Shadow Worlds and Chaos Lights

SUMMERY: A young man with psychic powers, at least he used to have psychic powers when he was a child. Five supernatural beings trapped inside the underworld, only one special boy can set them free but contacting him is easier said than done. A power-hungry and destructive spirit that still mourns the death of a human man (even though he will never admit it) and his personal slave a young man that betrayed his best friends for a love against all reason, and now pays the price for it. A depressed vampire-slayer who can't see the reason for his job, to lead a squad of slayers in the name of God, any more and his brother a young slayer that's falling in love with the one he is supposed to investigate. A vampire-king with a broken heart and his bodyguard that would do anything to make his beloved master happy again. A couple of incestuous and sadistic slayer-twins that enjoy their job a little too much. A vampire on the run from both the slayers and his own kind together with his catatonic sister. A policeman who is trying to hide the vampire's existence from the world and especially from his so far clueless partner. A young vampire and his cross-dressing best friend (and not so secret crush) that helps out with a campaign to find people that are suitable to become vampires. Meet all of them and many more in a fight for survival, both individually but also the survival of the world itself . Who will win and who will lose? And really, who is good and who is evil?

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Chapter 1.

THE CREATURE opened his eyes.

His golden eyes blinked a couple of times to get used to the surrounding darkness before they turned into malicious narrow slits. It wasn't long now, just a little more time to wait. Soon, the moment would be right, the moment to strike, the moment to rise above everyone; to become a God. He shivered. Yes! To become God! He had waited for so long.

He remembered his coming to be, the first awakening. The big explosion that sent shockwaves through the antimatter that was the beforeworld, that made it change shape to burning suns and brilliant stars, created planets around the suns through fires, earthquakes and heavy layers of ice and formed moons to orbit the planets. The cosmos had been in labour, birthing one miraculous part of the universe after the other.

The creature had been marvelled by it, not as much by the creation itself, even though it was nothing but amazing. No. What had astonished him the most had been the mere thought of the enormous power that had to be behind it. He had wanted that power for himself, the power to create and destroy anything he wanted by the slightest will of his mind.

So big had his desire been that he had reached out with his whole being and tapped into cosmos itself as he grasped for the power of the Creator. And for a second, he had felt it. The power had been within his grasp. He had had it; he had been a God. And then...With no forewarning at all, suddenly a severe pain had shot through him, and he had been plunged into a deathlike unconsciousness.

He didn't know how long he had remained in that state, but it had been the singing that had brought on his second awakening. Though song might have been the wrong word for it, for it had been more like a humming sound, wordless and monotone yet still alluring, like a seid or a magic rhyme.

The creature had been helplessly drawn to it. At first the sound had seemed to be coming from everywhere at once; it had whispered with the wind in the soft grass and roared in the mighty trees; it had echoed from the high mountains and murmured in brooks and springs. He had heard it in the bird's singing, in the buzzing from bugs and insects and in the howling of the beasts. But after he had listened for a while, the countless voices had begun to melt together into one single voice.

It had been the voice of a young boy, not even in his teens yet. The creature wasn't sure how it had happened, but from the first time he saw the human, who's name had been Trian Jun, or simply Jun as the boy's friends called him, a sort of bond had been created between them.

Not that the boy ever noticed. In fact Jun had never known he had been there, and the creature had wanted it that way; he had been perfectly satisfied with simply watching, not wanting to interact with the pathetic humans. Were they really supposed to be the crown of creation? He found that quite laughable.

And as time had gone by, Jun had grown older and more and more skilled in his magic. His chants had echoed over the hills where he had had his home; birds and beasts had listened to his song and followed his command. He could make grass grow and withered flowers come to life just by singing to them; at the sound of his voice, the water in the stream started to flow against its natural current and wind and stormy weather turned away when he called.

By the time Jun was a fully grown man, he had even gained the power to control his fellow humans and could bend them according to his will, though that was a gift he seldom used.

