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CHAPTER ONE: THE DAY OF OUR LIVES
The world has progressed far ahead, far ahead now, in a very strange matter that no one would have understood that 2000 years ago, a great war was fought to defend the world that came to be now, that the man behind the fulcrum of peace was vampiric, a powerful vampire who survived the worst against his fate and triumphant over his victory against the world that is against him.

He is Kain, the one man who is praised for centuries for his greatness, his saving of Nosgoth, his ruling of it and his laws of his words.

he has never had a child, not one, even when he is human, he believes that it would only hinder him in his destiny and to be a vampiric being, he sacrificed his pride to the curse of vampirism. But he never looked back. he viewed his choice as the correct path, and the one he has chosen to walk.

The day now is 2009, Nosgoth Calendar, The Uni-Holy Date Records. the year is recorded since the dawn of humanity council of the pre-industrial council which was where Kain was first born, in the midst of humans that bear so little resemblance to his extraordinary fate.

The days have long been gone. Now and then, humans who are interested searched the ruins of the past, hoping to unearth the past of the once glorious civilization of vampires and human, believing it to be true.

It is true, but obviously as time went by, humans have long forgotten the unwritten history of the pillars, the time and the fate of which they are engaged to, The man, who built the world from his fate that destroyed all other fates, the one who sacrificed his death, to be one cursed creature, and to win against it.

******

He was hungry, as he picked up the sandwich that lay in his plate, slowly consuming it bite by bite.

his life is ordinary, he always thinks to himself that he wished the game characters would come alive and take hi away to a vibrant life of power, action and adventure, where he can be the hero and he will win against all sorts of difficulties.

He is aged 23 this year, barely out of the university and is looking ahead to find a nice job, at least one that guarantees him good pay, good life and the likes.

he looks ahead for anything that might come his way, he wished there was more spice to his life.

"you are spacing out again, Az..."

the voice of Simon Gent awakened him, he has been thinkin of some kinda adventure again, lately he seems to remember a lot of his weird adventure dreams a lot, he goes back to them a lot in a way that when he is eating, he zones out and could spend hours on a meal, ending up to find the noodles or the palate already cold and mushy.

"oh....i am at it again, the dreams, they seem to be well recorded, i can remember scenes where i am killing these people around me...am i going nuts...?"

" No, you just have a imaginary friend....haha..." Simon winced at his friend as he looks at him with a confused face.

Azriel Norren is a weird name to some, but he is always proud of it. he never complains over it. "you mean you are that imaginary friend?"

"i look real, don't I? c'mon, finish the sandwich and lets get going, the girls will be waiting for us at the mall..."

Simon wiggled his foot in a strange manner tipping side to side, but one thing is for sure, he is getting impatient.

hurriedly, Azriel finished the sandwich, careful not to let it choke him alive as he swallowed it whole, trying to close his mouth around it and mumbling between his teeth "ok....lets gogh..."

Simon turned on his electric bike as Azriel jumped to the pillion seat behind him. They have to rush to the centerhouse mall called Nosgoth Mall, which is a funny name to Azriel.

*****

The bike stopped, there are people everywhere, all walking around with bags of goods and then some with their families, all seemed in a happy mood and Azriel felt weird as he is feeling unwell, his stomach is churning somewhat.

Simon showed the way and let him to the mall entry, he has never been here before, gladly, Azriel followed.

The girls that they are about to meet is Ryna Linsell and Sharon Wong, both are former classmates when they are all in university and now with a separate lifestyle all unlike his own, Azriel felt like a drifter without a job, only managed to imagine he has one. Naturally, he never did, and his qualifications are too mediocre for one to apply for a good job.

Sharon greeted the two as Ryna came forward to pull onto Simon's arm, Azriel thought to himself again at how these two hook up, he knew that they were drunk last season and then all of a sudden these two were dating, this saddened him a bit as he looked at how alone he is very much so.

Sharon greeted him with a sweet voice, "Azzy, nice to see you again after so long.....i missed you!"
Azriel could not respond before she gave a punch to him on the stomach, she is always a bit tomboyish, still haven't changed, he can see that. Azriel held his stomach at the wince of pain she inflicted.

"hey....yeah nice to see you again, i am great, at least now i have my own crib..."
Sharon responded excitingly, "Really? wow...that is cool, i wanted my own place to stay away from those stupid parents of mine....they are so old-fashioned...!"

Azriel didn't feel all that much better now, his stomach was churning just now, and now the punch worsened it.

"Sharon, you really would be best to keep that down, your parents work here right...?"
"Yeah, so what, they can't spy at me all the time, i am simply speaking out in my life!"
"alright....hey lets go in, we are heading to the center arcade right....?"
Simon answered, " yeah, c'mon, lets go, they say there is a presentation of some kinda new show today, gonna be big i think!"

They left the entry and entered the hall, eager to join the crowd at the premiere of the new show. "Soul Sword Legacy" that is the movie name, Azriel did want to see it, it seemed good of a show that has a knight that fights vampires and stuff, the action scenes seemed too cool to pass up.

*****
The place was full to the brim, there are people everywhere. Azriel is suffering from all the pushing as they tried hard to get ahead of the crowd, heading to the entry and making sure they get a front row seat.

this arcade is unique, new movies are premiered here for free and people can gather here by the thousands to watch them, Azriel loved this place that fueled his desire to fantasize.

