mercoledì 25 aprile 2018

Sorcerer Origins: Jorinth the Born-Redeemed, Dhampir Empyreal Sorcerer (Short Fiction)

"Die, you abomination!" the beautiful solar cried, while a blast of pure life energy invested the vampiress, turning her into dust and smoke. The perverted undead lady had kidnapped many mortal men in the years, keeping them as thralls for her own defense and pleasure. No more would she plague the peaceful life of the peasants living around her castle. 
"Jarael, you must see this", called her companion from another room of the tower. She had gone in search of the prisoners' rooms, but apparently found something different. 
The room was full of jars containing little twisted bodies. The lady vampire didn't keep human lovers just for sport. They had fought her many dhampir witches handmaidens, but did not imagine that they were in fact all her daughters. 
The baby boys were here, instead. Killed at birth and used for experiments. Their mother didn't have a soft spot for her sons. 
While Jarael stared at that macabre sight, a wailing drew her attention to a corner of the room. A little bundle lied on a table, moving weakly. The angels lifted the cloth uncovering the grey body of the last-born baby dhampir, ready to join his brothers in their grim destiny. 
"Looks like we came just in time to save him", said the solar, lifting the baby in her arms. 
"He, too, is an abomination. It would be pitiful to kill him now." 
"Just because he's born as he is? I don't think so. When you save a life, you're bound to take care of it till the end". 
"No mortals around here are going to take him in. What do you think to do?" 
"Take him with us in Heaven", said Jarael, flatly. "And raise him." 
"This is madness." 
"I would rather call it mercy", Jarael replied. The baby's colorless lips twisted in hunger. "I name you Jorinth the Born-Redeemed", she said, looking at that little desperate face, "son of Jarael". And almost absently, she scratched her wrist with her nails, giving it to the baby to suck.

Nessun commento:

Posta un commento