The Night

The townspeople quieted as the clanking became louder, and louder. Then, the darkness to the north began to take shape. Out walked a dark figure, slowly moving as though it was a phantom. The moonlight gave light to the creature, and his silver eyes pierced those who watched. Gasps pounced through the silence, and all of the townspeople merely stood there in shock, watching as the creature walked towards the fountain, then stopped. There stood Xodus, looking into the black sky, speaking with something that couldn't be comprehended by the people who were watching.

For the first time in nearly 300 years, unfamiliar people looked upon Xodus, yet were not looking at their doom. Slowly, a crowd began to form around the lifeless statue as it stood there. Then, Xodus moved. He knelt down onto one knee before the fountain. His hands slowly raised, and he removed his gauntlets.

"Hundreds upon hundreds of years ago, I stood before this fountain, I touched this very stone with my young hands. Yet, ever since then, I have never been able to witness the spectacle that was created when the sun's light caused the water to sparkle." Xodus said, to no one in particular. "It were things such as this which caused my heart to hurt during those first days when I became a Vampire. Yet, my heart grew dark, and ceased to beat." Xodus put his gauntlets back on, and lowered his head.

"There is no doubt that I will suffer a fate worse than hell after my passing, for I have no soul to be tortured, and that is truly the worst possible thing which could ever happen to anyone." A few dark figures emerged from the crowd, and stood in the front of the circle which surrounded the kneeling vampire. They appeared to be dark beings, beings which in most other situations would never show themselves in public.

"Throughout all of the years of my existence, I have only had one thing to depend on, and that was the night. I have felt the cut of betrayal, and the sting of emotion. I've always found solace within the darkness of the night. Now, now I depend on the night to take me." Xodus stood up slightly, then sat back down. His legs up, and his arms crossed on them.

"I have always believed that a Vampire could never die. Yet, there is a way to kill one. The only way to kill a vampire is wait, wait until they feel that looking, hearing, tasting, everything which makes life worth while becomes a curse to them. Wait until life kills them. And so it has finally happened to me. I thought I was immortal, yet I wasn't. Life is what is immortal, and I have fallen to it..." Xodus sat there for a few seconds, then, his body fell back.

A few minutes passed, a few silent minutes. The lifeless body was now completely and utterly lifeless. The ancient looked so young, he could have of been mistaken for seventeen years old, yet he had truly seen far more years than most others. The thin mists which constantly swirled around the creature slowed, then came to a stop. No one spoke. From within the crowd, a figure emerged. Vortin, once the Nightmare which stood alongside Xodus, walked to the corpse. He knelt down, and lifted the body. He turned, holding Xodus within his arms, and began walking towards the crowd. The crowd parted, and Vortin walked into the shadows.

In a grassy area, far away from Windy Bluff, Xodus was put into his grave. All of Xodus's items, everything, was buried with him. Vortin, Arcum, Seria, Zant, and Ifrit helped bury Xodus. When it was done, they all separated, Vortin left one way, the rest left the other. Yet, Xodus was still there, alone.

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