Revolution

This is my NaNoWriMo 07 project. I do hope you all enjoy.

Warning: This may seem derogatory towards Christianity and all of the One God's cultures and peoples. I do not mean for this to come out that way. This is *my* view of the Bible and of God. I, like my mother, do not believe in a God that cannot accept everyone with love regardless of race, sexual orientation, or whatever. What I write in this story is *my* belief of what would happen if the supernatural world WAS real and this truly happened. I do not expect everyone to agree with my views, but I do expect common courtesy. If you do not like it, don't slam me for it. Just don't read it.

Prologue:

It was the year 2005 when all changed. Since the end of World War Two, Germany had slowly regained their attitudes of white supremacy and following Hitler's ideals, tried to create a super race, the Aryan race yet again. They believed they had a chance for success following a nuclear attack on the United States of America, Britain, Russia, China, and Japan. They believed with attacking the major nations of the world, the rest would fall easily.

What Germany and most of Earth did not know was that some legends in existence weren't just myths and legends. Deep underground in Michigan Lake Illinois slept a race of beings long thought dead or gone. With the arrival of the nuclear bombs, the land broke and the race awoke, breaking free of their centuries long slumber and capture underneath the Earth. Rising to the surface, the survivors of the attacks watched in fear and wonder as they saw vampires, werewolves, all manner of supernatural creatures walking the Earth once more. Surprisingly, the supernatural world was resistant to nuclear attack, able to walk through the radiation and suffering with no problems or diseases able to affect them.

Once the supernatural world found out what Germany had tried, the leaders of this world, called Sayres after their Goddess of Creation, immediately began a plan of attack. It took Germany 60 years to plan the attack and creation of their world. It took the supernatural world barely a year to retaliate and take the survivors under their protection. By the end of 2006, Germany had been crushed by the Sayres and their people, but the rest of the world had suffered. The nuclear attacks had started to destablize Earth and it's eco-system. Within twenty years, scientist predicted, Earth would be completely dead, even the cockroaches and more resilant strains of diseases.

Ethan Cross and Darryl Yoshinaga, the Sayres, immediately began planning with their Advisors, Healers, Tsugua, and Handlers on how to save the planet Earth without pulling every human into their realm. While possible, it would also destablize their eco-system that could only handle the undead or the supernatural and in thirty years they would have to revisit this plan again.

Eventually it took a Tsugua, the supernatural world's version of the cops without the political and internal corruption, to come up with a plan. What if they asked for godly intervention? Surely not even the gods or the human's One God would abandon them. So they prayed. For three days and three nights straight the humans prayed to their One God-Allah, Christ, El, Yahweh, Khoda, etc while the supernaturals prayed to Sayre, their Goddess of Creation and Tseug, the God of Earth for seven days and seven nights straight.

And on the eighth day of the supernatural world's prayers; they all watched in awe and wonder as three beings appeared before all. One a beautiful woman, clad in white and gold and silver with long blonde hair and beautiful, gentle violet eyes. One was a male with light green skin, emerald green hair, tree bark brown eyes, and clad in the colors of earth-brown, green, blue. The last was every human's ideal of God spanning all the cultures. All watched in awe as the three gestured across the planet and the devastion brought by the nuclear radiation healed though buildings stayed destroyed. Animals that were on the brink of extinction came back; fresh, clear water filled streams and oceans, and when the three were done, all from animal to supernatural bowed in relief and gratitude to their god and/or goddess.

"We shall always be here to help our children," spoke the goddess, known to the supernatural world as Sayre. "All you have to do is ask and you shall be heard."

"From this day forth however we make this command," spoke the green-skinned male, known as Tseug. "There shall be no more seperation of races. Humans and supernatural shall live in harmony, under the Accords. My lady Sayre's Chosen shall be ruler and all shall follow, and all shall live in peace."

"My Children, listen to the wisdom of Sayre and Tseug," started God, in all of his wisdom and glory. "The time has come for all to prosper, not just one."

