He had different names.
He had been called lots of things.
A monster.
Mankind's enemy.
A demon.
He was feared, not just by a select few, but by all.
But today, no one knew why.
It seemed someone angered the demon.
He decided to be cruel.
One could only imagine what would happen, when the devil pays you a visit.
It was just as they had expected.
Ramus the Prince of the vampires, came, and he brought destruction with him.
He visited the Nightshade coven who had thier nest located in an ultra-modern Skyscrapper, and with him came approaching death.
The entire 'witches' coven had been completely wiped out.
Nothing was left.
Only ashes.
Shouts and screams of pain and agony.
It was truly a visit from the devil.
"please have mercy", she begged, but her pleas meant nothing before those deep crimson eyes that stared down at her.
She could tell.
"You all will pay," Rasmus said, his face twisting to form a sarcastic expression. He bared his fangs and them into her neck, blood dripping down her neck as Rasmus sucked her dry.
He dropped the dry husk that was once a body and scanned around, his mouth dripping with blood.
Crouching down he looked at the body, he moved his hands and closed the eyeballs of the dead person.
He turned back to look at all the others advancing backwards. He walked towards them with cold, calculated predatory movements.
Beads of tears that looked like blood dripped down his eyes, dyeing his face in patches of red.
Why?!! Why?!! Why did you people have to take her away from me?. He screamed.
He raised his hands and flames suddenly began revolving around his palm. "you all deserve to pay".
Pointing his hands at one of them she exploded in flames, taking only a second for her to dissappear from the face of the earth.
"You just go around killing our kind because of a stupid grudge for centuries. I hate you so much," a young girl said through tears and snot, her wet, messy hair sticking to her forehead.
A gasp escaped the lips of one of the onlookers as she looked at the young girl with pity, shivering as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"A pretty grudge, you say?" Rasmus flashed a wry smile while slowly advancing towards her.
The cold girl shivered and moved back until she hit the wall, then crouched down, goosebumps appearing all over her skin as she felt cold all over.
"I'll say it was the beginning of a dark age for me." Moving like a flash, he grabbed her neck in a chokehold, then stared directly into her eyes.
His eyes turned pitch black, and so did hers. "Aargh!" she screamed, and her body went cold as froth dripped from the corner of her mouth.
Rasmus dropped her cold, lifeless body on the ground, her face still showing a scared expression even in death.
The smell of urine filled the whole place; even in death, the fear she felt was great.
"You all do not have the right to judge me!" He turned to look at the rest, who were all gathered there.
The wind started to blow heavily, making his raven-black hair flow backwards; his hair looked alive, like snakes coiling their bodies.
"Do you know what it feels like to lose your most loved one?" he continued. The wind became chilly, and his eyes turned crimson.
They were looking at him now... that feeling, it was the feeling of staring death face to face.
"Do you know what it feels like to be betrayed by someone you considered blood?"
He shut his eyes, and tears rolled down his cheeks to the floor. But on a closer look, it wasn't tears; it was blood.
They all shivered seeing such a grotesque scene. As the blood tears rolled down, it seemed to have gained a life of its own as it formed a circle around him.
'Do you know the pain I felt as my once well-lit life became total darkness just because she left?'
The blood tears gathered together and materialized into a small dagger that screamed immense power.
The blade shimmered with a crimson hue, constantly shifting like it was alive, pulsating with an aura that inspired just one emotion:
fear... the fear of approaching death.
"And it was all because of your accursed ancestors!" He slowly levitated into the air and stared down at the long hallway with deep-seated hatred.
"You all must die." His lips curved into a wry smile as he waved his hand, and the dagger went straight at the rest of the witches spread out in front of him.
Crimson filled the air as the wall was dyed red with the blood of the witches.
"Brezza nummm!" a young lady chanted, pointing her wand towards Rasmus.
A dome of energy appeared and covered the last remaining witches of the coven.
"Who dares to resist?" , Rasmus asked and flashed a smile turning to look at the lady.
"Ohh it's Shayla, I tought you abandoned your coven". He continued.
"How does it matter, one of us will not leave here alive". She said.
A strange feisty aura sorrounded her, she closed her eyes and chanted, opening her eyes it was white.
"Yes.... it doesn't matter, in the face of absolute power, you shall die as a consequence of the actions your ancestors took centuries ago".
"I won't regret losing my life here today and neither do I regret the choice my ancestors made. she was your strength and needed to be brought down". Shayla said while summoning out a potion out of thin air which she downed immediately.
Her aura immediately skyrocketed, her body emitting a visible green hue that swirled round her like a snake coiling round its prey.
"Can't you hear how pathetic you sound" , Shayla continued. "You are slowly losing it and in a few centuries you will lose yourself to the rage and fall, only to become a tool at the beck and call of my fellow witches, and the vampire race will no longer be on top of the food chain".
"I am Vampire Prince Rasmus and I am not a slave to anyone!!."
His aura sky rocketed, his eyes flew open shining a bright crimson, his finger elongated into claws, his limbs growing longer and thinner and his teeth were now sharp canines.
He moved like the wind and grabbed her neck, following the strong scent of blood coming from her, he sunk his canines into her flesh and sucked her dry in seconds his eye turning white from euphoria.
Several of the witches closed thier eyes at the scene, while others shivered at the scene thier mind racing with fear.
The monster known as Rasmus now turned and took slow deliberate steps towards the rest.
With bloodlust evident in his eyes he scanned around. With great speed he swiped his claws towards a group of witches.
Enough!.
Someone said. He had ires that were the the color of blood, long silver hair that was tied to a knot which gave him an ethereal look.
He moved at an unnatural speed and grabbed his Rasmus claw, a poker expression plastered on his face.
They stared at each other, eyeball to eyeball, a strange look plastered on Rasmus face.