He wanted very badly to see this movie. he felt more and more excited as he neared the center.

The center of the arcade is unique in design, several pillars supported the center, according to the builder, they have purchased this piece of land over much effort in order to protect these artifact pillars, which are semi deconstructed by the age, it is said to have a history, however no one is sure what that history is.

In this time, most history records have dissapeared from the last recent wars, about 500 years back, when a huge war broke out over the world that caused a major extinction of plants, and most history books have been banned to make way for a new revolution, the reason is still greatly hidden from the public, but it is as true as it gets, there is none left of records from the last 1000 years, only bits and pieces of ruins like these pillars in the center.

These pillars all have an emblem on them, each with a design differently, though historians have placed great effort in preventing this site to be sold, obviously the money was too tempting to let up.

the pillars are arranged strangely in a circle, perhaps it used to be a stage, the builder thought of this and made it into an arcade. The average capacity is some 1500 people at any one time can be seated to watch the movie previewed. This place was recently opened by the Minister too, Azriel stared in awe at the wideness of the place.

The movie already started, The gang seated themselves and watched near, Sharon pulled near to Azriel as he blushed at her sudden actions.

"no worries, big boy, i ain't gonna rape you...!"
"don't say that, i am just surprised..."
"you are blushing, how cute!"
Simon and Ryna laughed at this point as they listened.
"Azriel, you gotta be more outgoing you know, i am sure Sharon is willing to help you...."
"hehe...if i remember right, you are a still a greenhorn...!"
Azriel blushed more, it is true that he must be the only virgin around this band of people. "don't say that outloud!"
Sharon said to him next to his ear as she teased him, "you know, come over my place tonight, we will figure some way for you to lose it..."
"NO! I am not going!"
Sharon laughed again, amused by the fact he can be so innocent.

****
The movie has ran halfway, Azriel felt that he needed to go for the loo and proceeded there, he has to find it first.

The signs showed the way as he walked in the crowd to his destination, eager to release his load. Opening the door, he was amazed by how clean it was.
****

he finished unloading and then standing up, he noticed a green piece of tile that is stuck to the wall.

this is weird because the rest of the wall is silver in color and one articular tile that is green stands out, that makes it very weird and unique.

Azriel went nearer, as he approached the tile, he felt weird, a tingling sensation that raced up and down his spine, he wonders what is happening. Taking one step at a time, he reached nearer, and then he touches the tile.

The room shook, the floor around him shook as an earthquake would and the force sent Azriel to his knees as he pulled himself near to a sink, the pipes supporting his grip to prevent him from falling on his sides.

The tile glowed in eerie green light, the tingling feeling in him grows more and more evident as he screamed at the top of his lungs, calling for help, calling for attention so that someone might hear him in his desperate call for help.

The shake grew so strong that the floor is teared apart bit by bit, dust fell down from the ceilings and the wall cracked open, the green light emitting from the tile grew stronger, encompassing the room with it, a sound of something like electric passing into and out from something can be heard.

Azriel picked himself up and proceeded to the restroom door, outside he could hear people screaming in panic, obviously they feel the quake, he wonders if he is the culprit, he knew he should have left that green tile alone.

"Stupid Stupid Stupid...!" tears welled in his eyes as he cursed himself for his curiousity. he opened the door and attempted to go out.

Just then, the shaking become so intense that the ceiling crushed, a huge piece falling directly at him, he couldn't get out, and he screamed...

the ceiling crashed on him, shortening his breath and pushing his blood out from his veins with the impact, unmentionable pain shocked Azriel's brain as he felt it racing into his body. He screamed blindly, and he screamed and screamed, he could feel life seeping away from him as more and more pieces of bricks separately hit him in place not covered by the ceiling piece that fell on him.

his hands was buried in dust, the pain almost killing him as a brick fell onto his legs. The shaking is so strong now, the floor beneath him is crumbling. He let go of himself, and then he knew, he is dead. there is no point to struggle, there is no one to help him out, and he will be buried with the ruins of this building never knowing what happened.

He knew this is the end, and last, he closed his eyes and awaited the death that will greet him.

The green light, last he saw, engulfed him from outside, wrapping him, consuming him like a beast of light. The shaking he longer felt, his spine must be broken, the weight is far too strong, the pain is over, he knew now, he is dead.

****
Azriel awoke, his eyes opened slowly, confused and very very much in a pain.

first thing he felt was weird and confusion, where is he, he wonders....

The place he is in is dark, there is only light from here and there in between holes in the wall, the quake has stopped, there is no longer green lights around the room, he feels around and realized he is trapped under piles and piles of bricks and stones, the celing piece that crushed him now lay in pieces, possibly crushed by the impacts of the rest of the building faling down.

He thought he was dead, and he is sure he must have been...he couldn't understand but was thanking to whoever may be blessing him, that kept him alive. He tries to summon his hand to move, it appears that he can feel his body, looks like his spine was ok after all, slowly, he slided the hands over his body and pushed the bricks aside.

He felt energetic, funny considering all that he went through just now, it is impossible but he couldn't care less, all he wanted to do now is to find his friends and rescue himself out of this rubble.

With a breath, he pushed opened an opening in between the rubble. Careful not to get hurt by the shards. He felt stronger now than ever.

