What follows is a tale of lord Darkspring , one of the many accross the multiples universes




Neuyru hated the eastern provinces. The folk were inbreeding, sullen and foolish. Ignorant peasants ruled by an aristocracy of demented fools. He was only here because he was to powerful for the emperor to kill. Neuyru had to admire the old bastard. After the end of the Great War, Neuyru was a political hot potato. As the one who had killed the leader of the horde and destroyed his demon generals, Neuyru was the people's champion. And therefore a threat to the emperor. So as a reward he was given Keilstein, a small backward principality nestled between the lands of three vampire queens and a wolf king. Neuyru hated the undead, despite being an accomplished necromancer. Of course as soon as they arrived and he saw the state of the land he had being given he set about repairing it. The old nobility were given a choice. Do as they were told or be removed. Count Nostram laughed in Neuyru's face. The laughter had stopped when Neuyru broke his arm. Truth is told it was only his wife who prevented Neuyru killing every last one of them. But after four families were removed from power and replaced, the rest towed the line. It had being a year but Neuyru had turned the province around. Education and health were good, farming had being improved and the roads repaired. But then had come the bandits. Idiotic men who thought they could cower Neuyru with their pathetic demands. After the first town had been raised Neuyru set out after them alone and armed only with his sword and staff. The next night the peasants awoke to find each and every bandit staked out along the road, dead or dying. His wife knew of her husband's bitter hatred for men like them so she said nothing, even though the brutality of Neuyrus vengeance disturbed her.

What Neuyru hated the most was the traditions of these parts. Every year on midwinter one of the local rulers held a state dinner for the rest. This year it was Neuyru's turn. Of his Neighbours, the three vampires Queens and the werewolf, he had found that only Lilith had any sort of civilised bone in her. She was the best of them all, fair and just to her subjects and made sure her children never harmed them. Tarla and Cristia on the other hand were arch bitches of the highest order. Laws in their lands were brutal and oppressive and Neuyru had being forced to kill many of their children when they incurred on to his lands. Jarn the wolf king was an animal but treated his people like part of his pack. Before Neuyru, when Keilstein was ruled by the vampire king Surtis, the two lands had being at war for generations. When Neuyru turned up and executed Surtis and destroyed his clan, Jarn sent emissaries saying the war was over but implied that he would be watching.

Sitting in the great hall now, with the other rulers at his table and their minions seated at the others Neuyru had to hold himself back from tearing the throats out of most of them. Lilith had come with just her body guards and no one else. But Tarla and Cristia had brought their family and Neuyru found himself sharing a hall with other thirty vampires, most of which were arrogant fools. He thanked the gods his wife was away, visiting her family. Just then he noticed commotion at the end of the table. One of Tarla's get was holding a servant face down on the table, laughing as the man choked. Neuyru in a movement no one saw threw his sword. The purple flame of the blade left a pretty trail in the air before it embedded itself in the vampire's chest, bursting through his back and severing his spine. The vampire didn't even get the chance to scream before collapsing on the floor the purple flame consuming him. Neuyru got up and slowly walked to retrieve his sword. Another of Tarla's gets stood up to bar his path and Neuyru grabbed the vampire in the same way his brother had grabbed Neuyru's servant. He smashed his head into the table again and again until it was a bloody mess in his hand. Dropping the vampire and retrieving his sword he walked back to the head of the table. "The next one of you arrogant undead fools who touched my servants will condemn all of your kin to death. Do I make myself clear? The emperor may let you run your kingdoms as you see fit but when in mine you obey my rules". Tarla had turned red with rage. She stood up screaming. "How dare you, how dare you kill my sons". Neuyru slowly turned to her and held out his sword, the tip touching her throat. "Normally witch I have a problem with harming woman but push me and tonight ill make the exception". Tarla sat down, still red with anger and just to make a point Neuyru cut her chin. "There is a new lord of this manor ladies and gentleman. And unlike my predecessor I will not tolerate you or your egos. Get used to it. Now get the hell out of my castle".


