Story: The Introduction to Emistal (all chapters)

Chapter 1:Emistal

Long before recorded history there existed a magnificent city, a city that seemed to float on water. You know that this is the lost city of Atlantis, but the twist of the story you don’t know is that it was built and inhabited by vampyres. The supposed Eternal city was inhabited by the eternal race, but do not think these vampyres are the sun hating, murdering, and blood-sucking vampires that you see in movies. No these vampyres were philosophers who had a slight taste for blood and had sensitive skin, they were so advanced that they started looking for ways to prevent all sickness.

It was this search that ended with the vampyres’ need for blood and light sensitivity. It started out as a cure for a type of cancer, a vaccine called Tri Probe. It was a group of nanoprobes that would repair all damaged tissue, using blood sugar as an energy source. The problem arose a week after injection, probes were repairing all damaged tissue, including their skin. The vampyres had sensitive skin and the sun’s UV rays did constant damage to them because of it, thus causing more blood sugar being used to repair the damage. The brain was deprived of its necessary sugars to keep it running, resulting in death. The Tri Probe syndrome was incurable, so as a treatment the infected had to have daily blood transfusions and were instructed to avoid going out in the sun until further action could be taken. But as time went on the disease grew worse, soon its sufferers became dependent on blood and any contact with sunlight burned their skin. To try and help these people live easier lives the scientists started to develop something that could repelle UV rays, something to be put on windows or a skin crème. This raised a problem because the treatment had to be gentle enough to not harm the vampyres sensitive skin but tough enough to repelle UV rays.

While the scientists worked so diligently on that, the entire population of Atlantis was being infected. The disease was spread through direct insertion into the blood stream, bites on the neck and blood letting would do the trick and these were common practices in the Eternal city especially among lovers. Soon the list of infected far out weighed the list of the healthy. The epidemic was spreading so quickly that they had to go out and capture other races from which to get blood from; elves and nymphs were commonly used. The compound was developed quickly, a skin crème simply called ‘Sun Block’ and a window treatment called ‘Green’.

After that, the water nymphs declared war on Atlantis; they won that war by sinking the Lost City and claiming it for themselves. Most of the vampyres were killed when it sunk but a few who saw it coming left the city. They left for a new continent that they had heard of called Emistal because they weren’t stupid they packed enough ‘Sun Block’ and ‘Green’ to last them years and left in the dark. Emistal was located in a different dimension that could be accessed through the Bermuda Triangle.

They flew for two nights before they reached the infamous triangle and spent a night in it trying to find the portal into Emistal. They did find it though, accidentally, but they found it and they found themselves lost among the fast moving society and government in the new country. At first they floundered and then they slowly gained ground, soon becoming experts on its politics and different cities.

RELIGON

Emistal depended upon its deities to structure the cities. Emistalian religion seemed to run a little oddly but I’ll explain it as best I can. The Stalwart mother, who controlled earth, gave birth to the twins, The Fierce Protector and the Even-handed Warrior. The Fierce Protector had an affinity for fire, from the moment of her birth she seemed to be able to persuade it. When she was old enough to talk and fight she continued to work with this ability, by the time she was an adult she had become one with fire. She used this ability to protect those she loved, never to harm them.

The Even-handed Warrior had no abilities at birth or even when he was a young adult, at the midway point of his life he had an epiphany. He realized that to align himself with the wind was his calling. So he started meditating, trying to reach the wind through inner peace. This did not work so he started to try and redirect his chakras to a more wind like state; this sort of worked and gave him a little sync with the wind. It was never written down how he actually got the full control of the wind but it was all through hard work.

The Fierce Protector later got married to a man called the Imperceptible Rogue; he was one with the Shadows, he always seemed to trust people though. He was never shady or dishonest. The wedded couple never had children for the Protector would not allow her womb to be seeded.

In the end all of the Deities got together and combined their powers, creating Emistal and the Chosen One. A deity that was neither male nor female that had the power of all the elements, the One created the races that populated Emistal and gave a few of them affinities for elements and other radical abilities. These affinities and abilities were harnessed to create what is know as the Elemental Martial Art Styles, martial arts that incorporated the control of certain elements into its stances and forms.

