The Story of St. Augustine

A young man by the name of Vladamir Tatich had worked his way up from an apprentice at the local farm to finally fulfilling his lifelong goal of working for St. Augustine. As all of the townspeople know, St. Augustine was the leader of the Holy Knights of the 7th Order. These Holy Knights have always protected the town from evil. Now, as the army was becoming much stronger, they were preparing to branch off further to the west. Rumors had it that an evil race of blood sucking men were emerging there. This news had caused fear throughout the land. Never before had there been any actual sightings, only rumors. Now, word has gotten back that indeed vampires were overtaking the Bar-Gith forest. A feast was being prepared and a celebration was at hand on this night. For in the morning the army would march into Bar-Gith and destroy forever the myth of the vampire.

On this very night, St. Augustine was hard at work on his presentation he was to give to the townspeople. In the basement, Vladamir was working hard on a new sword for his master to carry into combat. Vladamir had dedicated his life to St. Augustine ever since St. Augustine had taken pity upon him at a local fair. Vladamir was wrestling a hog in the fair to earn money for his master. The farm was not doing so well as of late, and Vladamir had been doing a lot of extra jobs to carry the farm. St. Augustine liked the gusto of Vladamir and sent a letter for him to come to the castle and join his staff. Vladamir, upon reading the letter, immediately darted out the door, spat on his former "master", and ran down the road to the castle. Ever since that day, Vladamir and St. Augustine had been the best of friends. Vladamir seldom left his Master's side. St. Augustine had been preparing Vladamir for the Knighthood. In St. Augustine's heart, Vladamir was like a son to him. Unknowm to Vladamir, St. Augustine was going to officially adopt the 18-year-old Vladamir.

Meanwhile, high above the god Seluctruh looked on in disbelief. With the power of the Darkstone he had slowly started the process of building a race of Vampires in his likeness. He had slowly started releasing some of his "prototypes" on the forest of Bar-Gith to test out their powers. They were not exactly perfect but he had slowly assembled a small coven of vampires. Now, his dream was about to end because of one man ... St. Augustine! As Seluctruh looked down he saw a young lad working hard on a sword for St. Augustine. A smile beamed from Seluctruh lips.

Vladamir heard a noise and turned around to see a dark figure standing before him. Seluctruh was a young looking god and his skin was fair like the color of snow, his touch is rumored to be as cold. "Hello, my name is Seluctruh". Seluctruh bowed and sat down before Vladamir. Vladamir peered at the god and wondered what kind of prank this was. Seluctruh was rumored to be the god of vampires. Everybody knew vampires and Seluctruh were just lore and nothing more, children's stories if you will. Vladamir wondered how anybody could have gotten past the guards. Seluctruh stood up and walked over to Vladamir. They gazed into each other's eyes. Seluctruh knew he could get any mortal to do his bidding. The vampire's gaze was more than any mortal could resist. It was hypnotic. Seluctruh slowly whispered into Vladamir's left ear, "I need you to do me a favor. I need you to kill your master in cold blood tonight".

Vladamir weeped. "I can't", yelled Vladamir. Seluctruh sunk his teeth hard into Vladamir's neck. Blood poured out from the god's mouth. Seluctruh let go of his bite temporarily and lapped at the blood with his tongue. The fluid was incredibly warm and sweet. He quickly sank his teeth back into the neck and Vladamir let out a muffled yell. Seluctruh sucked out the blood in ecstasy much as a baby enjoys the life giving milk from a mothers breast. Seluctruh's head followed Vladamir's body as it fell to the floor. Seluctruh gave the wound a final lick and quickly began chanting some words in an unfamiliar language. Slowly, Vladamir awakened from his coma he had fallen into. His face was pale, his body seemed much stronger than before, and his senses seemed more aware of his surroundings. Seluctruh slowly walked toward him and gave his final command of the night. Kill St. Augustine. Vladamir looked up at Seluctruh and said without hesitation, "Anything you say my Master".

