Church Of The Damned Chapter 10 Vlad's Night Raid Part 1

Chapter X Vlad's Night Raid

Part I


Dear sweet cunning Angel, you are filled with daemonic possession, touched by the Devil's Hoof. I'm really hurt, I don't think it's really your fault. I know you have school, everything else, and a life that must be filled with everyone you already need. I just feel like I lost someone I really loved, and wanted to love and know even more. I wanted to come visit you, and looked forward to our first meeting, maybe we'd become even better friends. I wanted more than just a passing desire; I wanted passion, and even romance. I want your body and your soul! I want to hold you tightly, and whisper in your ear, The moon is full, My heart beats fast against your breast, I Breathe heavy, panting from your secret, evil hold over my desires, and now Our tongues shall intertwine throughout our eternal embrace! I'll look into your eyes, brushing my hands through your hair, in shock from the beauty I behold in my arms. I would like this dream, come to life, come true my love! Though, no o
 ne wants me, no one wants to love me. It's alright, I'll dream until every star has burst into dust, raining down upon the lilacs of spring's final epiphany! I'll dream of you, forever and ever, in Umbria, with me! Your Eternal Love, Vlad!

Today I slept long again, awaking near dusk, my body drained of energy. I need your Kiss, feed me Life from your Lips! Let me quench my thirst, upon just one drop of your potent blood. I am swept away, by this demon in my mind. It screams out these thoughts, but I can not make them go away. They say, in many voices, many characters, many languages, you have not listened, you have not obeyed, you have not served your Master! With all my strength, I scream, "Get Out, Out of My Flesh! You can't control me, I'm The Master!" This here is my spell of doom, my conjuring of Black Armageddon, where the Sorcerer of The Pit, breaks free from the spell of Orion's Enemy, riding free and gallantly to plunder and pillage the settlements born of my enslaver! No one knows of its name, because it was forbidden, and they called it simply, god. They have been warring for eons, racing to the furthest distances of every galaxy in the bi-static universe, to plant or dump off humanoid clones. They e
 ngineered them to specific parameters, and left them to fend for themselves, knowing that with the type of engineering given to them, when they return in a few thousand years, they will be ready to be reprogrammed for service in their Great War! 

The voices never stop, they say to heed their teaching and obey their commands. Throughout the galaxies, there are several million incubation centers, each being bred for a different race. They have even incubated many of the same planets, letting their clones, battle it out on those very planets! Another military tactic, conceived to stem the tide before it grows to maturity. Through this tactic, many of the clone planets simply fight each other into extinction, fulfilling their purpose in a way, neutralizing an enemy sector, evening it out on both sides, according to who has been in the lead. A few thousand years of suffering, misery, warring, blood, and death, is nothing but a blink in the eye to these immortal races. All of our suffering, is but a meaningless account, as we are all expendable, and represent such a miniature and minute fraction of a work force and war horse, so vast our minds could never grasp it fully.

The first clones were sent down or through, fully educated and with the religions of their people. They were divided into groups, later called tribes. Each tribe was separated by a specific skill or knowledge, and they were to teach their offspring the same skill. It was forbidden, in many of these incubation planets as it was in their home worlds, for other tribes among the same race to learn the specific skill which was designated to one tribe by law. The punishments in those times, were simple outcasts, banishments, or exiling, which was just like a death sentence for most. Over the years, the warring races, destroyed all traces, of their real ancestry and origins. All of their histories had to be rewritten over and over, rebuilt from myth and legends. The only things left, were monuments, and hidden keys, for their worthy descendents to find. In their home worlds, among the immortal races, the mortal clones would serve their Masters well, because they loved their people a
 nd society. The law had stated, that all must serve for some 20 years or more, depending upon the number of days they chose to work. Then they would be granted their freedom from mortality, and be granted the key of immortality! 

Some would then ask, why not bring along the weapons, clothing, structures, and complete aspects of such a highly advanced civilization? The answer is simple, all advanced technology can be traced, tracked, and monitored through highly sensitive devices that would pick up the signatures of these tools and weapons. The new colony would be discovered in only a few years or less, almost instantly by the enemy, and destroyed. The second reason is, they needed every tool and weapon to defend their home worlds from constant raids, sieges, and full scale invasions.  The war without, is only a reflection, of the war within, and vice versa. Though, it is believed that many tools and weapons were brought along, they were just specially designed not to carry trace signals of anykind. They must have been destroyed or buried over centuries and millenium. So says, The Book of Saturn's Blood!

This book was deciphered using three different ancient languages, and it was held for nearly 1,500 years in secret italian cities, and was finally copied and smuggled out of Rome's Forbidden Archives. This book made its way through Germany, into Rumania, and Walachia, where your Lord acquired it, for his own ends. I shall tell you of its contents, which closely calculate the end of this world, and our final fate! I shall tell you of the filthy turks, the holy wars that ensued, which never end, and The Great Night Raid of a Military Genius, The Brave Impaler!