CITIES

WHITE VILLAGE- Along the Emistalian West Coast there is a mountain range that runs almost the full length of the coast, it is called the Blue Mountains. In the absolute center of Emistal there is a huge lake, almost fifty kilometers in length and a little over sixty kilometers wide, Mirror Lake. Nestled between these giants is a large city, population about twenty nine thousand, called the White Village. In this city the Even-handed Warrior is the most celebrated deity, though the others still have many temples.

RED VILLAGE- Along the Southern Coast is a huge desert known as the Dune Desert; it runs the entirety of the coast and is about ten thousand kilometers wide. About half way between Dune Desert and Mirror lake is a mid-sized city, population about twenty-two thousand, the Red Village. In this city the Fierce Protector is most revered.

GREEN VILLAGE- A three day hike north of Mirror lake is the most deadly forest in Emistal, Dread Forest. Spanning less then two thousand kilometers, but more than one thousand kilometers it is not very big. About fifty kilometers north of the Dread Forest is the Green Village, the largest city in Emistal it has a population of fourty thousand. The Stalwart Mother has the most temples in this city.

BlACK VILLAGE- On the Eastern Coast is a range of mountains called the Shadow Range, the range curls in a circle and at its center is a small city. The Black Village, population eighteen thousand. The Imperceptible Rogue is favored in this city.

GEOGRAPHY

BLUE MOUTAINS- The mountain range that runs the length of the west coast of Emistal.

MIRROR LAKE- The Lake directly in the center of Emistal it is about fifty kilometers by sixty kilometers.

ARCH RIVER- River that runs between the Blue Mountains and Mirror Lake.

DUNE DESSERT - the huge dessert that runs the length of the Emistalian South Coast.

DREAD FOREST - The most deadly and feared forest in Emistal, full of deadly creatures. Described as pitch black in dense parts of forest, even at noon.

SHADOW RANGE- The Mountains on the East Coast that curl in a circle.

Emistalian Time Cycle

1 day = 36 hours (12 Day, 24 night)

1 week equals ten days

1 revolution equals eight weeks

1 rotation equals nine revolutions

Days

1. Staln

2.Wan

3.Fild

4.Coid

5.Ith

6.Miyt

7.Kiv

8.Beght

9.Slint

10.Telv

Revolutions

1.Gito

2.Mot

3.Invh

4.Yint

5.Fipil

6.Lival

7.Unth

8.Aful

9.Putvl

The continent had no unified government instead each city developed its own government, despite this the continent was for the most part peaceful, no border squabbles or other stupid conflicts. Each city had a specialization, Red Village was full of Brawlers, Green Village was known for its tactical fighters, White held the greatest medics, and Black held many great stealth fighters.

Emistal held this system until a man named Lucius changed Emistal forever.

Chapter 2

By Emistalian records Lucius was born in Aful, the eighth of the nine months, of 5920. He was born the bastard son of the Red Village Leader, Lucean. The boy was a half vampyre, one of the many half-breeds that the full-blooded vampyre had fathered to build a mercenary team that would carry out his revolution. Lucean had coupled with thirty-two of his strongest female servants, after one child was born he would couple with the next woman, although it was not always consensual. To make things even worse, the children were numbered at birth, rather than named. The system was in order of birth, the first child was number one and the last number thirty-six, a few of the women had twins. At birth the man who came to be known as Lucius was called number twelve.

Almost from birth the children were trained to fight, to survive, to kill. From the time they could walk until they reached age ten they were all given the same general training in subjects such as survival, stealth, healing, trap making and other similar things. At the age of ten the half-breeds were given a test, the test had four stages. A survival test that marooned them in the Dread Forest for a month was stage number one, stage number to was going through all the arenas in Emistal and win all the tournaments, stage three was a week in the Dune Desert, and the fourth and final stage was a game of chess with Lucean. The children who passed that test were given specialized training, which depended on their strengths, weaknesses and interests.

