Walking down the hall ways of the the council He looked around observing everyone as they did their work as he looked at them as though they were beneath him. But in real sense they were actually not on his level. His family came from the oldest lines of purblooded vampires which made them stronger,more durable and powerful. A way to Identify them was the swirling of the color of their pupils. His was a shade of blue and he always maintained his dark red eyes because his bloodline in particular could hide theirs while others could not. And of course with this difference came abilities which he preferred to keep to himself. He walked purposefully into the deeper parts of the building and across the hallways he noticed a group of junior council members peeping at him from the edge of the of the walls. One look from him and the all scurried away like they had seen a ghost or worst a grim reaper. But of course they would run when Dante had made quite a reputation of breaking fingers, severing heads with his bare hands or torturing the prisoners in the councils dungeon using Orthodox Methods that seemed to gory for the the normal human heart to take in. But then again he was a vampire and a first generation pure blood at that.
Scanning his eyes through the hall way he looked at the empty corridor and his thoughts drifted to how his junior colleagues had ran of in different directions as though they were being chased ev n though all he did was glare at them.
" Peasants" he muttered under his breath.
Looking down at his shoes, his eyes took a note of the wet mud that stuck out from the sides of it. 'ugggh' how much he hated the land of stonelake. Though he was far away from home , he had chosen to work for the council especially since the head council had pleaded with him to channel his blood lust to the department of investigation in the council. Ever since he was a little boy where he had been kidnapped by some unknown men who claimed to be humans that were revolting against the vampires. They claimed to be agreed at the way the vampires acted like Gods , especially the purblooded vampires who where at the top of the foodchain. They had kidnapped him alongside his best friend who had followed him into the woods that fateful sad day. Henson was a quiet boy and though a vampire he was more human like bin character and rather compassionate to people. He was far too kind for this world. But he was killed right in front of Dante as punishment for trying to escape. And that memory hunted him to this day. Still staring at his shoes and deep in thought, he heard a creaking from inside his office and immediately snapped out of his thoughts.
Did someone break in.
They must have wished death .
But death was too easy to give.
He would make sure they begged to die .
And even the council forbade such because it was treason. It was termed a crime against the council sacred code.
Deeping hands into his trouer pockets and fishing for the bundle of keys he always carried with him, selected the tinniest one from the bunch and tried inserting it in the key hole but the door wouldn't open. He tried it again and again it was on the fourth try that it opened but as soon as he pushed the door open he heard the window slammed close as he saw a shadow while leaving a trail of smoke behind slip out almost in the blink of an eye. He rushed towards his desk and saw everything was just as he had left it.
He reached for his book shelf at the corner of his office , hanging on the wall, scanning his eyes through racks, It all looked the same at first glance. But on second inspection it looked like the books had been rearranged in an upside down manner. As Dante ran his hands through the racks to confirm what his eyes saw , a note stocked out from in between the racks. Dante pulled it out , his gaze narrowed at the color of parchment. It was black . It was strange and only older generations used this or members of the royal family and it was only used to communicate about Death or execution.
Using his finger nails he broke of the wax holding the folded parchment, to his surprise it was not one but tho parchment paper folded together. One sheet was blank.
'strange' he thought.
The second one had an odd marking at the top right corner, just like a secret to be decoded.
And it had rather strange writing and odd color not black ink.
The writing looked like it was scribbled in haste but bold enough to pass the message.
And it read:
Tik Tok says the clock
Quick quick save the day
Blood is all we seek
And the glory is ours.
The ink was blue and the color was glowing until he finished reading words.
Turning the parchment to the the back he saw that there was nothing on it. Raising it up he brought it close to the lantern he had lit a while ago before beginning his search. Grazing his hands on it he felt nothing. Turning to look at the words again he noticed something odd. The the ink had began to erase itself soon all that was on his hands was a plain white parchment. Dante had heard tales of such from an old council man who had trained him back in his youth when he newly joined the council and was having a hard time to adapt to working with others. He called it letters of the shadow whisperers. He would have gone to the old man's home to make inquiries but the man had passed away a few years ago after being attacked by black witches in the forest while he was on assignment for the council. They had lost a lot of councilmen that day.
He paused and looked around again to make sure he had not missed anything aside the note. Just then he remembered something he thought he had long forgotten. He had come across a book at the witches liar during a raid on summoning whisperers. He wondered if just anyone could do it. He had taken the book and added it to his 'special' collection as he would call it, but he never used it since he never had use for it. Although a lover of various odd collections , something about the the word summoning in general made Dante feel uneasy. It wasn't about just words , one wrong move in the process could cause chaos. Only a summoner could try. They don't belong tho any particular race but they were a different group entirely and very rare to find. The last one he heard of was killed by vampires. They feared he might grow to powerful and be measured to them. But Dante thought that was cowardice and foolishness.A knock from the other side of the door interrupted his thoughts.