The Generations of Darkness


The Tragic Birth

In a lonely cottage, a man, about in his twenties wore a pair of sunglasses, 
a black leather trenchcoat with large angelic wings ripping through the back 
of it, a black thin t-shirt, some loose black pants and boots. His name is 
Sniper, his full name cannot be revealed to uncover his secret that has 
haunted his past years ago. By his side was a beautiful woman, by the name of 
Sanmari, again her secret must be kept secret. Sanmari gasped as she felt her 
contractions, it was time for the newborn child to appear...Hours later, the 
new son laid in his new carriage as the two new parents smiled happily at 
each other, then at the child. Sniper smiled as he put an arm around his 
wife's shoulder "Let's name him Samuel." Sanmari smiled and nodded "Samuel it 
is," she agreed and they went upstairs to sleep.

Unknown Dreams

Sniper awoke first and went downstairs to see his son sleep his first night, 
he widens his eyes "Love! Come quick!!" Sanmari heard his call and hurried 
downstairs, she gasps as the carriage is broken and the loud gasp awoke the 
ten year old, Samuel yawns "Hi mom, hi dad!" The two blinks in surprise and 
walks over to Samuel "Son, what happened?" Samuel shrugs "I dunno, I heard 
this dream about this man, saying that I must age quickly to achieve my 
destiny, I think..." With that, Samuel headed outside and sat down on a 
stump, staring into nature for the first time in his life. Sanmari frowns as 
tears form in her eyes "Samuel...Why?" Sniper looked at her and held her 
close in his arms.

On His Own

The happy Samuel skipped in a public hallway inside a grand castle where 
creatures of every kind were welcome, and was how Sniper and Sanmari first 
met. Samuel talked to the other children within the hallway and made good 
friends with them, soon afterward, he felt a white glow surrounding his body, 
after it disappears, Samuel blinked at himself, a bit more muscular to suit 
his age, and his clothing were more like his father's, except the trenchcoat 
and the sunglasses. Samuel, now twenty years old walked back to his cottage 
and the two parents blinked at him once again. "Uh, mom...What is happening 
to me?" Samuel asked. His mother took Samuel's hand in hers and looks down as 
tears run down her cheeks "Son, you are the grandson of Count Dracula...The 
Prince of Darkness...He is looking for you, so you must understand that you 
will have to fight him to prove you are stronger than him...Your powers are 
strong, and father wants them for his evil ruling...Sniper will train you 
under the Heart of Fire, an ancient technique of a fighting style that is 
very strong, especially since he is an angel...He believes you can become the 
Ultima Warrior...Train with him my son, and good luck..." Samuel raises an 
eyebrow, not knowing who Dracula is, or what the Heart of Fire is, but nods 
and says "Okay mother..."


Sniper smiled at Samuel "Now, first thing is to gather your spirit to form a 
ball of holy energy..." The student nods and puts his hands together, 
clenching his teeth as he feels something inside his very soul, channeling 
into his hands. A small orb of energy forms at the palms of his hands, he 
smiles at his progress then frowns as the orb disappears. Sniper smiles and 
puts his hand on Samuel's shoulder "Keep trying...You will get it right to 
the point where you can throw it...I must rest now...Keep trying, and never 
give up..." Sniper smiled at his son and went inside the cottage.

The Dark Figure

The young man, Samuel, had succeeded in finally using his powers, meanwhile a 
shadow lurked upon the bushes and trees. It was getting dark now so the 
shadow with glowing red eyes was camouflaged pretty well, the shadow slowly 
stood up, his black cloak trails several feet down his body, dragging on the 
ground below, the moonlight reveals half of his face. The figure's face 
looked pale, yet full of life. He spoke with bass and horror "Your power is 
growing, I sense it very well...I cannot wait until that power belongs to 
me..." Samuel quickly turned to the figure, his fists raised "Who are you? 
Speak up now!" The figure paused for a moment, smirking as the clouds covered 
the moonlight, once again, casting the figure in total blackness, except for 
his glowing errie eyes "I am your grandfather, Count Dracula..."

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