Number twelve flew through his training, completing all the basic training at the age of eight rather than ten, completing the training two years ahead of time, which had never before been done and was never done by anyone after him. So at the age of eight he faced a test that had killed children that were two years older than him and passed every stage without a problem. Even the chess match was easy for him; he beat his father at chess without loosing more than five of his pawns and one rook. His father was so impressed by this that he decided to give the child a name and a spot on his mercenary team; he named the boy Lucius and gave him his own room in the south wing of the house. Lucius translate from Mirsh, the Emistalian language, as Great One.

Lucius was impressed with his room although it was about the

size of a storage locker because it was better than the communal room he had shared with nine other people in the east wing, the servants’ quarters. It was then that he was given specialized training as a tactician and to wield the bastard swords efficiently. He finished with this training two years later and asked his father to learn the Fire Arts, the Elemental Art of fire. His father consented and sent him to a monastery of the Fierce Protector for five years, where he mastered the Fire Arts and became a Flame Monk, a powerful fighter with the will of fire at his command.

Also he was asked to be head monk of the monastery, a position that he filled gratefully for fifteen years. Then his father called him into duty as the leader of the squad of mercenaries that was now complete. In the year 5950 Lucean’s squad was officially together.

The nameless squad had six members, numbers three, ten, twelve, twenty-two, twenty-three, and thirty-eight. Three were male and the other three were female. Here is a brief profile of them.

Number three is known as Telih, she was a Latin female. Her skin was the color of almonds and her hair was charcoal black that barley reached her chin. She was Thirty-six when the team formed, stood five-foot-eight inches and weighed one hundred and fourty pounds. Her body was mostly lean muscle; she had very little body fat. Her fighting style was a quick and graceful one that was very randomized. Her weapons of choice were duel short swords and she was a Wind Sage.

Letivl was number ten; he was a thin, weak African male. His skin was the color of dark chocolate, his eyes were bright green and his hair was grayish black and spiked up about two inches from his scalp, he was thirty-one when the team formed. Stood five-foot-nine inches and weighed one hundred and twenty nine pounds. He was a sniper, specializing with a scoped crossbow.

Lucius as you know was number twelve. He was a Caucasian male with grayish skin, gray eyes and messy orange hair. He stood five-foot-six inches and weighed one hundred and sixty-two pounds when the team formed; he was thirty years old at this time. Well-shaped muscular body with very little excess body fat serves his fighting style, which is a swift, balanced, fighting style that focuses on the use of duel bastard in combination with the Fire Arts. He is a Fire Monk, master tactician and the leader of the squad.

Evit was once known as number twenty-two. He had beautiful olive colored skin and slanted light brown eyes that gave always his Asian decent. Greasy long black hair that reached his shoulders it was normally kept in a braid. He stood five-foot-ten inches and weighed one hundred and seventeen pounds, he was tall and lanky but he was mostly muscle. He was twenty-four and used a dexterous fighting style that was based around throwing and knuckles knives and the Shadow Arts for he is a Shadow Stalker.

Natelif was number twenty-three, which would make her Evit’s twin sister. She had light olive colored skin and slightly slanted black eyes, and waist length green dyed braid with black streaks in it. She had stocky, muscled frame but she was still quick enough to be in league with her comrades. She stood five-foot-four inches and weighed one hundred and seventy four pounds. She favored the battle-axe in her hard hitting surprisingly agile fighting style. She also used the Earth Arts in the traditional way of the Earthmover’s.

Number thirty-two was the only half-Nymph and she was known as Distul. She had blue-gray skin and lavender shoulder length hair and her ears were always covered because she thought they were odd looking, she also had red almond shaped eyes with a slight slant. She was the youngest of the six, she was seventeen years old but she was in no way any less useful. She was tall, stood six feet even and very thin, she had very little visible muscle and no body fat; she only weighed eighty-nine pounds. She had a ranged, magic and Fire Art based fighting style. She was a Fire Monk.

The squad was not named for a good seventy years after its inception. In that time the squad acted under their father’s command, taking jobs that would slowly turn the other villages against each other, starting slow burning feuds that lead to a great civil war that Lucean planned to use to control all of Emistal himself. The squad worked for years, taking jobs from one village that would target another always making sure that they could never be traced back to the Red Village. Slowly the other villages began to have disputes and as it slowly grew worse they got into battles to solve these problems.

