Prologue
“Your kind will be feared... You will all be hunted for as long as you all live.”
Blood soaks in the cloth of the white dress as if the purity of one's soul gets tainted by the world they are living in. Beamed by the moonlight showing grace unto her face that was veiled with her long black hair. Her pure complexion had a hint of blood. Her eyes were projecting a glare that was fueled by hate. She was staring at the man.
As the moonlight tore through the clouds, the concealed ground finally revealed the surrounding of the two figures. It was a small village, full of corpses. The woman's gaze was full of hate on the tall man who was only playing with his long and sharp fingernails, wearing a black suit. The man's blond hair showed an emphasis on the pale complexion with red blood eyes. He didn't look like human.
“This was your doing.” The woman said, clenching her fists.
“I barely touched these fragile humans.” The tone of the man was calm.
He was calmly looking at the corpses around him. It was a gruesome sight to see. The remains were mauled, torn, and ravaged. The woman gritted her teeth, malicious fangs behind the soft lips were ready to sink in the flesh of the man.
“It won't be long till they wipe your existence from this world.”
The man saw a sole survivor, a young kid. For a young kid to hold his dead mother's cold hands, his eyes were full of hate. The man saw through the vengeful eyes. He walked towards the kid slowly.
“This boy, he doesn't seem to feel anything. Not even fear, not even death.” The man went behind the child. Gently holding onto his shoulder.
The man lets out a bittersweet smile and went closer to the young boy. He couldn't smell fear. He couldn't smell despair. The scent he could only gasp is hate.
“Ah yes, the most symphonic emotion of all, hatred. Mark this hate in your heart, young one, engrave the memories with the people you love. Never... Let.... Go...” The vampire looked at the female figure.
“I will avenge you, boy.” He stood up and emitted a powerful aura, shadows started to consume the man. He was ready to tear down the woman.
Just as soon as his sharpened claws were ready, he suddenly stopped. He immediately concealed his presence and looked at the distance.
“Reeks of purity.” He scoffed.
He looked back at the child who still had vengeful eyes. He bid his farewell to the boy.
“You will be safe, boy. One day, our fates will cross.”
The man shredded into shadows and vanished, leaving the young boy in the care of the incoming people. The men that arrived weren't humans. They look terrifying, tall figures with stones as their covering, terrifying faces of demonic spawns. Though their aura, filled with purity. Gargoyles.
“We.. have failed.” Declared by one gargoyle.
"There is one survivor!" Another one declared.
Four gargoyles went towards the boy and the rest looked at the woman.
“Was this your doing?” One gargoyle stood tall, his rough hands clenched into fists.
“I didn't. It wasn't me.” The woman took a step back, she feared for the wrong turn.
One gargoyle, who was wearing an armor glimmering in gold. The gargoyle had enough.
“Blood on clothes, I sense an evil presence in your soul. Your kind has been preying on the human race one final time. You now understand why you all must die. You, feral monstrosities, will be scoured off the land.” The gargoyles were taking closer steps to the woman.
“It.. Wasn't... Me!” She turned her back on them and ran away. She started running as fast as she can, the pace was too fast for a normal human.
‘It wasn't me’. The woman made haste, far away from the village that was gruesomely destroyed.
