The insides of a dark, underground vault with ancient and mysterious paintings hung on the walls lit up in red hue.
Leading down to a large door at the end, it opened up and revealed a large room. In this room were rows of people dressed in black cloaks. On the backs of their cloaks laid the imprint of a snake eating itself, in the shape of infinity, figure 8 laid sideways.
These people moved in a rhythmic pattern, humming a single sentence along.
"Ekre Min Sah."
On a platform stood four distinct figures, of which two held a staff each. On each staff laid the brazen image of a snake eating itself in the shape of infinity, a figure 8 laid sideways.
Another figure that had been walking down the vault entered the room, and bowed before the four figures on the platform.
"Emmisaries have been sent to kill him, your Lordships." The figure spoke.
The four figures collectively exchanged glances with one another, then faced the bowing figure before them.
"Then do it quickly and painfully, ensure he does not survive." One responded loudly, the voice echoing across the room.
"Yes, my Lord." The figure affirmed.
"You may leave." The fourth figure instructed, and the bowing figure complied, taking off it's cloak to reveal the face of a haggard Witch with a blind eye.
As the Witch exit the room, the first figure began to utter
"A prophecy, a ruse. Now our plans begin, and leave no bolts unscrewed. Death only lies ahead of New Orleans, and chaos shall ensue. Behold the rise of the Alpha, and life shall be born anew."
"Life will be reborn, and power will only belong to us!" The second figure added.
"For we are the Dharman, and we utter just one spell"
'Ekre Min Sah"
The third figure added and they all bellowed in evil laughter.
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A bright day in the streets of Algiers. The waterside community bursting with energy as the citizens went through their daily routine.
A young man in a fading brown hoodie rushed through the crowd, obviously escaping from someone or something.
He crashed against a Fish monger pushing her truck of freshly caught Fish and fell. As he got up, his hoodie came off his face, revealing the face of a young man, bony, with roughly unkempt beards running from the base of his ears to his chin.
"Sorry" he muttered before breaking into a sprint.
Two men immediately rushed after him, not minding the mess they caused as they trampled on people's feet and traders' goods. They got to a juncture and stopped, wondering where the young man ran to.
Angered, they turned back, returning to where they came from.
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The skinny young man stopped behind a building in an alleyway breathing heavily. He had just escaped debtors again, workers of a mob boss he should not have dealt with. Worse, this mob boss was a vampire, and he, a mere Omega Wolf without a pack stood no chance in fighting his thugs off.
He dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out a loaf of bread, breaking it into two.
Life had been hard for Ben Beloux, a young man no more than 23.
Raised in a middle class family until he was 15, he lost both parents to a mysterious event which the police swept under the carpet silently. With his parents' insurance company going bankrupt, he had nothing to rely on as he knew no other family as a child, dropping out of high school as he mentally weakened.
Working menial jobs for peasants and traders, he struggled to survive, but how much more was he going to do? Eventually, he got introduced to a business venture by someone he considered a friend. A venture leading him to take an unofficial loan, making him indebted to the mob boss till date. The business venture went badly as a he fell a victim to a scam, a decision he still regret till the present.
Now, he sought refuge in the same Alley tragedy befell his life. The Alley his parents were murdered.
Pulling a hard paper box from behind a trash box, he sets on the floor and lays, embracing a cold, dark sleep to be filled with nightmares again.
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Alpha Kyle Lance emerged from his estate dressed in a pair of black, slim fit joggers and a dark blue sweat shirt. With a pair of sneakers on his feet, he jogged outside the estate, increasing his pace to a run.
Being a supernatural creature, he possessed unimaginable speed as he dashed through streets and corners, jumping over fences and into the slums.
He made a stop, staring at a dark alley that had been sealed off for years. It reminded him of a dark past, one belonging to his dearest sister.
On this spot, 6 years ago was where she got her Wolf form, making her first human kill.
It was a nice old couple on their way home from work, and he remembered hearing Lyla's howl in her Wolf form before rushing in to settle the situation. This was his deep secret, one he held dear.
He abruptly stopped thinking and made a sharp turn, evading a blade aiming for his head. He spun around, facing his assailant.
"No one" he muttered.
Another blade whipped quickly at him and he brushed it off with his right arm.
"Spatial attacks." He grumbled, then suddenly smirked. He saw his attacker already, although his assailant thought otherwise. As another blade hurled towards him from an upward angle, he grabbed it and whipped it sideways, striking his attacker's throat in the darkness of the shadows, causing them to fall face flat, forming a pool of blood beneath their neck.
His palms slightly burned and he wiped them across his pants. He realised the blades had been dipped in Wolfsbane and chuckled.
They probably never did enough research on him to know Wolfsbane merely hurt him, but wasn't deadly to him. He swerved backwards, evading a sudden blow.
A strange creature with a rough face, and sharp, disarrayed teeth screamed at him. Its hairy body heaving up and down as its short tail straightened.
It was a Wendigo, an abomination, a species descending from the first ever wolf and vampire hybrid that didn't go well.
It rushed towards him and he jumped, evading it's attack. Before it could land a blow on him, he slammed his right leg into its back, knocking it forward. He immediately picked one of the knives used to attack him earlier and plunged it into its skull, instantly ending it.
He looked ahead and his eyes glowed in a bright reddish color. He was about to transform when he suddenly realised he had been surrounded.
He looked ahead of him and cursed.
"How the hell is my City flooded with Wendigos?"