Queen Tarla was enraged. As they boarded their carriages , she turned to her sons Lucak and Tharin. "Take the Vengir and make that bastard pay" she hissed. As the carriages left the city the Vengir, Tarlas elite fighting force lept from them into the shadows


Neuyru stood at the gate awaiting his wife's return. These last few days he had felt old and tired, not feelings he normally felt. He had spent most of the time since he feast in his study. Even the books had held no interest in him. It felt as if he was losing something. "I have" he thought, trying to remember where he had put the Codex necropoli, the great book of the ancient liche Vanthur. It was important he find what he had done with it but every time he tried to concentrate his mind began to wonder. Once his wife got back, Neuyru was sure he would feel better. As he stood waiting he failed to notice the movements from the shadows around him. Then she came through the gates. sShe had chosen to ride in, rather than sit in the carriage and the sight of her on her white horse, her hair and cloak fluttering behind her brought a smile to Neuyrus face . But something was wrong. Suddenly men surrounded them .Nauru went to cast a spell but the words tumbled from his mind and he stood there, unable to think. Then he recognised the leader of these men. It was Lucak, Tarlas first sired. Lucak starred at Neuyru and all thoughts of fighting vanished. Neuyru didn't even resist as the vampire and is men lead them into the great Hall.

Neuyru stood amid the vampires. His mind was clouded; a thick fog of uncertainty filled him. The vampires laughed at the archmages confusion, pressing their advantage home. Lucuk, their leader smiled at Neuyru. "Where is your power now mage "he spat." now I shall take your people as my own. But first your wife will become my bride "he grabbed Neuyreus wife , holding her by the throat. But she started to laugh, much to lucuks confusion. "Why do you laugh meat" he asked in annoyance. she pointed to Neuyru. Lucak turned to the archmage and stepped back. Neuyru's eyes were on fire. An aura of magic surrounded him, blazing white hot with fury and rage. Neuyru was angry. The confusion of the vampire's mental hypnosis was gone, cut away the moment he laid a hand on the mages wife . "You stupid piece of dead flesh" Neuyru roared "you come into my land and try to bring me to my knees. I am the son of a prince of hell and a daughter of the light. I have far more power than you shall ever understand. But you nearly had me. You caught me unprepared and would have taken me except for one small mistake "He stepped towards the vampire, throwing one of the others across the hall as he did so." you tried to hurt my wife". And then quicker than the vampire thought was possible, Neuyru buried his metal hand in the vampire's chest and tore his heart free. Lucuk looked down at his heart and fell. Neuyru turned to the other vampires. "Now you all die". With a speed beyond even them, Neuyru was among them. He clawed the face from one and tore the head of another. His wife cast a spell and a huge ball of flame rolled across the vampires. Its blistering fire left Neuyru unharmed but consumed undead flesh. The few outside the Fires influence tried to run but Neuyrus wife was quicker. Another spell was cast and arrows of burning light flew from her hands. Each vampire was struck and consumed from within by the holy fire of Her spell. Then Neuyru shouted out but it was too late. A vampire had his wife and before Neuyru's eyes sank its fangs into her Neck. Neuyru leapt through the air and landed besides them. He ripped the vampire away and held his wife. In the moments the vampire had bitten her, it had drank heavily. Neuyru laid her down, feeling her pulse get weak. He began to chant. Magic flowed trough him, around his hands and onto his ladies wounds. He couldn't believe how much blood she had lost. He concentrated. , feeling his own life-force flow into her. In his mind he could see her blood becoming thicker and the poison of the vampires bite evaporating. He continued chanting, pouting more if his own life into his wife. Finally he collapsed next to her. He felt her hand on his and heard her whisper his name before he fell unconscious.

Neuyru stood next to his wife. She lay sleeping in bed, the bruising around the small puncher marks in her neck gradually fading. Neuyru had slept for hours after healing her and when he awoke he had gone to the dungeon to visit the scum who had hurt her. He didn't ask any questions. He didn't want to. He wanted to hurt the beast that had hurt his wife. . It had taken a long time for the vampire's broken and beaten body to give up. It had screammed for hours before Neuyru, getting bored , had ripped its heart from its body. Neuyru thought of the vampire as an it. He could no more think of them as people than he could the bandits who had killed his sister all those years ago. Neuyru looked once more at his sleeping wife ." When she wakes, tell her where I've gone and that I love her". Then he vanished

