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One such as a simple man as Steele did leave the torments of Hell. But a price dear did he pay for this freedom. For as he was sent from the fires of the Pit, he took with him something dark and dreadful. A foul and cruel being, with the power of the Grave and the fury of Hell, deep within. But only by night did this Dark being, this Death Bringer was to be conjured up.

Poor man, this Steele would not know, for his would have no memory of the foul deeds the beast did the night before. For my break of day, the man would be in place, as the beast within the mortal, did sleep.

And Death would not release this mortal man, for if he died, he would raise again. For his body and soul, belonged to the Undead Fiend, locked forever in his grip. No rest, no mercy, only Death and Hate, this poor mortal soul would know from now until the End of Time itself.

The mortal man awoke from the nightmare of the previous eve, The Death Bringer left only a vague and fleeting memory of what had been done. There was only the blurry dream of a burning village in the hills to the west. Only the vague ghosts of bodies torn asunder, blood upon the walls, heads placed on pikes. A Dark Warrior riding upon a great Dragon beast of Hell itself. Dreams of a horrid host of Undead, taken from amongst the ranks of the dead in slain. Terror did soak the sheets of poor mortal man whose body was but a vessal for a foul monster.

Steele awoke and took a shower, he had found a small place to live and work on the docks of Rhydin. He had shelter and food, but his soul was chained to a dark and cruel shadow. His face pale, drained, he ate a meager breakfest and downed a pot of coffee. Smoking now moreso, it helped some. He wondered what would happen if he died again?

The truth would have been worse then anything in Hell, for there was no way the man could die. Oh no, that was not a part of the deal struck with blood and bounded soul. A deal the poor mortal man had no memory of, at least for now. And little did the Man know, that the more souls he sent to Hell, through the darker self, lost the man would be, forever, returned to Hell, and the Death Bringer once more could walk in Day and Night....And be free of the Pit and its torments.

It was a long night for poor Steele, nightmares again, screaming and sweating as he got up. Good thing for thick walls in his simple home along the docks. Getting ready for work, he noticed the scars along his back were gone. What praytell did this mean' He could only guess, he felt sick to his stomach and threw up. He was feeling sick to his stomach all the time now. Alcohol and smoking helped with that some, he didn't have much of an appitite. Funny that, he remembered being a big eater, but now not so much. Maybe being in Hell for a hundred years did that to him.

He got out under the cold, yet nearly bright sky, he hated the sun. It seemed to bright to him, and made his skin crawl. He prayed for more overcast, that was also something odd, before he went to Hell, he loved the sun and its warmth. He and his Beloved, Laria, his betrothed and best friend loved the Sun's rays. He half remembered the picnics they took. Then...out of nowhere it struck him, the memory of the Vampire, the foul beast that took Laria's life. That tore out her throat, and feasted on Laria's innocent blood. He cried and fell to his knees, pounded his fist on the wooden planks of the dock. "Damnit, damnit all to Hell, why' why' did she have to be taken from me!"

As he wept, holding himself, a couple of the other dock workers saw Steele and came to see if he was alright. His eyes red, a face streaked with tears, they asked if he was ok. He got up and said he was fine, when they tried to stop him, he decked one in the face and the other in the gut. Both were left behind, one bleeding from his nose, the other from his mouth, moaning in pain. Steele thought to himself, he was not always so violent without good cause. At least before he went to Hell, and the terrors and things he did and saw. A hundred years in the Ulitimate Infernal Prison, can change any man. Steele got onboard the Sea Nymph, the fishing boat he worked on, and out the boat went for a long day of crab fishing. Damn bright Sun he cursed..it was to be a long day indeed.

Footsteps easily distinguishable amidst the shadowed walkways, misting corridoors, and the smell of the sea surrounded her. Her pale skin, light blue eyes and hair to match. Made her stand out rather well, in this place known only as the docks. Of course, no mere mortal could honestly tell who she was, what she was, or what dark secrets her soft features hid. But come they did, from what ever hole, or shack they called a home.

Taunting whistles, and words spoken to her. She found all of it disgusting, and insulting. They would pay, yes they would pay and tonight. These insults would not go unpunished. She was the hunter and they...and they were the prey.

Like a cat to a mouse, or to better suit them, a cat to the fish. She Lured them away...far away from the safety of the watching eyes of these docks. An alley, dim lit...A single torch, solitary light. Perfect. Her shadow cast upon the opossing wall, Seeming to dance with the flickering of the light.

In she walked, leading them, like on does a pack of harmless rodents. Stopping at the end of the alley. The one nearest her, maybe ten or fifteen feet away. Opened his mouth and let himself speak.

