[ TT ] [ IP ] Somber Castle

The Castle was silent, that alone was worrisome. The Belshir castle had stood for over half a millennia, and it was never still save for periods of mourning, or the prelude to an execution. Now once again stood quiet. By the time he had arrived it was already too late. The Trial had already occurred and the execution was set. Death By sunlight. 
 It was but the second chime of the old clock, but there was no one inside the courtyard, nor in the Throne hall, nor the pits. Only the sepulchre was occupied by the whole of what few of the covenant remained. All gathered to dwindle their numbers by one more. 
 
 It was the wrong person, But no one but Him knew, and he was already too late. When the judgement had been given, it was decided. Not even the truth mattered now. Being an outsider, He was already shunned from the ceremony. He could do nothing to convince them to stop the foolishness. 
 
 He paced the courtyard, The old nicked marble columns cast eerie shadows across the blood stained paths, It reeked of every type of creature. Man, Beast, and Vampire. But the whole castle did, What was left of the Belshir would likely fade away in less than a century. He couldn ’ t prevent that, it was all crumbling around him. he had first come with such high hopes, but they lay with the tattered banners in the courtyard. 
 
 
 He could not save them, No. And at this point The Belshir was far beyond being worth saving. They had set themselves apart, and above the rest of covens nearby. And there decadence and ritual, and intrigue was going to end in a horrid execution of someone who tried to prevent the very thing that led to their fall. No, he would let them all fall, except her. She was innocent, she would live. The execution would not succeed. He would stop it. 
 
 It wasn ’ t his job to do this, he was never supposed to have to use his silver sword, nor his holy mark. He was a politician, his instruments no more than ornamental. And yet, over the past 2 nights, he ’ d been stricken thrice and struck down near a dozen of his own kind, and another handful of Lycans. Now he would sully himself in the blood the last kind, Blood for Blood. 
 
 
 The sepulchre rested in the deep dark of the castle ’ s high spire. At it ’ s peak, a silver mirror to catch the moonlight into the Family tombs below. Now it would catch the sun, and burn away any trace of a Daughter of the belshir. It was the only way into the crypt that was open. It was his way in, and his way to fight. So he climbed the stair to it ’ s peak And waited by the pale reflected moonlight for dawn to come. 
 
 Time did not pass so quickly. He thought time and time again of the Great Coven Lord ’ s outright rejection of what he came to barter. A peace for the City below, a peace that would stabilize the half decade of strife that the covens and the lycans, and the Holy Order inflicted upon each other in it ’ s streets and under it ’ s bridges. The Other covens had agreed, The Packs had given cessation, The Order piled it ’ s arms. But the Belshir still clung to their war. The war was now Over, and the Belshir had lost. 
 
 Dawn approached, It was a pink sky breaking over the Eastern mountains. Quickly, he readied. bringing his mark to bear, and shrouding his face in a dark veil. He let himself Bathe in the Light for a moment, Before he plunged into darkness. 
 
 
 Below, The belshir collectively cursed Her, and began to speak of her transgressions and due punishments. She was silent through it, she knew begging was pointless, it was already final. She hoped it would end like this, and the rest of her house would follow soon after. She was chained in the middle of the chamber, the only spot which the light from above touched. No other light was present. And as the punishment was given, even she was covered by darkness. 
 
 Then there was light, a brilliance the chamber saw but once in decades. The silver mirror reflected great rays of blinding daylight down upon the center of the chamber, But she didn ’ t burn. She didn ’ t feel the Sun ’ s burning touch. No, instead she felt the weight of a great cloak descend upon her, and consume her in a blanket of familiar darkness. 
 
 
 He stood in the center of the Pillar of Light, having descended Like God ’ s emissary. He stood before the Coven With sword in hand and mark at the ready. He knew none would dare come forth from shadow. he did not speak, they would not listen. He turned his Mark towards the mirror and let it shine in a brilliance greater than the light in which he was. Searing rays glinted off the edges and into the surrounding darkness, being answered be shrieks and yells of hate. 
 
 Alone he knew he had little chance of winning, he was but one, there was nothing he alone could do, save keep them at bay. But It was his hope he would not have to. He swung wildly at the any who dared to approach his circle of protection. He guarded against bolts sent from afar. And did so till a great echo could be heard from the walls beyond. He was no longer alone. daywalking Lycan packs and Holy men had come to rid the world the Belshir. And they Did. But They did not go alone. The Coven Lord in a last act of defiance, reach into the light and Took Him from it and Bit Him and left him to turn. The Coven lord fell soon after. 
 
 
 It was too late for Him. The Holy men could not stop his change. He would become that which he slew. And he was shunned from the Order for it, being left to live as a small pittance. She, Too, lived. But neither could remain. So they left, together, after night fell, for the other Covens. She told him that he was now the only person who could be called a Coven lord of Belshir. he nodded, solemnly. The belshir was now his, and with it his duty could be finished. 