The creature had thought that that was ridiculous. With powers like that, Jun could easily have affected the minds of the people who surrounded him, as well as the leaders of the world, and made himself the chief over the village, and later, king or even emperor.

But, no, the stupid brat had hardly used his power at all. He had been happy living his pointless peasant life in his dull little village, not taking any of the chances to gain power that was given him.

The creature had been bored, really bored. On several occasions, he had tried to get away from the man, but as soon as he had gotten far enough to not be able to hear Jun's singing, an overwhelming fatigue had come over him, and he had almost fallen into unconsciousness again. So over and over again, he had been forced to return to the man's side and the never-ending boredom.

And to make things even worse, Jun had married a plain-looking, simple-minded and absolutely non-magic girl called Rose, and she had given birth to two children, both of them as simple and plain as their mother. They lived their life together in a genuine happiness that the creature found almost disgusting.

But then one day, something had happened that had changed life for all of them.

Three strangers had come to the village claiming themselves to be men of God sent to spread the great gospel to the heathens that still worshipped pagan Gods.

They had heard Jun sing, had seen what he could do with his voice. And chaos had erupted.

The creature had watched, horrified. Of course he hadn't liked Jun and his pathetic little family, but that gave those men no right to act like this. Jun was... His!

He saw how the men beat Jun unconscious in order to take him with them and how they had, as a final precaution, cut out Jun's tongue so that he couldn't use his spells, as they called it, against them when he woke up.

He saw them scream orders to burn Jun's home to the ground and kill everyone that might be inside, and he saw Jun's younger brother take his sister-in-law and the two children and flee up into the mountains saving them from being found and killed too .

The men had taken Jun to a big city far away from the village, locked him up in the dungeons and accused him of being a warlock and having command over demons. When Jun had continued to claim his innocence, they had stripped him naked, whipped him, burned him with glowing pins and used the most horrible torture mankind could come up with to make him confess his sins, and by that save his own soul.

And finally Jun gave in, broken by the physical and mental torture and exhausted by the cold and the lack of food and sleep; he admitted to have done everything they accused him of just to make them stop. And then the verdict had fallen; they had sentenced him to burn at the stake as heretic and a practiser of witchcraft.

The creature shuddered.

He remembered Jun's death. The man's green eyes had been filled with terror and pain, their colour almost golden as they'd reflected the destructive flames. He had seen the man's pale skin getting blistered and turning reddish black, his long brown hair catching fire and burning like a torch.

The creature had been born that day, brought to life by the anguish and the suffering from Jun, the self-righteousness that'd oozed from the men of the church and the lewd gloating from the spectators as the accused faced his dreadful death; his body created from the blazing fire, the white ashes of man he had been bonded to and the black smoke that had been his first breath and Jun's last coughing one.

He didn't remember much of his first time as a solid being. Blinded by the pain of his own birth and with the smell of burnt flesh in his nostrils, he had fled as far as he could, no longer hindered by the siren-voice. Jun would never enchant anyone with his singing again.

A choked sound, far too close to a sob to be to his liking, escaped from between the creature's lips, and he forced himself to snap out of the memories.

He refused to dwell in the past. Jun had been a human sacrifice, nothing more, just the first one in a row of sacrifices that had to be made to give the creature the power he had always longed for.

Yes, the power of a god. That was all that mattered, all he needed to think about.

It had already begun; the wheels were in motion.

It had been surprisingly easy to find some mortals willing to do his work, stupid mortals, easy to sacrifice when he didn't need them any more.

They had seen him as a helper, a saviour, an ally in need, so he had simply played along. Some words about the light's flawless victory over darkness, some quotes from the bible, a promise of powers they would gain if they just did a few things first, and they had been more or less ecstatic in their eagerness to serve him. And now they waited at his command, ready to start the ceremony as soon as everything was prepared.

It wasn't long now; soon no one, no thing would be able to stop him.

Soon!

He closed his eyes.