He rose, from the rubble and went out to the light source, he knew that must be an opening, he walked slowly, not sure of the darkness around him what it may carry.

The light greeted his eyes and he saw, that in front of him, stood the once great hall, the one that he was with his friends watching the movie just now, how long has it been since then, there are corpses everywhere, he knew they must have been there as well, the quake, did it kill them?

Quickly, he ran to that place, he is surprised by his agility now, he is so fine and so energetic, there is nothing wrong with him, he could feel that he is totally fine, But the scene around him is not a dream, he is seeing corpses after the quake.

Looking around frantically, he could see the face of Sharon, and Ryna was laying astride with her legs bent in a manner that no human body can achieve, Simon was lying above her, he was probably trying to protect her.

Quickly, he rushed to them, hoping that they are still alive although injured. He prayed aloud, "please! let them be alive, let them be alive..."

He felt like crying but the tears won't flow, he doesn't why as he lifted Simon slowly, careful to check if he is still alive.

he could see that Sharon was no longer breathing, the fire extinguisher that lay on her head, the blood flowing beneath, he knew that she is dead. He could not bear to see her face underneath the object that crushed her head.

Simon did not breath as he carried him, putting his hands onto his chest, to feel the heartbeat. This shocked him more than ever.

Not becaue of Simon, more so because he just realized that his skin has changed colors, he is now blue, the skin on him more scarred than ever, like a canvas of dead skin, rotting underneath the stink, but there is no odor he can smell.

He has only three fingers left, something happened to him, his fingers have merged and became three separate fingers, albeit larger and wider in size.

He felt so shocked that he almost let go of Simon, and he awoke once more from his shock and held close his transformed hand to Simon's chest, to feel that heartbeat.

It is not there, he could feel nothing, Simon is dead, there is no breath, no heartbeat. He is dead. He cursed himself for this, he cursed and cursed as he put him down slowly, adjusting his head a little, he could tell now that his head is twisted.

He slowly turned Ryna, careful not to hurt her.
"Ryna, Ryna....wake up, you are still alive right....please....."
More sadness flooded him, he wanted so bad to cry, he could hardly feel the tears, his eyes still dry, there is only the dust that floated in front of his eyes.

"Ryna....please, you must alive...."
he could see that she is breathing shallow. She is still here, alive, her legs look broken, but nothing is better than being not dead.

He prayed silently, slowly, as he touched the face, her face, wiping the dust away from her with his hands. "Wake...please wake..."

Ryna slowly did, and she opened her eyes, to greet the pain of her broken limbs, tearing at her as she cried, the tears flowed in streams to clean the dust around the cheeks, a little flowed in between the blue hands and fingers of Azriel.

She seemed ok, Azriel rejoiced and carried her up slowly, lying her against the wall piece that broke, careful not hurting her as she adjusted her vision.

She lifted her hands, wiped her eyes as the pain hurt her, but she still did it, Azriel was surprised as how strong she is, the pain would have made him cry out.

She finally opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the face of Azriel.

She screamed......and the empty ruins echoed her voice....
"Nooooo......Monster.....stay away from me....you freak!"

She couldn't move because of her pain and she was in panic. Azriel tried to calm her.

"Monster...? Calm down...calm down...it is me...Azriel!"
"Nooo.....please don;t hurt me....." tears welled in her eyes as she plead.
"No...i am not going to hurt you, I am Azriel, believe me...please...calm down..."
"......"

She stopped, finally taking in his words...
"Azriel....?"
"Yes....it is me....i am glad you are alive...!"
"No, this is not possible....you can't be him...."
"I know...i know i have changed, but here i am......"

Confusion stirred in her...she couldn't tell what is it, fear or otherwise.
"I am Azriel...believe in me...."
"you have changed...you look horrible, you are....blue...."
"I know...i am not sure why but i am alive...but i must take you out to an ambulance now!"
"Oh my God....you stink like a corpse......your chest....it si rotten....!"

he looked at himself and realized that he could no longer see his stomach, replaced by dried skin and blue rot, his chest bones are visible under the thin fibres that covered it, he was not sure but he knew that he has changed a lot, he isn't even sure why he is still alive....

"I know...i don't know why i changed....but i am alive...thank God...."
"Azriel....your eyes....i can't see your pupils....can you see me...?"
"Yes...very clearly....but i can't smell anything, my nose seems like its gone..."
"Azriel....are you feeling any pain....?"
"No....no pain at all, i feel great, even better that you are still alive...."
"Simon....! Sharon, where are they....?"

pondering awhile, he moved himself and pointed behind him, there lay the corpse of Simon, and the mangled body of Sharon, covered in blood and dust and debris.

She cried more, witnessing the sight, Azriel wanted to comfort her, and he placed his blue hands onto her. Carefully soothing he shoulders.

"Azriel....they are dead...."
"Yes...they are dead...i know..."
"no....no no no....not them....no...." sobs drowned her cries.
"Please...i cannot do anything, but i must send you to a doctor now, you need medical help..."

Controlling her sobs, she said," I know....no...they are dead....can we take them as well....?"