Seluctruh was pleased. Before leaving Seluctruh said, "For this deed I promise you much success in life. Once St. Augustine is dead this castle will be yours and you will command a legion of undead, including my vampire warriors. You will be the mightiest man in the land." Vladamir bowed and thanked Seluctruh. The god vanished in a puff of smoke. Vladamir walked over to the sword, gave it one more shine and headed for the door. St. Augustine was finishing his speech. He was in the holy sanctuary he had built in his basement. The room was marvelous. It had no ceiling, and the walls extended up 100 feet. The sun and moonlight illuminated the room quite well. The floor was covered in grass, a large statue of St. Augustine, that had been built by the people, was placed inside of a large fountain in the center of the room. On this particular night, St. Augustine had hidden his holy blade. The townspeople called it simply St. Augustine's blade. It had magical properties against evil creatures, and he feared that whatever was spooking people in the forest may try to steal his blade. Just then St. Augustine heard a yell from the entrance of the door. It was Vladamir. He had jumped back out of the room just as quickly as he entered it. St. Augustine ran to his aid. Vladamir was visibly shaken. St. Augustine held him in his arms. They embraced for a moment before Vladamir stepped away. St. Augustine looked at the sword and smiled. "I see you made me another sword to carry into battle. You are my pride and joy". Vladamir grinned and pointed the sword out to his master. Without hesitation Vladamir shoved the sword quickly into the chest of St. Augustine who was not expecting the blow. He fell to his knees in utter disbelief. His eyes staring into Vladamir's the whole time. Blood trickled from his mouth as he uttered, "Why." Vladamir smiled at his former master and pulled the sword out from his chest.

Vladamir replied, "I am now a creature of the night. Please forgive me. I know not what I do." With that said Vladamir did a quick turnabout in mid-air and swung the sword completely around in a circle. It landed squarely on St. Augustine's neck and continued on its journey until his head plopped to the floor. A new Era was about to begin ...

Meanwhile, up above, Seluctruh returned to watch his scheme unfold. Just then the Greater God Tarin stormed into the room. "Seluctruh, what is the meaning of this! Why have you interfered with the happenings of the world? This kind of interference is unacceptable".

Seluctruh bowed his head and knelt down in front of Tarin. "Forgive me Lord. It was all I could do to stop the imbalance of the world. Good was overtaking the land. We all know good and evil must always be aligned." Tarin was not convinced.

"Stop the lies Seluctruh or I will be forced to slay you and take what is left of your measly soul."

Seluctruh gulped uncomfortably. He was accustomed to being in charge and he did not have to answer to many. Unfortunately this was not one of those times. Seluctruh broke down and cried before the High Lord. "Forgive me. St. Augustine was planning to eliminate my newly created vampires. I worked for such a long time to create them in my likeness. Watching them die would be like watching a part of myself die. They are a part of me! A part of my soul! There is nothing I can do now. Look down below".

As Tarin looked down he saw Vladamir's sword sail through the air and slice through the neck of St. Augustine. Within minutes the castle below was swarming with undead and vampires. The celebration outside soon turned into a bloodbath, as the Knights were all unarmed. Seluctruh smiled as he saw the Knights bow their head for the holy blessing. In a split second, 20 vampires appeared behind them and quickly sliced their throat from ear to ear. The townspeople died just as fast. In a matter of minutes the town was conquered and the only inhabitants were the undead. Tarin peered at Seluctruh. They have always been great friends and worked together to create this great land. It was apparent that Tarin was not pleased with Seluctruh going behind his back and interfering in the world. The two walked out of the room and down the hall. Seluctruh turned toward Tarin and smiled. "You know Tarin. We sometimes have our disagreements. But yet we remain friends through it all. Regardless of what lies ahead in our world I fear not because I am with you. Now lets call together the other Gods We have a lot of work yet to do and I have a lot of explaining to do .... "

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