As The Vampires took over and their thirst for blood quickened, sceptics prevented the idea of attempting to summon Strife himself...it had been done in the past, but again time brought with it a sense of legend. Our people divided into sects of their own belief...I do not blame them, as it became a game of survival. Enevitably the elders split apart, the old ways failing to keep the newer generations following. One by one I watched each sect fall, each day was a blood bath of death messages and with the night, came another wave of attack...we were truly doomed to be nothing but food for the immortals...I do not know if it is true, but I heard one morning, the rumours that 'Elehun the eldest' as we called him, the first elder, had dissapeared in the night and was found transposed into Stone atop a hill not far from the east baracade. My father said nothing of it, his eyes simply glazed from that point on...
A year had passed and I was nearing five now...and lucky so far to have escaped the clutches of the evil that stalked us so. We had not heard from any other sect in four months and we believed ourselves the last at this time...it wasnt long now...thats what my mother said each day...I was never sure what she meant that to mean.
We kept on the move, hiding in woodland and mountainous area...and one night we came upon an empty village...my father decided that this place was the safest in which to be, and so we stayed...we stayed three nights. Guard look outs were asigned to the borders, and for two nights we were safe...those nights were spent in contemplation and in decision...we prayed to strife...my god did we pray...you could say that mine were certainly answered, but to a most ill effect...
Unsure of the reasons for all these happenings, my father pleaded helplessly to the heavens, searching for an answer...his Prayers were answered harshly on the third night...
We were attacked by the fabled and oldest of the Vampires...a monster i've feared my entire life, a creature I quaked at the very thought of...a hurricane of history and he attacked viciously and with no conviction...there was blood, there was blood everywhere, it happened so quickly, my mother and father barred the doors and windows...we hid in a corner behind an upturned table...my mother held me to her heart, i'll never forget the curdling scream and the crunch of her neck as he broke through the walls and ripped her from me...my father wept tears of silence and spoke one word in the second he had left..."hope"...the ripped bodies were left heaped upon the floor and he looked down at me, shaking...the terror I felt within his lying slow movement...the way the air around him played games with my eyes...he looked down as I huddled in silent whimpers and short breaths and he took me up an inch within those teeth...and he stared me in the eye...he mumbled in an ancient tongue I knew nothing of and then he placed me to the ground once more...reaching within a blood ridden pocket he pulled from it Strife's necklace...Elehun had worn it during the most sacred of rituals...and he placed it around my neck...I felt the weight of the world had been lain upon my shoulders...tourment, disfigured anguish and hatred...I felt so much in that moment..."Hear me now, Last Lionheart...I curse you...I curse you with the blood of your own people, I curse you with your ways of life, I curse you with your Love, You die now little one...and you'll die again forever...make the choice and one day our paths cross again..." and with that he left me...and with him...he took all I had ever loved and ever held dear...and there I was within the sea of red...alone.
After that I took up my fathers Gunblade and took off into the night...The extermination of our species calmed the vampires into a more background role in society and they re-wrote history excluding us...I watched from afar as a new world formed, a world of turmoil and petty war...I got by on what I had learned from my people, living on food scavanged from taverns and people that took pitty as they passed by...my body aged slowly as the years passed where as in actuality my mind progressed normally over the following centuries...Those years were filled with uncertainty uncovering the truth of the words that creature spoke, and what curse loomed over my heavy heart...touching the lives of thousands, I was destined to destroy any good I tried to form...floods of tears became a dry and empty vally within which there was nothing...emotions became hollow and love smelt of death wherever it birthed...blessed with the power of this disgrace I wondered from land to land, crossed oceans, searching for what I might call peace.