The second part of a tale concerning Lord Darkspring



Neuyru walked through the streets of Culak, capital city of Engelstein. He hated this place. Of the vampire kingdoms on the shadow sea, Englestein was by far the worse. Draculvania, ruled by the great vampire queen Lilith was civilised. The vampire rulers treated their people as well as any other ruler in the eastern kingdoms. But In Englestein, the people were cattle. The vampires abused them and killed at a whim. If it wasn't for the fact that Neuyru needed to satisfy his desire for vengeance and the Book stolen by one of queen Tarlas get, he would not even be here. The stench of despair in Culak was overpowering. The peasants were unwashed and sullen, no life in them. They moved out of his way, assuming by the clothes he wore and the confidence with which he walked he was one of their masters. How wrong they were. Neuyru was far worse than that. Lost in his musings he walked strait out in front of a black carriage. The driver halted it and shouted at him. Neuyru looked at the Driver. He was a thrall, not quite a vampire but gifted by his master with almost supernatural senses and strength. This meant of course that a vampire was in the carriage. What a perfect way to announce his arrival. Neuyru smiled as the thrall got down and thundered towards him, raising a sword. Neuyru let the blade bite into his arm, where it stuck in the iron of his golem part . with one fluid movement He disarmed the thrall and sent him sprawling to his knees. Before the man could get up Neuyru thrust the sword into his chest. Inside the carriage the Vampire sensed the death of his pet. Enraged he leapt from the carriage, his face twisted in bestial rage. "How dare you" the vampire shouted starring at the corpse of his servant. Neuyru simply smiled and walked away. He waited for the attack to come and was not disappointed. The vampire flew at him, his hands transformed into claws. Neuyru moved faster than the vampire and brought his fist down into the small of the vampires back as he went past. The vampire fell across the road, quickly leapt to his feet and attacked again. Neuyru backhanded it across the face, crushing its nose and cracking its teeth. He grabbed the vampire by the hair and lifted him ff the ground. "You must be young to throw away your immortality so easily beast " he spat and swung the sword. The metal cut into the vampire's neck but Neuyru stopped halfway. Not severing the head. He dropped the vampire to the floor. "Tell your queen I am coming and I want my book and i want her head " He kicked the vampire to the floor and walked away, dropping the blood stained blade behind him.

Neuyru headed towards the castle at the centre of Culak, watching the monstrous bat that was the vampire he had just hurt fly past overhead. Soon more would come and attempt to stop him. He didn't care. They had attacked his home, attacked his wife and stolen a book from him. He was not here to exchange pleasantries. He was here to avenge the insult upon him. The book was not important really, just a copy of an ancient grimoire. The original lay in his vault still. No what really got his goat was the fact that the vampire scum had nearly killed his wife. It was only Neuyrus mastery of healing magic's that had purge the vampiric taint form her and allowed her to heal. Even now she lay in bed, still recovering. Neuyru could not let that go unpunished. They had attacked his wife. He knew it was his own fault. He had being to arrogant with them. But still he would kill their queen. She was a rabid beast as far as Neuyru was concerned and no more deserved to live than any other parasite. The gates of the castle were locked when Neuyru arrived. He could see the magic warding the gate and the walls around it. Powerful magic but for some one like him easy to unlock. He held out his staff and began chanting. Across the gate the runes began to burn and vanish as the magic within them was drawn out. It drifted up in the air in front of the gate, a swirling ball of multicoloured light. Then it exploded, tearing the gates down and demolishing the gatehouse. Cries of alarm went up from inside the castle as Neuyru stepped over the rubble. He felt the will of several vampires directed against him. But he was ready. The mental defences he had prepared surged and the vampires found their domination brushed easily aside. Then the thralls attacked. They swarmed over the mage, kicking and punching and stabbing. Neuyru threw them back and his staff changed to a sword, purple flame erupting along its blade. Neuyru said nothing as he decapitated the first thrall and removed the legs of a second. The rest moved back as He raised his blade. Distance was no protection as the purple flame of his blade bellowed out, consuming another two. More appeared in the courtyard and Neuyru began casting a spell. The earth rumbled and split apart. Fire and ash erupted from the ground throwing the thralls back and into disarray. Neuyru leapt through the flames and into them, his sword weaving in and out of their defences, slicing through torsos and removing limbs. The screams of the dying thralls filled the air, audible over the rumble of the earthquake. Now the vampires came .Neuyru hated them so much. A diet of frightened peasant had made them weak. They had not faced a proper fight in decades and Neuyru was a proper fight. He slowly changed, becoming taller; his skin blacked and became scaled and huge wings burst from his back. Two large curved horns erupted from his temple and his entire body became sheathed in flame. "Hear me vampires. I am the son of a prince of the netherworld I will destroy you all for your affront to my honour" and with that he was among them. The vampires stood no chance against Neuyru's rage his clawed hands tore throats and faces and crushed ribs and disembowel stomachs. Vampires burst into flames as their hearts were removed and others turned and fled, only for the monstrous being that was Neuyru to pull their spines from their backs. Within a few minutes the courtyard was a charnel house, the blood of the living and the dead mingling on the cobbled floor. Neuyru calmed himself and returned to his human form and entered the castle.