"you know i can't do that...."
"Please...take them with us....please...maybe the doctors can still save them..."
"LISTEN TO YOURSELF! THEY ARE DEAD! THE DOCTORS CAN"T HELP THEM ANYMORE!....please....listen to me....we can't help them..."

shocked by his voice, she was scared but was finally cleared....she controlled her sobs and nodded to him...signalling him to save her from this rubble.

He carried her slowly, and placed her lightly on his arms, just like a hero would carry his maiden. She felt light, much lighter than a baby, he never knew he was so strong.

They went to the exit that they could find, far ahead at the end of the hall, still opened as it crashed halfway.

"Don't worry....i will make sure you are saved...you will live and then i will come back when i could to bury them..."
"promise me....please...."
"I promise....i promise...." Azriel answered below his shallow breath. His voice changed as well, it now sounded distant, lile an echo of the mountains, he felt strange.

The night greeted them, there is noise everywhere, but people are gathering at the main entrance, eager to rescue the buried, police and firemen and ambulances rushed pass, unnoticing the figure that stood there, him and a girl in his arms.

He walked to the crowd, careful not to hurt her, she has fell asleep, probably too tired. He looked at her angelic face, he always had a feeling for her, he felt that he has done something good for once in his life.

The crowd is near, an ambulance noticed him and stopped the car, taking with them the stretcher. Azriel was surprised they didn't seem surprised by his looks, or maybe the night was too dark too see.

The men rushed at him and they screamed....

Azriel was right, they didn't know and he tried best as he could to calm them down...
"calm down...i am just saving this girl, she is hurt...."

A policeman rushed there and was shocked by him and aimed his gun at him
"Let go of the girl, Monster or i will open fire!"

"no you are mistaken, i am saving her....!"
"I said put her down! This is your last warning!"

Azriel knew he is at a dead end and slowly put down Ryna on the floor, careful not to make sudden movements and hurting her. He laid her down smoothly as he retreated slowly as well.

"there, i have let her go....please save her...her legs are broken..."
"Silence! you monster, you must be behind this freak quake are you!"
"no, no, no....it is not me....i was just...."

Azriel thought to himself, how could he explain it, that a green light changed him into some monster....?

Azriel realized that he could not explain, and the policeman was getting impatient, he said with his shallow voice," please save her....!"

"We will but you won't!"
"what....?"
"You are a suspect for this quake, and you are coming with us!"

the gun still aimed at him, Azriel couldn't respond.

"I was only trying to save her....."
"My ass you were, i am taking you in! You better stand still and don;t be funny, this gun is loaded and i can kill you...!"

Azriel realized obviously this man is frightened but he must not go with them, he must not go the prison, he is innocent.

By instinct, he turned suddenly and ran behind.
the policeman, realizing that he is running away, fired at him.

The bullet grazed him on the ribs, causing pain, and then the second shot came and hit him in the chest and went through him. the pain almost tearing him apart.

The funny thing is that he felt okay still, the pain is like the feeling of hot water scalding his skin, but it was no serious pain, just small shocks that tear at him, he is never used to pain anyway.

He maneuvered and with one heavy step, jumped up onto the wall and then to the opposite wall. Maneuvering again and he jumped up the roof of an abandoned building, He was instantly surprised by himself, he felt so light and powerful, that he almost felt glad this happened to him.

the policeman was shocked at this creature and continued to fire shots, Azriel simply turned and ran on the roof, away from him and continued running.

He could feel that his wounds are healing, very fast, somewhere within his imaginative nature, he could tell that he is no longer human. He said to himself," Must be meant to happen...."

*******

Ladies and Gentlemen, What did you all think?
Like my new fan fiction Soul Reaver story?
Please comment and if you want to read on, there will be next chapters, and if you don't i won't continue, so please comment ok!

Wow... you wrote alot... @.@
It will take time for me to read...
Although once I get back from dinner and my performance I will. ^^
See yah later DevilDude... ^^

- Lumina

alright....thanks!
so glad finally someone responded to this....please.....all you people in Mt!
its like this, if ya all don't like this i will stop posting, i need feedback for my daydreams....and writing !

Mmkay.. I read it...
I have to give it like a 1000000000000000000/10
Great job. ^^

- Lumina

It's very nice bro.. but very long too :p
you went into amazing details :p
but over all.. amazing stuff

it's really long! gimme some time to read... eh sorry... is soul reaver an anime? or what? i've never heard of it before...

devil-san! sugoi~! *salutes*
lol it's really well written ne! *sniffs*
GANBATE! waiting for ur next fanfiction! XP XP *bishi!*

wow i've finished reading... a bit gory for me.. but i love the transition with the past & present... and the writing is good!

nice work!

you know.. devildude..
try writing something about bleach

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CHAPTER 2: Family Affairs

He opened his eyes, the moonlight atop grazed his vision, like a silent sound of spring water flowing, he hears noises from everywhere, people having their talks, their private lives going on, none noticing that a monster is now standing on their roofs.

he has just awaken, the dream he had again messed around in his head. The dreams that of those he had adventures with being a roleplaying hero. some kinda hero who saves lives and what's not. he wished all the time that he would be blessed with such powers to get out of his mundane life.

He checked himself, slowly clearing himself up from the sleep, the day has passed without him, it was already night, how many hours has he slept since he escaped from the police and hid himself in the roof shelter here?