After fifty years of hard work the squad got to sit back and watch the civil war between the other three villages escalate. Soon the war seemed to rage like an inferno that could not be doused. Ten years into the civil war the Black Village had fallen and its leaders had scattered like mice from a disturbed den. The Green Village had moved most of its citizens into the safest parts of the Dread Forest because the city was uninhabitable. The White Village had only their army to call its citizens and they camped underground because of the bad city conditions. On one fateful day the reminates of the battered and beaten armies met on the muddy banks of the Arch River. Both armies were half-dead with fatigue, hunger, or disease. For the Green Village their armor and weapons consisted of tattered and worn breastplates or equally destroyed leather padding and dulled and broken weapons. For the White Village it was worse, they had almost no armor and very few weapons.

The armies stood not fifty yards from each other, seconds before the generals called our the order to attack a new force appeared. Six cloaked figures rushed the dazed armies. They split into two groups of three and each group took on an army, they armies fell quicker than flies under the nameless enemies’ blades. Thirty minutes later the only ones to leave the bloodied banks of the Arch River were the six nameless, faceless figures that left cloaked in blood instead of just fabric. The Emistalian Civil war ended that night.

The Red Village, no Lucean had prevailed and he was now the supreme ruler of Emistal. The first few months of his rule were spent securing power to the Red Village. After that their time was spent restoring the other cities to their original condition, aside from the Red Village symbols and flags hanging where the original banners had hung.

A decade passed and Emistal was returned to the flourishing nation it had once been, before the war. Now under the Red Flag the citizens of Emistal prospered as mercenaries, for Lucean had ordered that all children were to be trained as mercenaries. Emistalian citizens had the ability to travel to different dimensions thanks to Distul’s invention of the D-gate. The D-gate was a dimensional gate that allowed people to teleport to another dimension. Emistal was a proud flourishing nation, externally.

Internally was a different story. The Fire King had no code of conduct, no constitution, he ruled as he pleased with no limits. He played favorites among the cities, passing laws that would allow one city to flourish while the others were left to poverty. He used propaganda and scare tactics to keep his citizens in line. If a child should be seriously ailed at birth the child was slain. If he was not able to fight he became a farmer or rancher, or some other form of menial worker. Emistal was a communist government ruled by anarchy.

Lucius and his siblings realized the mistake they had made and banded together once again to set things right. They wanted to fix Emistal once and for all, to unite it under one government. The group finally found their name, the Elders. They formed a plan to take down the Fire King and his corrupt government. They started in the White Village, starting a small resistance in that village. They gathered people who hated Lucean together, convinced them to fight against him. Then they slowly spread out to all the villages. Within three months the resistance army had grown so great that they had to live in the catacombs that lie beneath Emistal’s great cities to remain hidden from Lucean’s militia. After three years they had a trained army ready to fight under the command of the half-vampyres without prejudice, an army of twenty thousand loyal soldiers.

The plan took action quickly but discreetly. A group of five thousand resistance fighters would go to each city. Then within the course of a month a group of fifty would go out every night and kill off maybe one hundred of the great King’s soldiers. This plot worked great, they lost few soldiers and no one ever thought to look in the catacombs for the killers. Soon the militia was just a bunch of hapless soldiers, within two years Emistal had no militia and Lucean had no control over his citizens.

One night the Elders snuck into the Fire King’s palace and engaged him in a long rigorous battle that lasted three days and two nights. The battle raged between the six half breeds and their sire as hot as molten steel, each side evenly matched, nothing to turn the tables. But then a misstep by Letivl and he lay dead on the floor. This enraged the rest of the group so much that they found within themselves the great power to in turn slay their own father.

In the months that followed the Elders worked to revamp

Emistal’s government with a constitution that would secure the rights and liberties of its citizens and rulers. As they worked to do this Emistal’s new militia worked to keep some sort of semblance of peace among the confused cities. From Fupiy, the ninth month to Avin, the fourth month, five months after they began writing it, Lucius and his siblings finished the Emistalian constitution.

The basic out line was that Emistal would be divided into four countries. In each country there would be a capital city, these would be ruled by one elder. Then these elders would report to one elder, the Death Elder. Also each city would have its own constitution.