"Oui, little miss. How about you turn around and show us whats under those fine silks, and we may be gentle on you." Said in his gruff, sailorish tone. "Wouldn't you agree boys?"

There were ten of them, as well as their loud mouth leader. And all but the one that just spoke broke out in whistle and cheers. Appluading him, and eaging her to do as commanded.

A twistedly evil grin. Her eyes, had changed to a dark red. Almost black. The iris/pupil of each, had shifted into what would appear to be a dragons. She spoke softly, as to not alert them just yet.

"I am Tiamat, and you...I hope are prepared for an eyefull." With that she spun around, simultanously changing into a massive dragon. Dark scales, a wyvern tail, and five heads, one red, one blue, one white, one black, one green all looked at the eleven sailors. Lunging forward biting the leader clean in half, throwing him up and swallowing his upper half whole.

The rest were confused, and she seized the oppurtunity. All five heads again, the tail coming forward and puncturing two through the gut. Snatching five of the sailors, and slinging them about in her mouths. Spewing blood all about the walls of the alley. The red dragon head, and black dragon head spewed their breaths weapons anhilating one all together. Giving the blue one just enough time to snatch up the last of the sailor, toss him high in the air. Then get caught between a struggle of fangs, and mouths. The White and the blue were now fighting over him, though in the end. They merely tore him in half. Both eating him.

When it was all said and done the, gaurds were up with all of the screaming that had taken place. The alley, was a scene of blood, and gore. With half eaten bodys, and limbs lying about in it. Returning to her human form, the pale skinned temptress, merely walked out of the alley. Wiping her lips clean of teh blood with a white clothe.

Soon the sun would come to break the shadows of the night. She would watch, one of the few times she took pleasure in viewing such an amazzing spectacle. To humans, this was an every day occurence, but for her, and other denizens of hell this would never happen. Fire, and the smeel of brunt flesh. The screams of countless souls, tortured and corrupted. Listened to her, worshipped hr, an dto only a select few were worthy of reincarnation. Even fewer became avatars.

Her, pale complexition and slender body seemed to hold still. The whole time the sun rose. And when it was all over, she merely turned and headed off down the docks.

Stopping before a half drunk sailor, just now rousing from his dazed slumber. Blinking, looking up. Squinting as the sun was bright, looking upon her form.

Tiamat, looked at the mortal. Spitting on him, then raising a foot, and raming the heel of her boot into his face. Litteraly forcing the man off the side of the dock and into the water. Startig away, she could hear him splashig about and yelling, "Help!! Someone anyone, Help!! I can not swim!!

The last vision he had, before hi death was of her walking away. Not caring whether or not if he yelled to her. And a mouthful of water, as he went under, swallowed his words and curses upon her.

"Pathetic mortals, if you cannot even swim then how do you even pretend to know how to protect yourselves." Rounding a corner, and continuing into a crowd of people. She stoped, and raised a hand to her chin. The mass of people moving around her, very easily drowned out her softly speaking aloud to herself. "What I need I one willing to destroy, without fear of death....Essentailly with out a morality." An evil, and twisted grin came to her lucious lips. She had sensed him, rather easily spieing upon her as she had killed the sailors earlier in the morn.

"And I know just who can help me."

She hadn't noticed him, not yet at least. Khoss's presence was well masked in the daylight. What was it he had said, he had a place of residency, was it to the north or to the south. She needed to speak with him, The offer was one sided....She would have to give over all her powers to lucifer and the trade off wasn't even that great.

Turning about, she spotted him staring at her. It wasn't an uncommon occurence as she had witnessed through the ealry morning meals she had dealt with. A eyebrow raised...He seemed so familiar.

Blushing slightly, a facade. A rouse, he seemed to know this place better then her so she would use him. Strolling over to him, and stopping before him.

"Excuse me, but I hear pictures last longer than the real thing." A falsified smile, placing her hands behind her. Letting her fingers interlace each other. Swaying back and forth on her toes, and the slight red complextion of her fake blush was still hard to tell. As she had to still act the part, of a shy and lost woman, with moderate interest/attraction in him."But that isn't why I have come too speak with you. I am looking for a person, going by the name of Khoss. Mayhap, you've seen him?"

A slight grin. She could smeel the faint taint of the nine hells upon him. A long trip indeed, she thought to herself. A place to stay, anywhere here would be so unpleasurable.

A slight sigh. "I would much apreciate that. You seem far more well mannered then the last eleven people I have come in contact with."

"Tia-" She cut herself short, was it wise to give her full name. Or possibly should she keep the ploy going. And a knight here, very few and far in between.

He never said his alleigance, but then again. His name did ring a bell, though she wasn't sure if it was the same one Khoss spoke with.

But lead the way she did, though she had no earthly idea where she was going.