He was exposed to the cold, for he is almost barechested, but he feel no such feeling, his skin is still warm, to him, the cold is unfelt, there is no longer there the wounds inflicted the by the bullets shot at him yesterday night.

he looked at the place, the wound is perfectly sealed, only a small reminder of a blemish much like an acne wound remains.

he wonders how far is he from home as he stood up.

All of a sudden, something happened, he catches a sounds and a feeling of something dropping from his body. he wonders what it was as he leaned down to pick up the object.

To his shock, it is his lower jaw. He was shocked that there was no words coming from him as he dropped the piece and shrinked back a few steps, eyes not moving from the piece of his lower jaw as he put his hands to his incomplete face, touching the missing piece at his face. Thoughts have raged him, he couldn't understand why is this happening, there is nothing to explain what or why for him.

Azriel spoke to himself in a trembling voice, "this is not happening....what the hell....? i lost my jaw....?"

he realized at this point his voice is still there, even though his tongue is gone, along with the lower piece attached to it. He tried searching for his tongue, he could not find it.

there was nothing there, an empty space that now lays open to the air, as he crossed his hands onto the empty part, " and i always thought the tongue is made for talking, looks like the guys at the science fair may think differently now...."

he told himself that he does not have to worry now, he is different, he might as well expect the unexpected, or however way he can make it through the day. He is still confused, what is happening, what has happened, what turned him this way, he was still in a confusion, he doesn't know where to start searching, where to see what for an answer to his questions.

earlier, just as he laid himself to rest, he was thinking of going to the library, now he thinks clearly that is not an option, he will scare people with this look of his.

he doubts the library has any explanations for him anyway, is this a mutation, is it scientific or mutation, he could not tell, he wonders of he should have taken science class, maybe he could have learned a bit more.

he looked again at ahead, far atop the roof and down below the busy city streets he saw people, smaller than ants passing by, still unaware a monster among them. He dreaded at the thought that he calls himself a monster, should he....?

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Ryna awoke, it has been some time, her father standing next to her in the hospital ward, holding her hands tightly but asleep, he must have been like that for the last few hours. She looked at the clock, it is 10pm at night, the night sky is pervalent, raindrops dripped the scaled window. She gently shakes her hands, careful not to shock her father out of his sleep, just wanting him to realize that she is awake.

Ryna's father is Daniel Linsell Jr., sharing the same name as his father once did, he is the second one in the family to carry that name. Strong shoulders coupled with big hands, he was born to the world of hardwork, their family was poor, and he had to work day and night to make it to this day, now they are quite well to do, but still far away from the easy life. Ryna always thanks him for that, for his hard work and contributions to the family and as a caring father.

He slowly opened his eyes, sensing the slight movements applied to his hands, first thing he did was smile, at his daughter as his tears flowed down from his eyes, obviously happiness in them, his daughter is alive, and he thanks god for that, he has never felt so relieved before in his life, that she will still be smiling back for him.

"Dad...don't cry, i am okay!"
"oh....you won't understand how worried i was....i heard about the quake, i was there in as soon as i can, i wanted to find you, then they called me that you are here, half an hour after i went searching in the rubble..."
"Dad....you went there....?"
"Yes....i saw...i saw....Simon and Sharon....I am sorry...."
"Dad....they are dead...aren't they, the doctors...did they try...?"
"No...they are dead for thirteen hours, it was already that time when i heard the news, i phoned them and they told me...."
"they only managed to dig them up after all that time?"
"Yes....unfortunately, the entrance crushed down afterwards..."
"I see...i am okay now...i really am..."
Sniffing up his tears, Daniel let loose of his hands and poised them on his ironed pants, gladly letting go, now that he is near.
"i am glad...so glad....i think Azriel, that silent boy is dead too....they still couldn't find him in the rubble, he may be buried..."

Just then, Ryna realized the events yesterday night...she was saved by Azriel, or at least what claims to be him, that monster without pupils in his eyes, blue rot covering his skin like dead corpse with the smell of one, foul but speaks just as Azriel does....

"they didn't find him...?"
"No...so far, there is no news, if you want, i can phone the authorities and ask..."
"Please....do so...i am feeling that he may still be alive...."
"They say a special person saved you, you have details?"

Ryna couldn't return the answer, she must not....Azriel...that was him, he saved her, she can't reveal this, a monster saved her...

"No...I....I was....already fainted...and then i am here..."
"...yes, i should thanks this person..."
"Dad...i am hungry....i want some food..."
"of course you are...."

Pulling aside his seat, he reached for the sandwick he brought along, hopefully she will be awake and she will be able to eat it. He gave her the sandwich, and Ryna ate with a thanking nod and happy smile. One that her father is always happy to see, more so now than ever. He thanked God again.

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Azriel felt hungry...as he ponders over and over again how is he going to eat without his lower jaws as he pushed the piece into his pocket. What is surprising now is that he felt weak and slowly, he is feeling an urge, he doesn;t know what, but he knows is a type of hunger, and it;s not just for food, there is something else telling him he needs more than a big plate of something, it is something that he has never tasted before.

He panics a bit every now and then when his hunger strikes.

He realized as well that he now gains a set of extra sharp fangs, like those of a mythical creature. the vampire. He wonders is he meant to suck blood...