With that, the three deities disappeared, leaving Ethan and Darryl and their Advisors and Tsugua to restablize the economy and restablize they did. Within two years Earth and it's economy was back to normal but the Sayres controlled all, ruling much like a Kingdom but with democratic views and ideals. Although their word was the final say on anything, anyone from the lowest human to the highest supernatural creature could protest against anything they found unjust.

It is now the year 45 V.R., or Vampire Ruling. Another Sayre had been found a bare decade earlier and now ruled from her hometown of old St. Louis, allowing Ethan and Darryl to cover the other continents while she dealt with North and South America with ease. However, a darkness began to surface, and it is this that the Sayres must now deal with.

Chapter One/?:

Year 45 V.R.

She crouched low in the night, eyes narrowed as she tracked her prey across the back alleyways of St. Louis. She couldn't believe he was still under the impression he would get away with his crimes. However, she knew all humans were stupid, the ones commiting the crimes even more so. She had her orders though, no killing this one. At least, not yet. He was to be saved for the Sayre and only the Sayre. No harm was to come to him...at least no harm that would leave him dead or incapicatated in some way. That honor was reserved for the Sayre for it was her cousin this fool of a human dared to attack and it was her cousin that is now suffering through a Turning. One that has lasted three days too long and had the Healers confused and worried. A normal Turning lasted a day and a night, mayhap a day if the Sire was strong. This one has lasted three days and four nights, and this had ever happened before in Revenant history.

Shaking her head to clear it of the loose thoughts that could harm her chances of catching the prey, she leapt across the alleyway and ran across the roof. She lost her prey but she knew she'd catch up soon. He was barely three alleys away from her, easy enough to find again. Leaping across another alleyway and a second, she landed ontop of the metro-link station and laughed lowly, a harsh evil sound that echoed in the underground station and sent chills up and down the spines of the few humans who had lingered. Her prey flinched and ducked under the bench cover, as if that would save him from his fate at the Sayre's hand. She gently leapt off the roof and onto the ground, easily absorbing the shock as she sauntered down the stairs, garnering quite a few appreciative looks due to her outfit. Simple, unadorned black leather pants, mid-calf high boots, and a vest. Simple but effective and the best way she's found to hide the blood that ends up on her. Once it dried, there was almost no way to tell it was there unless said person had heightened senses...or was a werewolf.

"Hey pretty one," slurred a drunk male as he approached her. She just looked at him and he scattered. Her eyes glowed scarlet light for just a second, but that was enough to warn everyone off of her. Stalking forward to her prey, who was hiding his face in a newspaper and was very twitchy, she leaned against a pole and grinned as she heard the metrolink in the distance. She could only hear, at most, thirty heartbeats as opposed to the normal hundred or so that one could normally find on the metro. It roared to a stop before them and she got on, she and her prey on opposite sides of the car. There are three people between them, a family. She could smell the scents on them and it marked them as mother, father, and daughter. The daughter is chattering excitedly about the Evanescence concert they just attended and the mother and father are listening indulgently, all smiles and not at all forced. Everyone jerked when the metro began to move, headed back towards Lambert Airport.

"E-Excuse me," stammered the prey as he carefully approached the family. The attitudes of the parents immediately switched from indulgent to protective, the father placing mother and daughter behind him as he stood.

"Yes?" asked the man, a warning tone in his voice. His scent on the air shifted and she stood straighter, sniffing the air at the change. She knew that scent well. The man was a werewolf and like all supernatural creatures who took up residence in St. Louis, under the protections of the Accords but also subjective to them if necessary and this was one of those necessities. However, it also meant she did not have to worry about interference. Werewolves especially knew how the Hierarchy worked and knew full well not to interrupt one chosen by the Sayre.

