Broken Faith (Chapter 2)

Broken Faith (Chapter 2)

 

I was a man of faith until a vampire revealed to me part of the living Vampire Doctrine.  Now I know since the dawn of man’s existence, our ancestors worshiped them as gods and goddesses.  As a result, our holy books that speak of messengers, prophets and what they did are loosely based on these bloodsuckers.  In our ignorance we know some of them as the Biblical Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel, or mighty angles…even God.  However, the true names of these vampires are lost in the annals of time to all except a few surviving immortals from the days called ‘The Beginning’.  In the beginning there was a god that created heaven and earth.   Mayhem followed the first day, and it was far from good.  The five days after were no better.  Now six thousand years later we are the result of those volatile times.

            Depressed after learning these facts, I felt I no longer knew myself or could understand my place in existence.   The myopic world I was once convinced carried all truth was ripped away.  In its place I was left with a new quest to intimately seek and discover reality for myself beyond- books.  Oh, and I needed this quest.  I yearned to believe in something again in order to have purpose and live life; maybe even redevelop faith in at least my own judgment. Or, I dare say, learn to believe in a Supreme God, and accept that monsters in the world only exist to glorify goodness in some round-about way.

            Coming to understand more of the truth, I know that Adam, the most ancient of vampires is entombed in what the vampires call ‘A place that cannot be found’.  With his whereabouts lost to the living, there are dead who know, but they are not telling a soul.  However, Adam must be found for there to be a chance of hope for mankind.  His blood is the key to closing a door used by a mystic race to enter our world.  If given the chance this matriarchic society will enslave the human male population of earth, and wipe the vampire species from existence.  In other words, for me, this is a classic case of choosing between the lessor evils…

Vampires have sought the First Father, Adam, for eternities, giving up hope.  There are still a few who know of his only living son, Cain, and that he has a unique connection to his father that may be able to lead him to the hidden king.  But Cain himself is buried in a secret place and unable to escape.  He is plagued by dark forces that would destroy us all if given the chance.  Some would prefer he be left to rot.  Others doubt he will be found, but if he is, they are ready to destroy him. 

Those who doubt in god, believe in the devil, and speak of Cain as the incarnation of that demon in vampire form.  Though Cain does not know he is a vampire, and is oblivious to his dormant power, it is almost certain he would upset the balance of…what is preferred.  At the same time, Cain is sick, having been infected by a mysterious race that have seeped into the deepest regions of his psyche. 

 If Cain did know of his capabilities as a vampire with blood of the First Father flowing through his veins, he would have freed himself and used the connection to his father to seek revenge by destroying him; even with it meaning for certain the evil coming through to this dimension would flourish and end men and vampires.  Revenge and anger can be reckless. 

Then again, if Cain did know of his power, maybe the race that has infected his mind would use him for their purposes.  Who can say?  These are unpredictable, perilous times.

Layers of awful lies have been the foundation of the human race for longer than our mortal histories can trace.  Our secret societies that have dominated eras, running empires for millennia, unbeknownst, only serve the will of the blood sucking vampires, whom I hate with fire that burns through my stomach.  My hatred is not exclusive.  I hate with equal passion their nemesis, the witch race that antagonizes them freely in the absence of the First Father. They are the force that enters our dimension through the door that cannot be shut but by the vampire king.

I am only a man, an old man.  And I search for something strong enough to fill the void in my soul while I live with the knowledge of these terrible secrets.  Because my eyes are open, I see the scrimmages around me.  I see the war that wages, and I wonder...how was I ever so blind?  I wonder will we survive.

 

-Father Donovan Edmasses

                                                    2004

 

 

            One year earlier… Father Donavan staggers into a dimly lit hall.  Sweat slides down his wrinkled face.  His breathing is labored, and a tight knot swells deep in his chest twisting until he grimaces right as his stare falls to a younger priest who lies in a pool of crimson fluid.  The dead man’s eyes are fixed in surprise.  His flush face is screwed into a knot of fright and agony.

            With muffled sobs the old man beats a fist against his dead friend’s chest as if to resuscitate the victim.  Pulling himself away, realizing he was now covered in blood, he dry-heaves.  Standing, he sways, then his knees buckle as he vomits.

            “I curse God.”  He wipes saliva and slime from his mouth with a blood-soaked sleeve leaving his face smeared.  Weeping until his throat grew sore, he finally mumbles inaudible words from the depth of his tortured soul.  Clenching a raised fist, eerie black light seeps from between his strained fingers.  Blood spills from his trembling grip- dark purple blood from generations past.  It is a power he has run from; but no more.

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[Valkyrie Warrior]

This is very good!! Just one little thing I think you should start a new paragraph after "One year earlier".