The ruling Elders were quickly chosen from among the small group. Telih, the Wind elder, would rule the White Village, she was chosen because of her mastery of the Wind Style. Distul would rule the Red Village as the Fire Elder; she was a great fire monk. Natelif was the Earth Elder to rule the Green Village; she was an Earth Mover and devoted to the Stalwart Mother. Evit was named the Shadow Elder and took the responsibility for the Black Village. Last was Lucius, the Death Elder the great ruler of all of Emistal.

Chapter 3

Most Emistalians were happy with the new government. The laws were fair and most citizens had equal standings, the penal system was set on record and not left to the mercy of wayward judges. However their were quiet a few citizens that found the new government and its leaders, a bunch of washed up half-breeds, to be weak and unfit.

A year after the new constitutions were in place revolts, riots and rebellions began to plague the Red Village, some would do anything to prove that the current leaders of Emistal could not run it. So in response to these violent disruptions, the temples of that city began to send out disciples to patrol the city and break up these incursions should they arise. But even with these new precautionary measures the riots began to spread across the continent. The people were demanding stronger leaders.

As this progressed the Elders turned to alchemy to try to become full-fledged vampyres. The citizens would not be able to defy that power, but that was not their only motive for changing themselves. The life of a half-breed is a life of torment, the two battling sides of their genetics was wearing down their bodies and it did not seem that the crazy rebels were not too far off in their assumptions that the Elder’s could not rule Emistal. They mastered the ancient art of alchemy in a year, and then they began to research human, or vampyre, transmutations and genetics.

Three years later they had researched and planned their

transmutation. They would have to hyper stimulate the vampryc part of their DNA and slowly diminish the human part of their DNA. The only one who merely wanted to bring her body into balance was Distul; she thought that her nymph decent was a distinct part of her being and personality.

They carefully set up the first transmutation between the four half-human elders. They would take one building and carve the symbols for the transmutation into the walls of four rooms; all the rooms had connected circles. In each room there was a circle for one elder to sit in. When the time came, one elder would be in each room, sitting in the circle. They would simultaneously transmute, and hopefully their calculations were correct and they would all emerge full vamps. For Distul’s transmutation it would be much simpler, she would just slightly alter her physiology to bring her body in sync.

Distul attempted her transmutation first, and emerged successful. Next the other elders tried their transmutation. It was an awesome sight, as the elders all lay their hands on the circles around them the building lit up in a brilliant blue light as particles of the assembled materials began floating around them, slowly being absorbed into the bodies of the four elders. The transmutation ended quickly and pretty much surprisingly.

The Elders looked no different, felt no different and in essence were no different. They seemed to have failed, for a couple of weeks. About a month after the transmutation Lucius began to notice physical changes in his body as well as increased sun sensitivity and greater blood lust, as time passed this seemed to grow worse, soon he was a slave to the dark and the warm blood that flowed through the veins of all that lived. Then about four months after this began it just suddenly stopped. In the following year the other three members of the group had the same sickness and then it would just fade, and then a little over a year after Lucius first experienced it, Distul got the sickness as well, even though she was not a full vampyre.

Now the Elder’s were powerful and the citizens who had rejected Lucius and his siblings now grudgingly accepted them as leaders. Now Emistal was flourishing as a great nation. The trained mercenaries that the continent was famed for were in every dimension now. Emistal had no army, when they were under attack they just sent a team of mercenaries to take care of the problem.

These times were grand for all but the Emistalian leaders. The five elders had begun acting strangely. Lucius was feeling guilt and compassion for the first time in his life and it was driving him crazy. Telih was succumbing to self-doubt and depression. Natelif was becoming more stubborn and hostile than ever before. Distul was now prone to violent out bursts; she was slowly becoming withdrawn. Evit was loosing his trust in his comrades and was constantly on edge. Years past and these traits steadily grew worse, they began to show more often and each time they got worse. In less than a decade they grew into separate personalities, taking their own names and sometimes seizing control of their bodies until the original personality could seize control again. By the time a decade had passed, the personalities were out of control, having taking over control of the host’s body completely they disregarded the original personalities responding only to their own names rather that the those of the Elders. The worst thing was that both personalities still existed and the constant power struggle was driving most of them insane, the elder’s were a state of constant flux between alters.

