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.