A loud scream bellowed from his red stained lips. Blood dripped from his fangs. Seraph punched the alley wall with his fist. His victim laid dead behind him with his bite marks in her neck. Despite all of his effort he could not ward off the temptation. Once again he had fallen to his primal instincts and taken an innocent life. Agony filled his heart. Tormented by his own evil desires, the vampire wept openly.

Seraph unsheathed his sword and stared at it long and hard. He thought about ramming it into his cursed heart to end the disease once and for all. He shook nervously as the moonlight shimmered of the edge of the dark blade. He wanted more than anything for the monster within him to die, but he could not take his own life.

Seraph could feel the black storm calling to him. He could feel the darkness within the sword pulling on his heart, searching for attention. It tried to sooth him, to surrender himself to the darkness to never feel pain again, but the vampire could not. He dropped the sword to his feet and bellowed into the night sky once more.

“Mordecai,” he screamed to the heavens, “why did you choose me? What did I do to deserve this? I had a good life! I had a family and friends. I was well respected. Why have you cursed me? Am I simply a slave to my fate? This was your curse; why did you pass it on to me?”

Lómëdor once more, night filling the skies and lamps lighting up the streets of the city. Zenith Meria, the Archangel of Life, was out on this night to check for any unusual activity for he had heard that people had been going missing in town and when their bodies had been found that they had bite marks in their necks, a clear sign of a vampire attack. Knowing this as a fact Zenith had taken it upon himself to rid Lómëdor of this evil and save those within it as best he could. From the building he was perched upon the angel narrowed his eyes, which then turned red in colour, as began to use his power of heat vision to scan the streets below him for any unusual.

As he longingly look for activity out of the ordinary Zenith soon heard the yells of a man erupting into the night air, quickly turning his head towards where the voice had come from Zenith seen clearly seen the hear outline of a living being, with a rapidly cooling dead body not to far from him. Could it have been the vampire? Zenith was not sure as of yet but he had to find out just in case he had already found his target.

Using his powers he teleported down near where the yelling man was and turned his vision back to normal, looking at the body on the ground Zenith could clearly see some blood upon the ground as well as two pulsating holes in the victims neck, he had found the one he was sent to destroy!

Leaping down from the building he was on and landing gracefully upon the hard ground Zenith stepped towards the vampire while saying, “You there! You taken your last life! I am here to make sure your damned soul is sent back to the underworld vampire scum!” With these words clearly spoken Zenith withdrew Salvations Judgement into his right hand and waited on the vampires reply.

Seraph was startled by the angel’s sudden appearance. He quickly grabbed his sword from the ground and stumbled backwards. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he let the appearance of the angel sink in. The gods have sent an assassin to dispatch of me. I guess I am not surprised. I only wish they had come before I had been turned.

“What took you,” Seraph asked the angel in a mocking tone, “how many lives must be taken before you appear? You only now show yourself, after the curse has taken its toll? Or is it that you are powerless to stop the curse? Perhaps Mordecai was too much for you. If so, what makes you think you can defeat me? I have inherited his powers through the curse. If you were powerless to stop him, then how can you stop me?”

Seraph shrugged letting his cloak fall from his back revealing his pale skin and skinny torso. He gripped the Black Storm and focused all of his strength on it. He allowed its black energy to pulse through his body. He screamed in pain as the flesh on his back ripped open. His one more gasp of anguish two long black leathery wings extended from the vampires back.

The two warriors were now facing each other. They appeared to be polar opposites of each other. One had majestic white angelic wings and wielded a blade filled with hope and life. The other had leathery black demonic wings and wielded a blade filled with despair and death. One was a blessing to worlds spreading good cheer wherever he went. One was a curse upon humanity doomed to cause sorrow and suffering where ever he went.

“For the sake of humanity, I hope you can defeat me because I cannot defeat myself. Show me no mercy. If you have the chance, destroy me without hesitation. The curse has given me great power; you may only have one shot at killing me.”

Slightly cracking his neck Zenith listened to the words of the one before him, this vampire clearly had a lot of power and the fact he had managed to get his hand on one of the Dark Blades proved that fact even more to the angel. Spreading out his angelic wings as far as they would go Zenith listened to the last of this dark fools words. He would have laughed, but somehow Zenith knew his power was true, the only thing was that this vampire had underestimated the power in which Zenith had stored inside of his form.

