Blood Memories

There Stands a man Medium in stature though pristine condition all but gentle scars run down his middle aged face,with deep red eyes inlay with life force, he's wearing a satin coat covered in a thick blood.In one hand this man is Holding a Switch scythe that looks like it's seen better days.Though you can't tell of his figure he seems built from stature . A Burgundy gentleman's shirt resides deeper tucked and accustomed with black buttons holding images of the grand orders rankings , all custom fitted to perfection. This man was Ready for battle. As rain bolsters down upon him he walks into a restless night. The comfort of red and green neon lights flickering in his peripheral vision directs him into the local bar scene.

Creak opens the door a simple slide of the feet to remove the soot off his boots the man enters. A restless scene, mostly stranglers looking for some peace out of the rain he looks at all before him as they slowly lock into gaze and glare . “Alright sir what brings you into my lot you know we're not looking for trouble with the seven these days, hell we even went off the radar to escape filth like you”.the rugged man approaches the counter and takes a cigarette wrapped in a fine stained leaf out from a metal box.. Everyone in the bar turns to look as he slams down burning red crystal’s and a small pouch of gem dust. He impatiently pulls a crystal from the table to his mouth and crushes it releasing a gushing flame in which he slowly burns the tip of his smoke . He looks at the bartender under a low booming voice and says “you already know who I am, don't you?”.

The bartender glances at the crowd whos unmatched silence seems helpless., he looks the rugged man in the eyes pours him a whiskey from the top shelf “I've heard of you but id tell ya to see a sell out in nature, we all know you're not held in the highest standards exile Vildris.of the matrenna clan. We all know how famous you are for cracking the myths of the blood vaults but how could you sell that ancient tech to the corporations?” he pauses and continues to say“you've doomed us from the beginning of the fall of the great race with all your shady dealings of old tech to the predecessors of blood”. The bartender leers his eyes and snatches the pouch of dust off the table. “ Well at least you pay good. I'm just surprised they let you off with a warning after you learnt what was in those damn blood vaults.

Vilderis flicks his ash onto the counter “Comon now we all know they would have killed me, i guess once i found out the source of their power they wanted me gone so they exiled me to the red zone in hopes I would perish..had to fashion a new scythe from the old parts left around the area they dropped me, been three days of wandering senselessly through the fog until i managed to make it out of the blood leys grasp. Hell, the amount of blood machinery almost cost me my life… there are more animachines than i've ever seen walking around here hell how do you even live in these parts.

The bartender scowls.. To Be Continued