Vlad

'Ahhhhhhh! Come on! Come on! Come on!' Vlad raged from inside his psyche, constantly smashing against the walls of his mind attempting to break free.

Since awakening in his sealed coffin, his body weak and unresponsive, memories of two lives lived warring in his head, he had been trapped, constantly reliving every second of the madness that led him to his current sealed state.

He watched as his father descend into madness after the death of his mother. He watched as he and his father were chained and forced to undergo the ritual that was supposed to make them servants of the order, only for the "spell" to backfire due to his actions, turning him and his father into something that should not have existed and could never be contained by anyone, other than themselves.

He watched as he and his father butchered, slaughtered and manipulated their way through their enemies in order to make certain no one would ever threaten their people again.

He watched as his father became addicted to the bloodshed.

However, when their enemies were nearly expunged to their very roots and his father had no more dragons to slay, he could no longer recognize the man he once admired.

In his father's place, was a being of pure bloodlust. One that rained terror upon all, with no discrimination. The wicked and innocent alike.

He could no longer watch.

He had to fight.

He and his father crossed swords, spears, claws, their battle spreading to nearly every inch of the planet, leaving death and destruction in their wake and the names Vlad Tempest and Vlad Dracul, the vampire progenitors, carved into history. A history written by those who survived. A history that painted them in a shade so dark, it allowed no presence for light.

After the battle was done and his father's body faded into ash in the wind, he laid there, on the verge of death, slowly trying to will himself to heal, until, he was dealt yet another knife to his already bleeding heart.

Many of those he once led, those he defended from his father's madness, and those who owed him their lives attempted to deal the final blow, however before they could a few faithful gave him an opportunity, allowing him to seal himself into an inaccessible crypt composed of his very lifeforce.

In that year, the 17 year old prince descended into a deep rest, only to wake several hundreds of years later, locked inside his mind, allowing him to access memories of his past life in modern earth, and forced to relive all that he had experienced in both lives over and over again.

One a life of mundane comforts and a beautiful otaku path carved by his own hand and creativity.

Then, another life filled with struggle and conquests that would leave the strongest unable to see light in a world of bloodshed.

He could not balance the two incredibly different lives.

His mind breaking and healing at a blinding speed as he attempted to find solace.

Just when he was on the verge of shattering the shield tied to his lifeforce, allowing him to brute force an escape from his psyche, that his weakened body may not have been able to withstand, he gained access to a mind outside his own. A mind incredibly connected to the world of spirits that created a bridge between their own. And so, in a moment that would shape the lives of two determined individuals, he called out.

{Wednesday Addams}.