Parting his lips slightly he said to the vampire, “I will have you know, I may be young but I have been trained by the former Guardian of Holiness as well as completed all training under Lothlómendil as a Devine Protector. You shall not be slaying me as easy as those you have before. Tonight you have met your match vampire, and his name is Zenith Meria the Archangel of Life, and follower of the Holy Teachings of Arda. If need be I shall purge your body and set your soul free from the curse which has such a strong hold upon you. You shall be free in due time, my sympathy is with you.” With this said Zenith narrowed his eyes and allowed his aura to be seen clearly.

A bright and majestic white light spread around the form of Zenith Meria further showing his dedication to holiness, as well as his training under Lothlómendil. He was ready for this battle, and would do whatever it took to free this mans soul from the vampiric body in which it had been sealed for so long!

Seraph shook his head. “You also do not understand. I am not here to slay you. I am only trying to survive. I do not have to be more powerful than you to accomplish that. I only need to be more cunning, which will make your task more difficult, although, your risks will be less severe.”

Seraph focused the energy in his body. His body twitched, and his veins grew thick as they throbbed. The vampire summoned his magical powers and cast a spell over himself. His body became instantly stronger. He was given the strength of a bull multiplied by his own vampiric strength. He knew that the angel must have holy powers, and that he would need everything he had in order to survive.

Continuing to focus his magic, Seraph began to slowly walk toward the angel with his sword raised high. He cast a second spell over his body. His eyes grew bright red, and his blood turned to a raging fire. The vampire’s body began to surge with hear. He stopped his walk feeling the flames beginning to rise within him. He bent low and let a stream of fire erupt from his mouth towards the holy warrior.

Seraph did not hesitate with his next move. He did not wait to see the angel’s reaction. He quickly teleported onto the roofs above and took flight with his newly grown wings. The vampire was true to his words; he only tried to survive. He looked behind him as he took to the air, watching to see if the angel was going to follow him.

This vampire was different to what Zenith had seen before in his life, he did not want to battle but instead just to get away and his actions where proving that to be true. Zenith just watched on as the vampire stepped towards him; it was then that the angel seen his eyes turning red, which indicated to him that, some kind of spell had been cast. He was ready to counter whatever was coming to him and soon enough the vampiric man belched, if you will, a stream of fire towards Zenith. Quickly the angel jumped back to get a little distance from the oncoming flames and then he pushed his left hand out to activate out of his abilities given to him during his training with Lothlómendil, said ability protected Zenith from all magical attacks for a short period of time but while he held the flames at bay the winged being seen his enemy taking off into the air for his escape.

Not being able to leave his currently placement right now to take off after the vampire Zenith channelled his energy into a pendant that he wore around his neck, a pendant that let him see what was happening to any one person he wanted to and of course the person Zenith was locking his thoughts onto was the vampire whom had escaped from him. Clearly seeing the vampire flying off and looking back to see if Zenith was after him made the angel smile just that little bit. Still seeing the image the Archangel instantly vanished from sight and the flames engulfed where he was once stood.

By using the powers of teleportation once more Zenith had managed to appear in front of the vampire once again, his blade still drawn as he said, “Very nice first effort, but I am afraid it shall take much more than that to evade my, but first might you allow me to know the name of the soul cursed by the effects of vampirism?” Zenith was not one to instantly battle, he wanted to know who this person was, maybe even the reasons he had been made a vampire.

“Crap!” Seraph exclaimed as the angel appeared suddenly in front of him, So he can teleport as well. The vampire folded his wings to avoid flying into the angel, and landed onto the roof top a few feet below. Catching his breath he looked up to the angel, who was asking formalities before engaging in battle.

Seraph thought the creature’s behavior odd, but he did not question him about it. He merely answered his simple question, “I am Seraph. I guess you might say I am the son of Mordecai, because he is the one who turned me, or perhaps even, the son of Raku because he created us. If that is what you want to call it. I guess he didn’t really create us but instead twisted us into this pervert form of our former selves.”

Seraph answer was a bit long winded, but if the angel was going to exchange pleasantries, he might as well be polite. “And do you, Angel of Life, have a name, or are you simply known by your title? Do they even name you as you are created, or perhaps, they number you,” He asked not meaning to be rude, but he was curios.

While waiting for the reply, Seraph noticed something on the angel. It was a scrying pendant. He knew because he had one as well. The vampire now knew that escaping would prove more difficult. He could not think of anywhere he could flee to where the angel should not be able to find him. He would have to tire his opponent down in order to escape.

