being allowed to bed with an animal to create another bloodline. This had caused many more halfbreeds, many of them not even documented.

I was born of the wolf bloodline. Wolf blood cursing through my viens. Since I was one of Dierdriu's direct descendants I was the heir to the throne after my father, who was Dierdiru's son. I took posession of the throne and ruled for a long time, until the usurpers came and concocted lies to make the people rebel and throw me from my throne sending me into exhile for eternity into the "Satchlet", binded by magic to remain in the castle only being able to be freed by a purebred human not of our time. This started one of the most amazing adventures of my life.

Upon my exhile one of the lion bloodline took my throne, one named, Eochaid Bres. But Eochaid was just a pawn, he was a puppet, being controlled by his mother Mab Bres, and her advisor, one of the fox bloodline named Bricui. They were the ones that made up the lies and exhiled me, although after a while the people found out they were lied to and the nobilty, my cousins, knew that soon they would have to do something.

In the far future, long after my time the beast called the Apocalypse scorched the earth, the end of the world if you will, destroying civaliztion. Leaving only a few bands of survivors scattered across the world to pick up the pieces and recreate civlation. In Ireland it was like back in my time, farms were raised again to grow potatoes and livestock were beginning to be raised again. The Apocalypse had caused many families to give birth to mutants, deformed people. So in order to stop these mutants and to prevent inbreeding, for many of the the records of who was related to who were destroyed, a book called the kin book was created. And Marriges were no longer to be of love but instead arranged, families sold their daughters to the highest bidder. Now this is where two of the greatest people I had ever known came into my life, Flynn O'Connor and Joanna Grady.

Now throughout Flynn and Joanna's scorched land, the Apocalypse left behind pieces of land that glowed. Coined the "Glowing Lands" it was forbidden for anyone to enter these lands. Flynn had always been one of extreme imagination which in the days after the devastation was very very rare. On one faithful night flynn was approcahed by an organization that Flynn's father belonged to, Assigned to protect the glowing lands and make sure noone entered them. Flynn was told the secret of the glowing lands, the fact that the lands were tears in the time curtain, and the glowing lands in Ireland, lead people to my time.

Joanna and Flynn were in love, deeply in love, From the first day they saw each other. But Joanna's father did not like the O' Connor family so he would not let Flynn and Joanna marry. Instead Joanna was sold to a dirty pig farmer named Muldoney. Joanna ran away from them into Flynn's arms and they spent a night of love together. But Joanna knew the first place her father and Muldooney would search for her would be at the O'Connor farm, the only place she knew noone would follow her into were the glowing lands, so she fled.

As she entered the glowing lands she heard the songs of the "Sidh" creatures that I hired to bring Joanna to the place where I was exhiled. The Sidh were the most purely magical beings in Ireland. Living beneath the seas and rocks, the scavengers of the world, greedy for human souls. Their music being the strongest enchantment that has ever been known. Noone knew what they looked like, for the druids said gazing upon the true form of the Sidh would cause you to go insane and ask for death. The only thing that I had ever saw of the Sidh were the dancing of lights that resembled the Aurora Borealas.

The Sidh lead Joanna to me and she freed me from my restraints. Upon first seeing Joanna I knew that the prophecy was true. That Joanna was indeed the highqueen returned she was indeed Dierdriu reincarnated, and was one half of what would save Ireland from the grasp of the Erl King, the very one that commanded the dark magic of Ireland and was also helping out Mab and Bricui maintain control over Tara. The other half was yet to to arrive in my time, Flynn, who the prophecy stated would be Finn Macool returned, the Druid warrior and lover of dierdriu.

As expected. Flynn followed Joanna into the glowing lands, but instead of arriving at the destination Joanna did, Flynn landed outside the gates of Tara. It was once said that the only way one could enter the palace of Tara was too posess an art. Now I don't think that myth was true but many of the bloodlines posessed something called the "Samhilt" or the "Mindsong". This allowed us to communicate with the animals, but it also allowed us to communicate with others heads, and allowed us to read others thoughts, although it was against Tara's code to dwell into someone's deep thoughts. Flynn posessed the Samhilt and was admitted into the the walls of Tara.

During Eochaid's rule the Samhilt was outlawed because his bloodline and the fox bloodline did not posess the mindsong. So they outlawed it. Brucui knew something was not right and took Flynn as a spy. My father had outlawed human sacrifices when he ruled and i kept the law when I ruled. The Beltane festival was just around the corner and Bricui decided Flynn would be the first human sacrifice in a hundred years. At Beltane a large wicker man was burned. The wicker man was hollow and contained various animals to be sacrificed and was magically sealed so nothing could escape, and during this festival it would also contain Flynn.

Bricui snuck Flynn into the wicker man and sealed it so he could not escape. As the wicker man was rolled into the bonfire, an ancient chant began to emit from the druids followed by everyone gathered around the the fire. Noone, not even the druids, knew what the phrases meant, but it was passed down throught the centuries so it was just a tradition now to go sing the phrase at the festival. but oddly enough Flynn knew what the phrase meant althouh he had never heard it before, he was now Finn Macool, just like Joanna had become Dierdriu, Flynn had become Finn. At the exact right time Fynn yelled the command that caused the wicker man to open, and at the shock of everyone who did not know there was a human sacrifce, escaped. The remainder of the bloodline that were still loyal to me, Conaire the eagle, CuChulainn the chariot horse, Oscar the deer, and Etain and her twin Midir the swans, rallied with Flynn and set out with him, to find Joanna and I, meet with Cait Fian the panther and form an army to fight against the Erl King, and the ones who lied and exhiled me from my throne.

We all met within the walls of Cait Fian's kingdom in the middle of the mourne mountains. All of the bloodline called up the animals, their blood brothers, and we began our quest to head South back to Tara to the battle. When we arrived at Tara, the dark Ireland was waiting and the battle ensued. The trees were magically awoken and fought alongside us, defeating the Darkness and regaining Tara to the rightful ruler, me.

Soon after, Flynn and Joanna were returned back to their own time and Tara prospered, and again became the most powerful kingdom in Ireland. I married and had one child, named after the one who saved my throne, Flynn. My wife went into a deep sleep soon after Flynn was born and I sent my only son to be rasied by the druids, in honor of my wife's memory. He returned to me on his 16th birthday to lead the Fiana. All was well until; Flynn's 22 birthday, That is when the remaining forces of the Dark ireland formed a surprise raid and attacked us when we were not ready. we all fought valantly but in the end Tara was destroyed and burned to the ground. All my family were killed and If any others of the bloodline survived I have not heard, so I believe they are all dead. I too was on my deathbed, laying in my own blood the wolves surrounding me, protecting me while I breathed my last breathes. Then she appeared, power eminated off of her, power enough to cause the wolves to split their guard over me and let her through. She was a beautiful creature. In my state I thought she had to be one of the Sidh themselves come to claim the soul of the Wolking and bring me to their caves under the sea. But it was not a Sidh, I later came to know she was a kindred of the Gangrel clan, giving me the gift of eternal life for she deemed me worthy of bearing it. She turned me and created what i am now. With the wolfblood in me I survived as a Gangrel very well. The beast within me before the embracement merged with the beast that was created when I tasted the kindred blood. merged as one, making me one of the most powerful Gangrels ever to roam the Earth. I now live in a forest of my creation, a forest of enchantment. A cavern brhind the Sidh Waterfall is where I call home and here I will remain, ruling over THE PACK and protecting what is mine, my life and the lives of my family.


*you close up the book and look towards the cave mouth one last time....thinking you see the silhouette of a large crouched figure, with burning red eyes.*

Leave the forest
Investigate the eyes