Lucius was now calling himself Blaze. Blaze constantly trying to change what Lucius was doing, trying to make him have a conscience while Blaze himself was emotional and always acted as though he had a guilty conscience.

Telih had become Malora, a depressed and self-doubting woman who often starved herself and was prone to self mutilate.

Natelif was now Wubario, a woman who was hostile and constantly in a bad mood.

Distul was responding only to Faefil, who was violent and unreasonable, when she wasn’t curled into a ball and mumbling to herself. Evit was identifying as Aesfol, the untrusting often conniving alter that never left his room. The altars could switch at any time; this often made them dangerous to the people around them.

One day, it became too much for Blaze, trying to rule Emistal in his current condition was just too much. So he left, just walked through a D-gate and disappeared. After the Blaze left the remaining Elders decided to pass on their roles as Elders to younger, more stable leaders and began to try and regain control of themselves. First they had to find the cause of the problem, so they started with DNA. They had thought that they had merely stimulated the vampryc particles of their DNA, but they found after examining the DNA slides under a focus lens that they had actually spilt their DNA into two strands, human and vampyre. Their bodies had likewise split, it was as though the parts of their brain had split and they were two different people in the same body, even their physic was different. The vampryc side had first shown with the bloodlust, and then their bodies had reverted to a human state. When they transitioned into the vampryc form their bodies were stronger, more athletic, they had more energy and stamina. They also discovered that the strength of their ‘demons’, as they called them seemed to grow in strength as they did, they were directly proportional in physical standings.

Natelif and Telih began to toy with the possibility of a seal that would restrain the unwanted personality, within months they began to research seals and restraints. Soon after they started the research the ‘demons’ began to retaliate and began to destroy the notes that they had taken. The demons did not want to be sealed away; they did not want be permanently side lined while the former Elders went on with their lives as though the altars had never existed. Though they were hindered and stumped through the process of engineering a seal that would restrain the demons inside of them without causing the loss of major body systems, which was the main problem they faced. They finally came up with a prototype seal that would hopefully do what they needed of it.

They decided to test it on themselves before sharing the news of a seal with the others. So Telih set the seal on Natelif to seal Wubario. The seal worked for a week then it broke and allowed the agitated alter free from its internal prison, sending Natelif into a month that was spent mastering the dark altar through forceful transitions and stubborn determination. However while Natelif got a hold of herself, Telih began to figure out why the seal had not worked. Toward the end of the month she realized that the seal that they had used was for fighting back stimulants that in essence force the body to release large amounts of energy, she needed a seal that would stop an entity from emerging or growing.

It took another decade and the rest of the elder’s help for them to develop a working seal that could be applied to the skin. But finally they seemed to have the seal that they were looking for after years of failed attempts, worthless seals and a constant internal war. The group decided to test it and see if it worked so Evit was chosen to seal Aesfol for the test. The application of the seal was unremarkable in all ways, no adverse reactions to the incantations or seal itself. The seal was made out of a repressor seal, a seal that was generally used to repress or abolish certain behaviors or traits in demon and other creatures. They beefed up the seal to block out parts of the brain when certain hormones were released. The seal held out on Evit as they put him through the most rigorous training schedule any of them had ever seen, much less done. Soon all the elders had been sealed and were continuing with parts of their lives that had long since been forgotten.

A few decades past and all the elders had children, except for Telih. The first born of all their children was Evit’s daughter Lizia. The shadow elder and his wife, Vexis, were blessed with this child. She grew quickly but never too quickly, as Evit put it. All of the adults in her life were constantly on watch for an inner demon, or altar, as she grew older. In the first twenty years of her life she seemed normal, no inner demon had reared its head.

Next was the son of Natelif and her husband, Girvon. The boy was named Realou, after the adopted son of the Stalwart Mother. After that, the stillborn child of Distul, a poor child whose father was a male escort, was born. Her death shook Distul, she was not married nor did she have anyone to comfort this loss and make it bearable. In her distraught, crazed state she turned to her sister. Telih at the time had no experience with emotions of other people; she had never been in a long-term relationship and thought more of herself than others. The former Wind Elder was confused and puzzled by her sister’s problem and knew nothing of her pain, but she did her best to help with the pain and sooth the nymph.