He grabbed a rag to cover his face, carefully like a bandanna, covering the empty space left behind and dragging it across his head, making sure he is safe from the prying eyes. He has gained some of his smelling senses, and he can tell that now, his body no longer smelled as bad as he was, he smells human, perhaps a blessing, so that he does not loathe himself that much.

He still looked at the ceilings around him as he witnessed the city below. Checking the distance between him and perhaps an end to his life. He wanted to die at first, but he has always feel the fear of dying and now he is very confused where to go, life or death from the loathed shape of his.

He saw a familiar street sign below and climbed down slowly from the side stairs, carefully not to lose his grip as he climbed down.

along the way, he grabbed a shirt hanging on the laundry line, careful not to alert the owner who is watching TV. he dressed his shirt on the sides of the railings, his newly gained three fingers fumbling a bit until he got used to it.

He went down, and walked the streets among the people, careful to put his hands into his pockets and concealing his face best that he could, he was lucky that this street is not very busy, he might have been noticed.

Moving as unsuspiciously as he could he headed for the sign he noticed earlier, he was sure that is the one that aims for his home, his parents must be worried sick, the least he could do now is to give a visit and see how things go.

****
He arrived to his house, the Norren Household, he has never missed this place as much. feeling fo relieved as he set foot into the yard, the lights of the window clearly lit, making him feel like he wants to go in, but he must not, at least not until he can make himself clear...

He stealthily hid himself among the bushes and trees, walking side to side, hiding and sliding to avoid detection, and tries to catch hold of the shifting shadows of the trees billowed by the wind.

He arrives at the window, peeking a little so that he can see.

There was nobody at the den, perhaps they are at the kitchen he thought to himself. He repeated what he did and shifted himself to the kitchen windows. Slowly sure of himself that he has gained a unique ability to be very silent as he no longer breaths, his steps are so much more stable now.

He peeked again into the window, carefully scanning the surrounding.
his parents are inside, his mother still with tears inside her eyes, sliding her eyes with her hands, and his father, carefully touching her shoulders, consoling her in a slow motion way. Speaking to her in very soothing matter.

He made up his mind as he saw this, he knew he must make an introduction and tell them that he is alright.

He carefully plans his step towards the backdoor, carefully not alerting them.
He stood at the door and knocked twice, as he always would with a matter only unique to the family.

"Who is it?" answered the father out of curiousity as he approached the door.
"DAD! DON"T OPEN THE DOOR!" Azriel shouted from behind the door.

"Azriel...is it you...?" her mother already in hysterics of happiness as she wipes away her tears, replacing a smile best as she could, she never could show people she is sad.

"Son, come in, the door is not locked, i want....we want to see you....thank God you are still alive...."
"No....I can't do that not now...I need an answer from the both of you first..."
"Alright...shoot..." his mother still in tears...
"I look different now......i want the both of you not to panic when you see me...don't call the police...don't panic...can you two promise that....?"
"......"
"can you?!" Azriel returned the question again.
"Yes!" answered his father.
"promise?"
"Yes of course....now come in my son....we were worried sick..."
"alright...please don't frighten..."
"we won't..." his father's unsure voice plagued a dose of fear into him.

Azriel hesistated as she touched the handle of the door, hesistating whether to go in, terribly confused at the arrangement of things he must tell them, things that he only know questions to, not answers. Slowly, he pushed the door open, from a peek, his parents are standing at the table side, his mother with still flowing tears of happiness or sadness standing now, looking at his direction. The door fully opened, Azriel was bare to his parents eyes.

First, a look of awe, and then a shudder from his mother, then a shift of footsteps and foot hold of his father, obviously shocked...

"You are not Azriel, who the hell are you!" Screamed the father in anger and confusion.
"No...Dad...It is me...i am your son, i am your flesh and blood....i told you i look different...."
"Not possible! My son looks nothing like you, what is that blueish skin of yours?!"
"Calm down....dad....remember this....?"

Azriel reached into his pockets, pulling out a string of gold chain, at the center is a locket, inside a picture of him and his parents, taken together with their faces a briming warm smile.

"this you gave me when i was 14, you told me to take it around with me at all times..."
"........where did you get that....?" his still suspicious father questioned.
"from you, 26 October, Velder Hills, Holiday resort By The Hills, taken at the strawberry park..."

Azriel was glad that he remembered all the details. He looked at his mom, now shuddering in fear but is calming down. he still haven't shown them his jaw...he knows that is going to cause more of such.

"Azriel, if you are really him, tell me, what is my middle name, that i never told anyone other than my lawfully wedded wife and rightful son, the name that carried my origin of the family!"
"Brian Adrian Sorenz Norren...named after your fatherland, the Sorenzo Heights! And my name is constructed by arranging the characters in your name with the L being a the only letter taken from my mother's maiden name Lyshia Adreaton!"

A moment of silence followed as they stared at each other, still hardly believeing their son, who stands now, at the door, with a piece of rag covering his face, his eyes white and empty, staring at them, perhaps with a mean and scary stare, but remains neutral.

"Azriel....Azriel.....it is really you...." his mother was the first to answer as she pushed herself away from the table, eager to give her son a hug.
Azriel opened his arms willingly, revealing his three fingers but his mother did not worry and jumped into his embrace.

"Mom....mom....i am alright....i am still alive....but something happened, i am no longer the old me...."
"I know....thank God you are alive...." tears of happiness flowed from her eyes.
"Mom....I missed you, i could only come here today....I am sorry i didn't call...."
"i know....I understand...."