The throne room of Queen Tarla was silent. The queen sat on her throne surrounded by her court waiting. She didn't have to wait long. The doors exploded inwards. Together, her vampire mages let lose a barrage of spells into the doorway, hoping to slay the wizard. But when the smoke cleared, there no sign. "Sorry to disappoint you, your maj" Neuyru said stepping out from behind the throne, pulling the head from one of the vampire mages as he did so. In a frenzy of movement he killed the rest, removing the heads from all of them with his sword. Then he turned to the queen, the tip of his sword against her throat. "Where is the one who took my book?" The queen waved her hand and the vampire lord Tharin was thrown forward to the floor. The book he had taken was placed next to him "Have him mage and leave my court" the queen spat. Neuyru smiled and floated down to the vampire on the floor. Grabbing a hand full of hair, Neuyru lifted him from the ground and held him. He whispered into the vampire's ear. "Your queen seeks to sacrifice you to save her. I won't kill you Tharin. "With a smile he threw the vampire. Glass shattered as he vampire smashed through the window and went sailing over the balcony. Neuyru picked up the book and turned to leave. Then he stopped and turned back to the queen. "Oh one last thing your Maj. He was a prince of your court, you yourself sired him as you did Lucuk. They would not have come to my home without your say so. So that means you are responsible for my wife's brush with death". The queen stiffened and screamed in rage "kill him". The vampires surged forward clawing and biting at the mage. The queen looked in with a satisfied smile on her face as her children buried the Archmage .Then her smile turned to pain as Neuyrus wife ported into the throne room next to her. She thrust a sharpened stake, blessed and dripping with holy water into the queen's heart. The queen screamed , a wolf like howl that gave pause to her subjects who looked up at her , fear and despair in their eyes . In a mere moment the queen shrivelled and crumbled, the weight of centuries ravaging her body. All that was left was dust. The other vampires were numb with shock. Some, the more stable fled. The rest just stood there. They turned as laughter filled the hall. Neuyru stood up, his eyes burning with purple fire, the sword in his hand glowing with his power. He ran amongst them, his blade hacking into undead flesh. The vampires scattered in fear but Neuyus wife with a wave of her hand closed all the doors in the throne room locking them in. She wiped the remains of the queen from the throne and sat down, watching her husband. Neuyru moved quickly and without noise, weaving a silent dance of death amongst the undead. Any he missed his wife burned to ash with magic . Soon the whole room was silent. Not one vampire survived. Neuyru ran to his wife and kissed her passionately. As they left the throne room, Tharin came back into the castle, having survived the fall. Neuyru pointed his sword at him. "Rule wisely and fair vampire or ill be back". Tharin nodded and ran from the castle as the fire spread. Neuyru and his lady walked slowly towards the city gates, the fires of the burning castle rising high behind them. Neuyru turned to his wife and looking into her Beautiful Green eyes , kissed her. "Make sure I never become like them "he whispered to her" Promise me". "I promise" she replied as they rose into the air.

The end of one story but in the infinate planes of the universe another is just beginning

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