"Don't bother asking for protection," She purred as she walked up, surreptiously glancing at the mother and daughter. The daughter is curled up in her mother's arms, the glare in the eyes of her mother frightening to one not of the Lineage. "He won't give it to you."

"Who are you to deny me the right to ask?" snarled the prey, his attitude of helplessness and subservience gone. He knew, as did all humans, that they could ask for protection if they believed themselves hunted by either supernatural or human means. The werewolf eyed her warily and smartly backed off when her eyes flashed scarlet light again.

"Tsugua," purred the female before lashing out, her fist a blur as it cracked into the prey's chest. If she hadn't pulled the blow, he'd be dead now. He flew backwards instead, landing on the chairs and causing them to collapse due to his weight. He's unconscious now, but not unduly harmed except for a cracked rib or two and quite possibly a concussion. All understandable. She turned her attention to the werewolf and his family.

"We support the Sayre," said the werewolf suddenly, slight fright in his eyes. She knew he was afraid she was after them.

"Human or werewolf?" She asked gesturing to his wife and daughter.

"I'm human, but she's half," said the woman as she stood, standing at her husband's side.

"Have you made the Choice?" She asked to the daughter.

"No," said the daughter. "I'm only 16. I was told I could make it when I turned 21."

"Good." She said, obviously impressed. "It's not often one so young decides to wait."

"We raised her right," said the werewolf, no bragging just simple fact.

"Come to us when she decides." She said as she grabbed the prey by his shirt and hauled him over her shoulder. "Give the secretary my name and they will call me. I will help her make the transition."

"Your name my lady?" asked the werewolf respectfully, politely. There were rules to be held by after all.

"Niharos." She stated calmly. "I am Niharos." The metro slid to a stop and she got out, her prey over her shoulders. People stared, startled until they realized her eyes were a softly glowing scarlet. Three continued to stare at her though, their own eyes softly glowing amber, an acknowledgement and subtle warning rolled into one. Territorial posturing. She ignored it as she climbed the stairs and out of the station, walking across the street to one of the many Holdings placed around St. Louis and its counties. There will be a portal in this one that will take her and her prey to the Sayre in North County. Reaching the doorway, she knocked and a small peephole opened, revealing flashing scarlet eyes.

"Name, rank, password," growled the guard.

"Niharos, Tsugua, password is thrice-lived thrice is richer than immortality." She stated calmly, her prey starting to awake but is not completely lucid. The door opened and she walked through, eyeing the guard curiously. By his voice he seemed to be one of the really macho biker guys she's met but he's barely 5'9 and 140 at that. She just shrugged to herself and walked down the hallway, passing various members and ignoring their greetings and respects. She doesn't have the time for niceties. The sooner she got the prey to the Sayre, the better.

Turning down another hallway, she reached the expansive room that also served as the portal room. At one end was the portal, glowing black and silver and dark scarlet. About ten feet in front of the portal was the Handler, listening to requests to visit the Sayre and either acknowledging or dismissing the requests. Almost all were rejected and Niharos frowned. About three of those requests the Sayre would've gladly fulfilled and a couple she would've at least given an opinion on. It seemed as if the Handlers were overstepping their authority again. She rolled her eyes and stalked forwards. Everyone quieted as she walked over to those rejected.

"You, you, you, and you," Niharos said pointing to four of the fifteen rejected. "Come with me. The rest, leave. She will see you tomorrow if at all possible." She turned to those waiting. "All requests are denied for today."

"Why?" asked a hopeful, not accusing or harsh but curious. All know the Sayre is a kind person despite the fact her Turning could've turned her cruel or worse. Niharos dropped her prey before the Handler, a stern warning in her eyes.

"The Requests are denied for today because the Tsugua have found the Traitor," said Niharos clearly. All know of what happened and all were furious, the Tsugua especially. They were charged with protecting the Sayre's family and failed, although she did not hold that against them.

"Understandable," said the hopeful. "I know I speak for all when I say we will wait...and hope for a piece of the coward."