His father still stood there, as he took a few steps forward, carefully observing Azriel's mutation.
he reached out and gave an equal hug, though uncertain, but very much in a familiar and family way. "My son, you are back..." an uncertain voice of his father.

"I am....I am....I am sorry...."
"don't be....I should be sorry....i was not sure....."
"I have changed...i know, please let me in this house, i will tell you everything you two needed to know and all that i know..."
"alright, you better go take a shower and get a change of clothes..."
"i will..."

Azriel let go his father, and mother letting go of him as he turned and walked away from them and up the stairs, eager to take a long awaited shower.

****
There was silence in the house as Azriel takes his bath instead of a shower, somehow, the shooting of the water sprays hurts his skin, like a coarse scale would.

the bath is far better, the cold waters running his skin smooth, he felt alive, but he seemed dead cause he is not breathing anymore. He never felt such sensations before.

He realized now he has two pieces of extra skin attached to his back, like a set of flaps, made of very coarse skin, but very light and flexible, he wondered if he could fly. His toes are gone as well, replaced by two pieces of flesh like toes, big and bulky but it enable him to move very stealthily, like an animal of the night.

His skin is blue, but it has stopped rotting, more like at a stage of decay and decadence, but stopped at that, he touches his missing jaw, and he could feel his upper jaw, again, he had never thought of feeling such sensations.

His genitalia lay there, like dead and limp, he was positive when he tested earlier, that he no longer finds the need to use it to excrete. He no longer is able to eat or drink as he feels no such urge to, but a feeling of hunger chases him around, it gets harder and harder for him to control himself as his thought shifted to the hunger every now and then.

He is sure he is now sterile, at least for this time being a monster, until he can find a cure, he will be that way. His muscles are well developed, though dead, visible and straight tendons and veins are visible underneath, refelecting a well toned body much unlike his old flabby self.

He ponders now on the question, what has turned him this way and how does he explain to his parents later. He washes and washes again his skin, carefully scrubbing the skin.

****
With a change of fresh clothing, he proceeded downwards to the stairs. Eager now to talk to his parents. His parents sat waiting at the kitchen table, he made sure his face is wrapped right to avoid the shock until the time is right.

"Dad...Mom....I am ready....lets start...."
"very well, my son" his dad spoke as he pulled out the chair.
"thanks"

"I don't know how to say, but by the time i woke up yesterday from the rubble, i am already this way."

Azriel proceeded to go through the details, carefully sure that he does not miss any to prevent confusion. Every now and then he stops to rethink what he is about to say out loud.

****
"So....you have become this way because of that green tile?"
"apparently so....there is no other way to explain it, last i know, the green light is the final thing that came in contact with me physically..."

His dad did all the questioning of the two, carefully not to miss out not one detail.
"you were turned this way because of it...."

Azriel could see that they are at a loss for words. They no longer know what to say, unsure that whether there are anything left for him to say.
" I may have changed but one thing for sure, i am still me. i will always be..."
"we know you are...."
"but i have one more thing to say, i believe this is something meant to happen, i have changed so dramatically, and i am sure this is no conincidence that it happened, i am sure there must be a reason, i just haven't found it..."

Azriel tried to sound mature about it, but in there, he knew he cannot define it.

A moment of silence again as they looked at each other, his father constantly staring at his white eyes, without the pupil, so unsure of where it's looking.

Azriel suddenly felt the hunger feeling again, this time it is so violent that it pounds on his head.

Azriel tried to fight it as he felt it always, wishing it to go away, he has got to figure how out what he must feast on, obviously he is a lot different now.
as he fought back the feeling, he felt something telling him words that he could hear only so faintly..."soul....s....."

Azriel is unsure of how to speak out of the feeling, and it is getting stronger instead of weaker, the feeling of hunger plagued him as he loses his grip. He held on to the table and pushed himself away from the chair and turned his head to fac the window. Looking at his faint reflection on the window showing him his ugly looks.

As he looks on and tries to fight back, he finds that he is losing the grip....

"Azriel, What is wrong.....what is happening....? Are you okay?"
His father clearly worrying as his mother repeated the same question onto him, but he is not able to answer, feeling as if he needed to puke as he leaned down to the sink. Holding and griping to tight to the wet counter that his hand prints can be seen carving into the metal.

He could not face up, something tells him that if he does, his parents may be dead for good. "Don't Look! Get away from me now....!"
"What is wrong, tell us, we will help....." His mother asked in worrisome matter.

"No....you can't stay here....move away from me now, go as far as you can.....something.....something........arrr(...) unable to continue his words as the hunger feeling and a whirl of sharp pain hurted his body. Azriel held still and continued looking down, careful to avoid the vision of his parents.

However, his parents did not respond to his please and continued pestering him.
"Tell us what is happening....we can help you...."

Just then, Azriel could no longer hold back, a sense of anger and pain pulled at him till he could no longer retain his humanity. He screamed and punched at the counter, scaring his parents to move away a few steps back.

His eyes are in pain and the body shot over with a terrible feeling of twisted pain.
there is nothing but pain and agony as he writhed.

He turned onto them.