After a few months Distul began to return to a more normal state of mind, not normal but no longer crazed. Telih found that her nymph sister was much easier to deal with now that she actually had reason in here mind, rather than the emotional craze that she had weathered for months. At that point Telih, no stranger to the art of seduction, began to use her best persuasion skills to prod her sister back to her usual behavior. Though, somewhere between the thought and the delivery the intentions were muddled and Telih, despite her attempts not to, ended up seducing her confused sister.

At first Telih had barley noticed that her sister, now slowly returning to a sane state, had become interested in women. This did not disturb the vampyre; in fact she saw it as a small victory. However soon she realized that her nymph sister was taking an interest in her. At first it had seemed that Distul was simply becoming more attached to her full-blooded sister. But the things became more noticeable, the lusty gazes that were aimed at Telih when the vampyre nymph thought she wasn’t paying attention, the well disguised groping, the hugs that became too intimate, or the simple kisses of greeting that were returned with fervent passion, and then seemingly the great discovery.

It was just before dusk and Distul had come to clean her half sister up after a long day of fucking one of her many sex-friends. Telih lay spent and immobile, her eyes glazed, as she barley remained conscious. Her body was covered in blood, sweat and sex juice, the smell of mix was almost too arousing to resist for the balanced half-breed, but she managed and went about sponging off her sister and covering her for sleep. Yet all the while as Distul worked, her arousal grew and grew and soon it was unbearable, Telih was not helping either; every touch to her sensitive thighs, tummy and sex made her moan delightfully and her hips buck for more attention. It was a small wonder that after her sister was asleep that Distul snuck back to the room and lay next to her sister at she pleasured her own sex.

When the Wind Sage awoke to find her sister next to her, creamy from orgasm and the look of longing on her face, she panicked. She began to throw women at her sister, trying to get her to give up the pursuit of her sister. This however backfired because the vampyre nymph found that all women were unsatisfactory in some way when compared to her love. It took close to a year of this game for Telih to give into her sister’s wishes for just one night of passion.

That night was magical outside of the candle lit and satin draped bedroom, yet both lovers met with apprehension. Distul was inexperienced in the way to pleasure women and Telih didn’t know what expect from her eccentric sister. They started slow and awkward, with kisses and nuzzling then after a few glasses of whiskey (neither drank wine.) they grew bolder, groping and fondling ensued close behind. By the time that the sun rose outside the specially treated window the two had explored and learned so much that they began to fancy themselves as a workable couple. So the two estranged lovers began courting and married within a year. (There are no laws in Emistal against such things.)

Yet even in the gayest of times trouble arose. As the White and Red Elders, or former Elders, explored their relationship even farther, it seemed that the fist born of the next generation had developed an Inner demon such as the rest of the clan’s. But it was peculiar that the Inner Demon that was born into Lizia was more of a protector rather than intruder. Rather than forcing it’s way into control of Lizia’s body, it only took control when the girl was in dire need of help. Then when the Demon, Syle as she called herself, was done in their shared body Lizia would take over again. One of the downsides of this was that afterwards the girl was so sapped for energy that she would be fatigued for days, even up to two weeks. The Elder’s were so surprised with this new demon that they didn’t even try to seal it.

Then a few years after Syle surfaced on the same day that he first surfaced, Lizia began to have phantom pains in old wounds and other trivial ailments that were disregarded as sore muscles and whatnot. Then a month after this began Lizia just collapsed, and lapsed into a coma of sorts, and then as the days of a week passed by her body began to fail and by the end of the second week she was pronounced dead. The whole ‘family’ mourned her death for the three hours that she remained dead.

Amazing enough, three hours after her death the girl returned to the living, yet this time she could unleash Syle when she wished and would not be drained by her own power. The elders named this syndrome Inner Demon Rebirth or I.D.R.

Millennia past and all of the former elder’s had children, even Telih and Distul. The couple had had an accident with a male whore who planted his seed in Distul. The elder’s learned that some inner demons were more malicious than others and a few even had to be seal, though not as severely. However all of them went through I.D.R.