Looking down towards the vampire Zenith listened to his voice, while listening he to lowered himself down onto the same roof and took in every word of what was being said to him. With a slight smile Zenith then said, “Well Seraph I will speak the truth and say I am sorry for you that you have become a vampire, and as for my name well most people call my Zenith Meria. I may be young, but I have been training most of my life to stop the darkness of Arda. But with you I feel something different, it seems as though you don’t truly want to be a vampire correct? Seraph if you want to be free from your curse I could slay your current form, and then if you wish I can bring you back a form of your choosing. As long as your soul stays in tact anyway.” Once saying this Zenith slightly lowered his Holy Blade, he was not going to attack right away anymore. No he was offering this man before him help, or atleast the best help that he could offer.

If Seraph was to take up Zeniths offer to be basically reborn then the angel would do that for him, of course there was no guarantee that Seraph would could back as a good being. For all Zenith knew this man truly was evil, but just hated being cursed as a vampire for the rest of his life. If this was the case and Zenith killed him and brought him back then the angel would need to slay him once more as Zenith was not one to allow Rakus forces to cause terror on Arda if he could stop it. The choices were so confusing but in due time Zenith would have to make his mind up, it would just depend on if Seraph wanted the easy way out or if he wanted to continue their not long started battle.

Seraph laughed at the angel’s offer. Perhaps it was because he did not want to get his hopes up only to be denied, but the offer was something he could not accept. “I have fallen for too many false promises to trust even you, an angel,” he replied, “I cannot believe that you would bring me back from the dead. I do not like associating myself with the forces of Raku; it may, in fact, be the worst part of the curse. But I have already experienced death once. I am in no mood to allow myself to be destroyed again. You will have to earn my destruction the hard way I am afraid, but if you truly are as great as you claim to be, that should not be hard.

“Are we done with these formalities, or do you have other questions to ask me. I am in no hurry to struggle for my… well I guess it’s not a struggle for my life but my existence. Either way, I am not ready to give it up just yet.” Seraph stared at the angel as he slowly lowered himself to the same level. The vampire thought once more that this angel was very strange.

Seraph began moving his arms again, not in a threatening way but just to loosen them up. He stretched all around making sure to give all of his joints a good crack. I wonder if he even has the heart to slay me. Perhaps even with all of his powers, he is too soft.

Listening to his reply Zenith looked down towards the ground and thought to himself, “I just wanted to free him. But I guess I shall have to do this the hard way after all!” With this thought still fresh in mind Zenith tightened his grip upon Salvations Judgement and turned his gave towards the vampire once more. He had a serious look in his eyes which Zenith had never gotten before, a look that would tell others he was setting out to show them the truth, a look that filled up Zenith with great energy! Still looking at this vampire that went by the name of Seraph the Archangel of Life yelled out towards him, “You fool! I offer you a chance to redeem for your sins, to lose the curse that has been placed upon you and yet you still throw it back in my face like I am some kind of lying child? Then I will just have to free your soul the hard way then! Come on vampire lets get this over and done with already ok?” As the last of these angered words flew from his lips the golden flames around Zeniths sword flared up even more as he added more power into his flame blade spell.

Stepping towards Seraph it was now clear that Zenith had anger in his eyes, he would make the vampire pay! He would destroy his vampiric body and still keep his promise of bringing his soul back, Zenith Meria wanted to prove to this man that he was a man of his word and not just some child who said whatever might have been on his mind. The battle was about to start up again and Zenith was going to make the first move, he darted forward with great speed towards the vampire and ran his blade throw the air swiftly aiming for the beasts chest area in hopes of burning the flesh to make it easier for the blade to pierce in the finishing attack later on.

Seraph was a little taken aback at the angel’s sudden change in mood. This was more like what he had been expecting. The angel charged at him without much warning other than his battle cry. It was clear the formalities were over, and now was the time to fight. The vampire’s grip tightened as he readied himself.

Seraph little time to react, so instead of trying to dodge or black the attack he used magic. He took a step back as he cast his favorite spell. He liked it mostly because of the sensation in gave his body but also partly because it was not dark magic. The vampiric body burst into a gas and flowed easily across the heated sword.

Seraph had not anticipated that he could still be burned in this form. The golden flames cause a great burning pain to spread through his vapor form. When he transformed back the pain lessened a little, but he could still feel it spread throughout his body, mostly in his buttocks region.

Seraph thought for a second about how to counter. His first instinct was to use his flaming breath again, but he did not want to risk setting fire to all of Lomedor. Instead he lifted his own sword toward the angel and focus on drawing the magic from it. Thin black veins races down the steel of the blade until they reached the tip. When they got there, they erupted from the blade as projectiles of dark magic.