Just as an animal would, he stared at them with a ferocity of unlike no other, an animal behind those white and empty eyes, scaring his parents.
"Azriel...please....what is wrong tell us....are you in pain...?'

he could not answer, he has lost his sense of speech...the hunger has taken over him...

In an instant, he pulled off the rag that covered his lost jaw. And thus, revealed the ugly part to his parents, who are visibly scared by the sudden revelation.
"Azriel! Your jaw.....it is.....it is gone.....!"

"YES!" was all Azriel could sound. No more words would come out as he lost his conciousness and control. The hunger controlled him, there was pain and agony and at the moment's notice, he aimed his jaw at the two of them, relentless of Azriel's fight to control, his body has moved and aimed at his loving parents.

For the first time, Azriel screamed again, this time in a feeling of not pain but of anger, so powerful and strong that it was shaking him, but there was no sound, nothing can be heard, it was only a scream inside him.

For the first time again, he saw fear in his father's eyes, so deep like the sea, a fear that dwelled the unknown, to fear them and to be afraid of what they could do. In that moment, the room they are in is filled with bright blue and eerie light.

It was coming from him, his throat produced the light, a strong twisted light that would have blinded people if looked at directly.

Azriel looked on without control as he still fights back, he knew something is wrong and something bad will happen if he does not stop himself.
The light absorbed something into him, Azriel could feel it.

At that moment, his parents screamed as if in such great pain, but it was instantly over, they were silent....and they lay limp, falling onto the floor beneath them.

like ragged dolls, they lay there. Azriel screamed in himself again and on the corner of his eyes, he saw two moving shapes.

To his amazement and surprise, it carries the faces of both his parents. They are seemingly at peace, there was nothing but peace on those faces. Azriel could not understand why but the voice that spoke to him in his head earlier "souls...." very much confirmed his fears.

those are his parents' souls. The floating apparitions just slowly flowed into the mouth of his uncontrollable body, sucked by the blue light that was emmited.
It was cruel as Azriel continued his futile struggle to control hid body.

****
He awoke, once again, fainted by the happening.
he immediately went to the two limp figures of his parents praying that the worst has not happen.
He shaked them, and then he realized, they no longer breath....they are dead....lifeless....their vessels empty, the soul has been consumed....by their son, whom they would have given anything to save, anything....and he betrayed them.

Regret so powerful and painful that Azriel felt it like a sword, impaled into him, twisting and turning in him, like a sharp blade carving away at his heart.
he has killed his parents.......

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(...) loud scream so loud it would have awakened the entire neighbourhood. Azriel cried for the first time as he looked at the two of them in his arms, laying limp and dead, breathless, painless.

He cried and for the first time true tears flowed from his empty eyes, the sadness teared into him. There is just no words to describe his pain. He has committed a sin, one that he vowed never to commit, one that is the act of a demon.

He is a demon, he is not worthy of being their son, their son would not murder them, their son is human....he could not even console himself. He could only cry as silent sniffs now followed by the pain that still teared at him.

He cried and cried..."no....no.....no......nononono......not the two of you.....no.....no......please, God....spare them....please.....no....."

in his heart he knew, God cannot spare them, only he could, he has taken their ticket to His kingdom, he has taken their lives....

he cried on as the neighbourhood awoke, by the sound of his screams. He knows they are alerted, all he really wants to do now is to die. He wanted to let them go, he knows not how it might work, he just wanted to die and maybe their consumed souls can be released. He cried still....

"Nooooo.............NOOOOOOO!" Tears flowed like as it would, a stream of sadness and pain. His grip growing stronger as he held close the body, waiting for the his tears to stop, hoping they will come back alive and tell him it's all a joke. He waited for the police, or whatever, would come here and kill him.

****
End of Chapter 2: The Family Affair

People, this is the second chapter and it has ended. Tell me what you think ok!

wah....it's really long! I'll comment about it once I've finished reading first!^^
ciao~

Oh man, i don't think i got enough time and patient to read all this ... +__+ But you sure put in it such a hard time ^_^ I think it is the best!

OH BY THE WAY, IF YOU FIND THE WORDS ARE TOO SMALL TO READ, PLEASE COPY THE ENTIRE THING TO A NOTE PROGRAM, LIKE WORD MICROSOFT AND READ IT THERE.

Eeep. Very freaky. He eats souls now? Poor guy. Did he take the souls of his other friends as well? By the way, nice story!

Oh, that's long. ^^ I'll read it. ^^ Please wait for my reply. ^__^

Wow its very deep a tad gory but thats okay i liked reading it i hope you write some more^^

soon, soon, he will begin to see that in order to keep himself alive, he must sacrifice those around him, it is him and it will become his pain. and his salvation.

-gasps-
Wow.
You are like the God of Fan Fiction.
-bows-
Keep making more. ^^

- Lumina

I just finished reading the first part! I like it a lot! Amazing writer! Keep up the story please! I'll go read the second part now! I'll comment after! Ciao!

simply WOW!
the detail of the story is amazing!
great job bro..
and I still think you should write something about bleach :p

this is getting scary..... i wonder what kinda fate awaits him...

The story is really getting better as it evolves! Real great job! More please!

thanks people...glad you like it, the third chapter is in the making, give around two days or so...maybe i can churn it out

whoa...finally finished reading *eyes almost pop out*
really cool but kinda tragic..<.>