The hybrid sees the creature in front of him, it was its first time seeing a creature with a power so high and this strong. They say the hybrid was more powerful than both forces inside its body, but they were wrong. At this very moment, it was as if the hybrid was looking at the original beast, while the hybrid's existence was merely a copy, an imitation that will never be as strong as the original creature that was standing in front.
The thing that was imprisoned for thousands of years finally came out. It was the First Vampire, he has dark hair that falls directly into his back, with his void blood eyes, and a face that looks young and pale. He was tall, gaunt and wearing a torn black robe, covering his pale and thin body that looked like a skeleton.
The vampire looked directly at the remaining monster.
"Your blood has a smell of impurities, it smells of the blood of our enemies. Werewolves"
"Does your maker think that by mixing both species inside one body, it will make you stronger?"
"Pathetic!!"
"Your whole bloodline, your whole existence was nothing, but a sorry state." the vampire said to the hybrid, his voice muffled with a mix of irritation and pity.
The vampire then moves towards the last hybrid, it's moved with a quick and precise leap. It has the speed that neither Thomas nor the hybrid can see. One moment it was near the door, the next moment it was standing behind the hybrid.
It reached into the hybrid's chest with its fast and slim hands, and pulled out its beating, black heart. It was so fast that the monster didn't even feel that his heart was gone. The hybrid already died without it noticing, then its body collapsed instantly into the floor.
As the vampire finished his prey, it turned towards Father Thomas, who was slumping against the wall. His life was already fading, he was tired and weakened by the creatures that pursued him, by the fights he did for years, and by all the things he saw. He was nearing his end.
"My debt to you for freeing me is already paid, priest."
"Now I don't owe you anything."
"You're on your own to save this wretched world."
The vampire whispered to Thomas, its head was low and near the ear of the priest.
As Father Thomas's life fades away, he whispers back to the ear of the vampire.
"No"
Revealing a silver vial that he was holding from the start, he had it concealed so that the vampire won't see it.
"I can't let you be….. I can't let you go as you are" the priest said, his voice slow and heavy.
The First Vampire was confused by what Thomas said, but before he could react, Thomas already smashed the vial against the creature's chest. The silver vial contains a liquid, but it wasn't just any kind of liquid, and it isn't holy water either. It was more valuable, it was the Blood of an Angel.
As the blood surges throughout the vampire's body, it lets out a loud, primal and ancient scream. He felt his power slowly fading, it was being compressed, and forced into a vessel that felt agonizingly small. His fangs retracted back, and its sharpness gone, and his dark aura diminished. For the first time in an eternity, the vampire felt the cold bite of the wind.
"I have sealed your true power," Father Thomas said to the creature in front of him, as he choked out his blood, bubbling at his lips.
"You now carry the light of an Angel."
"You… must fight them, the darkness."
"The Creatures of the Night."
"Redemption… or ruin, the choice is you, but I hope. My choice is right this time, my choice of freeing you." The priest said nearly to his death, as blood came out as he spoke.
The First Vampire, now, reduced to a man, looked at Thomas with eyes full of anger and hatred.
"You gamble with me, priest."
"How can you know I will help?"
"What if I did the opposite? What if I burn this world instead?"
The man said to Thomas with a grin and anger on his face.
"I'll take my chances."
"Just like how you take yours."
"For Tualik!"
Those were the last words that came out of the mouth of the man who freed the First Vampire. Thomas's head fell back after he said those words, he was already gone.
The creature that now is a man, widened his eyes, his face full of emotions, anger, hate, confusion, and shock, but the most noticeable of all, was the look of guilt.
The vampire stood in the silence of the dungeon. He slowly lifted both of his hands, and looked at it, they were shaking. Then he felt a strange, rhythmic thumping in his chest, it was a heartbeat. He thought that it was a heavy and burdensome thing.
He then looked at the body laying in front of him, it was the body of the priest, a cold body soaked in blood. He saw a worn out cloak that the priest was wearing, he reached and took it from the priest's body, wrapping it around himself.
He then looked toward the stairs that led to the surface, without a second thought, he started to move forward into the stairs. He went up to leave this place, the only place he had seen for thousands of years.
As he was walking up the stairs, he thought.
"What does the world look like now?"
"Have many things changed?"
"It should have, right?"
"As thousands of years have passed already since I was imprisoned."
As he stepped out of the church, he felt the cold that the air brought. It was a frozen night of the year One thousand two hundred and thirty-six, he didn't feel his dark and strong power anymore, instead he felt a spark of something he had forgotten, wrath, tempered by a strange, newfound vulnerability.
Finally, he's outside of the place where he's been imprisoned for millennia. He looks at the sky, it's bright, warm and beautiful, he had never seen the same sky for thousands of years.
He then closed his eyes and felt his surroundings, the noise of animals, the whistle of the wind, and the sound of nature, and said.
"I am Gwaine!, descendant of Cain."
He yells to the world, his black eyes reflecting the distant stars.
"And I am coming!"
He then turned and began his long walk into the dark, his footsteps heavy and human in the deep snow.
As Gwaine slowly walked away from the ruins of the monastery, the heavy snow fell like silent sheets. Every step he takes was like an insult, for eons he moved like a shadow, weightless and swift. Now his boots sank in the snow, and his lungs burned with the icy air. The angel's blood was like a cage for him, forcing his ancient power to back away and making him obey the laws of flesh, making him human.
He navigates and follows the stars towards a desolated valley where a kingdom stood there a long time ago, now in ruin, Gwaine started looking for an oak tree, and finally he found it, it was now a withered and dead tree, he tears down and removes the tree on his way. There, beneath the withered oak tree, lay a stone slab that has a mark of name on it, a name that was nearly erased by time. GWAINE.
It was his own graveyard, his own tomb, from the time where he first walked the earth, as a man, as a human. Gwaine gripped the edge of the stone slab and heaved it with force, his muscles now screaming in agony, veins popping in his neck, an easy task for him if he still had his powers, but now his strength now human. Then the ground opens, revealing a coffin inside, a coffin made out of wood with part of it already torn out and broken.
Gwaine reaches the coffin and takes it out from underground, his finger brushing against the cold and ancient wood. And finally he opens the coffin with an iron tube that was laying around. The coffin didn't contain a body inside of it, it contained things, weapons, clothes and other stuff. He pulled out a heavy broadsword etched with runes, a pair of silver trimmed daggers and a small leather bag of vials containing concentrated holy water and ancient resins.
As he finished arranging his weapons and the other things that he takes on to his journey, but as his hand closed around the hilt of his old sword, a memory flooded his mind, then the world blurred, the smell of the snow vanished, replaced by the scent of parched earth and iron rich blood.
"Keep the line, Gwaine! Don't let them break the center!"
Someone yells with a voice that is energetic, a roar so loud it could shake the leaves from trees. Gwaine then turns to look and see that it was Taulik, his younger brother, laughing even as he parried a spear thrust. They were warriors then, mortal, proud, and fighting for the survival of their small, sun-drenched kingdom.
"They have more coming, Taulik!" Gwaine shouted, pointing toward the ridge.
The enemy kingdom had brought more reinforcements. Huge and hulking men wearing heavy armors. They are winning the battle, but the table has completely turned the moment the enemy reinforcement arrived.
Gwaine felt the thrill of the fight, a simple and honest terror of being a man who could die at any moment. He looked at his younger brother, Tualik, and felt a surge of fierce, mortal love.