Niharos laughed, an understanding tone in it before turning to the Handler. "Open the Portal."

The Handler stared at her, a glare in his eyes. She just looked at him. No one but the Sayre could handle looking her in her eyes for long. She's perfected her insanity look. He gulped, looked away, and opened the Portal. She picked up the prey by his neck and tossed him through the portal before gesturing for the four she chose to step forth. They walked through and she followed. A dizzying ride through the portal, she stepped out into the Food Court of St. Louis Mills. The building is crumbling still, the stores closed but it was home. The inner stores weren't in as bad shape as the outer stores...but the bookstores were still in very good condition for some reason. No one was complaining though, it saved them the hassle of hunting down a majority of history books and such, allowing them to pass knowledge on to the younger generations of humans and supernaturals.

Picking up her prey, she walked down the hallway, the four following her. The Sayre chose the innermost store as her headquarters. From what she knew, it used to be a child's clothing store and a store for girls called 'Claire's' but it was now the Sayre's headquarters. Three guards were posted at the entryway, eyeing Niharos warily but letting her and the four pass. A roaring yawn had the four stopping but Niharos continued forward and dropped the prey in front of the Sayre before kneeling, eyes on the floor, ignoring the rare White Siberian Tiger at the Sayre's side.

"Look up Niharos," said the Sayre absently. "I'm not one to stand on ceremony between friends." Niharos looked up with a smirk at that. The Sayre threw the Councils into fits when they found out she was keeping company with the 'low-breeds' as half of the race was called. They demanded the Sayre renounce her friends and company and join with the Councils. Despite her size and looks, the Sayre was a formidable woman and proved it when she denied the Councils and turned around and took away most of their rights. Barely 5'4, 120 pounds max, with long dark red hair, calm emerald green eyes, she looked like the poster-child for the Irish. She was also one of the most stubborn, hot-blooded people Niharos knew and that attitude had her beloved by the people. "Who did you bring before me tonight?"

"Lady Sayre," started Niharos. No one knew her real name, for after her turning she demanded they all call her Sayre. "These four bring petitions for safety...and I found him."

"About time," said Sayre as she stood, cold rage in her eyes and tone, tempered somewhat by revenge. Niharos stood and walked away from the prey and Sayre, motioning for the four to follow her. This is about to get very bloody. She grinned evilly. She couldn't wait.

As she leaned against a wall, the four petitioners joined her, bloodlust in their eyes also. The prey was a Traitor to the Revenants (as the vampires were called by the rest of the supernatural world). All, human and supernatural, had kept an eye and a ear out for any information and barely four hours earlier news came down that the Traitor had been found. For the crime of Turning Sayre's cousin, the Traitor was already dealing with deal but now, with the fact that Dominic had yet to awaken from his Turning meant the Traitor did something. Once they found out what the Healers could fix it...or they would have to completely kill Dominic, calling upon the goddess Sayre and the god Tseug to allow him reincarnation.

"So you are the fool who decided to try my patience...and my temper," purred Sayre as she crouched beside the Traitor, her eyes flashing with violet light, making the contrast of emerald green and amethyst seem almost frightening. Her guards backed off, only her tiger staying by her side, unafraid.

"My lady Niharos," spoke a petitioner as they watched Sayre torment the Traitor verbally. "May I ask why the Sayre has a tiger at her side?"

"Each of the Sayres have an animal companion who is given to them by the god Tseug," said Niharos, snarling when the Traitor moved closer to her. He froze, realizing he could expect no help from anyone in the room. "Lady Sayre's is the white tiger. Lord Ethan's is a snow leopard, and Lord Darryl's is a pure black panther."

"Are you ready to pay for your crimes?" Sayre purred as she shoved the Traitor against the wall. He whimpered in fear and Niharos laughed, a low evil sound that had all but Sayre quivering in fear.

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TBC. Don't worry, all the good stuff will come, eventually.