Eliza is awakened again, she realises she is somehow somewhere around the abandoned cemetery. It is thereby she never expect on what she will truly facing on. Wolves howling echoes from a far cliff, winds were blowing against her ears, whistling as if it is the sort of hidden wails and the memorial house she is in has left her uncanny due to how very isolated it is. A place only belong to the dead.
She thought it is all the dreams of vampires she is facing hitherto she tear-pulling her skin and it is the authentic real life she is facing now. She herself has no clue where she is and who actually moved her here. One thing for sure, she knows this isn’t the place she belong to. Eliza walks to the door of the memorial house and within one push, it is open wide and she could see endless gravestones. Half of them were marked and half were unmarked, leaving it abandoned and forgotten.
Eliza took her steps, walking all around the cemetery with a peek of curiosity. She read the names of them, now her supernatural ability enables her to decode each of those names. “ Nika Vinogradov”, “ Miroslav Ivanova”. A lot of them died way back in the 1700s. She was possibly affected by various diseases and political war. She looks up to the sky, it is supermoon season but slowly, the blood flows surrounding the moon itself. The red mist that appears around the surface, soaking it through like a tissue absorbing the blood and thus the colors liquify around.
Eliza is stumbled for one moment, and the shockwave demonic growls lends on her ears. She immediately looks back, nothing. Alas, the soils under her legs exploded with skeleton hands and arms burst off the ground. Eliza screamed out and stepped back but another skeleton arm that burst its hands eventually stabbed her foot she placed on the exact place she stood on the ground that she was standing making her violently resist and fell down. Not only that, a head of skull slowly lurks itself up, revealing a blooded bright eye skull with slimy green fluid on its mouth and growls in a way that produces a siren.
Eliza is stumped and horrified when she tries to run. Little did she know, the gate she tried to run to suddenly disappeared, leaving only a wall. She cusses in the name of a God she has forgotten and runs again to somewhere in the hope the door still exists so she could survive better. Eliza endlessly runs fast as her rotten heart begged her and somehow the lots of skeletons, which are the revenants kept busting their bodies out, targeting her as the prey of the cemetery park. Only the God she used to believe in knows what kind of fate she is going through now.
Fear and terror stirring up into her. Her bleeding foot has dripping blood addition to the lusts of the revenants to chase her even further. However, Eliza won’t stop her running as piles of the revenants crawled their way out, chasing her with their wreckage body creating the uneven straddling to her. The sound of them growling sounded like the seventh angel making Eliza deep down begging to be saved.
As far as she keep running, she noticed a dead end. Eliza was dumbfounded and is now completely panicked asis left with no choice. She tried to clawed her way onto the dead end but the claws isn’t working and left her with excruciating pain imaginable forgetting the fact she is just a newborn vampire. Soon, she looked the other way up and tried to run through the revenants with the fastest speed she could have.
Eliza took a very deep breath and she attempted to run through them since she is left with no other choice. As she bust onto those thousands of revenants, those revenants restraint her body. Eliza is stuck, no other choices and she grunt whilst resists her body with all her might. However, it became an other way around as the revenants restraint grows stronger. The grip of their skeleton grasps became tighter. When Eliza once again resists, the pressure of the grasps grew unimaginable to the point Eliza could only screech before the nightmare process occurred.
The revenants piled up in front of her, pushing her body down and Eliza fell on the ground of the graveyard. Slowly the grave’s soil turns into new, quick soil as she is slowly being buried by nature. Piles of revenants gathered on her and she screamed her way out nonstops. Soon, as the body disappears, her nose is the only left and the scream becomes muffled.
By the time she reaches inside of the buried grave soil with the gravestone left unnamed, by inside the soil, the revenants merged themselves into the grave and what do those creatures do? They open their jaw wide and started to bite her skin with the mighty strength clenched the skin and pulled its head away, ripping her flesh off. As the other revenants inside follows along, they had done the same exact process in mutilating Eliza into pieces, letting her piled blood soaked the soil.
When a vampire bled, their bloodpool was like an haemophilic human, the creature of God’s creation that is unable to stop their bleeding which is what happens to Eliza. Eliza’s energy started to drop low now.
She became breathless at this life of demiseless. Those revenants, thousands of them were benefitted from her endless bloodpool soaking the sixteenth hectar sized soil. By the time the flows of her blood from the ruptured anatomy slowed down, Eliza grew weaker and weaker to the point she is truly feeling that her existent shall be erased from such a cruel world where the souls fate were never guaranteed to be a haven.
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Eliza soon saw a face of revenants busted closer to her face and she screamed out in fear before her face and nose were bitten off, like an animalistic vampire desperate for blood and it began leave her face as only skull while the rest of her body covered with dirt as the revenant desperately drinks off her blood and kept on consuming her.
There, that is the end of Eliza’s lifespan. Doomed by tragic and now all that left is rather demised. Those thousands of revenants kept on greedily tasted her blood. The piles of them growled together in synch, producing the enlarged noises that can be heard by nearby town.
The nearby villagers were gathered together by streets with full of fear. Some muttered about the feeling of doomed because the revenants were out there. The lady with a son and twin girls sheltered the children and bring them home out of motherly fear.
“ Mother, what was those noise?” A son asked
“ Its wolves dear, they were finding foods” The mother said, forcing herself to smile to reassure her son despite her being in fear for her kids wellbeing.
A lot of the villager closed their window, locked the doors. The women were the guards around the home to keep it safe while the men and the elderly prepared their guns and choppers ready as well as onions and bible with them endlessly praying to Jesus to shield their hometown from those beasts. The moon above has now become full blood, very thickly as thick fluid looking that some may think the moon will drip its blood down the earth’s ground.
A lot of farmers were hiding in barn, shielding themselves with the cloak made of the bear skin whilst holding their crucifix from their own hopeful faith, desperately begging for God to truly shield them and perish those beasts off. While the women, placed their children sleep and some unlucky mothers with easily fearful children had to slept with them and shield them as the children knew those noise were from monsters.
( The inner voice)
What truly am I? What filth had led me to face such a horrendous fate? Was my soul moaning? Was my soul truly pleading? All these strings of curse somehow made me wander into the loops of realities surrounding me… Was this unspeakable nightmare truly my end? Or, is this shall be my eternity punishment for reasons only the creator will tell me?
I am nothing, nor a floating soul, I speak through what magickally called as energy. I am nothing but a suffering soul from such a tragedy I never knew would happen when my duty was being a postulant learning in St Petersburg and eventually has become what the Divulge Bloods have turned me into.
Those transformation days, I couldn’t even tell if those heartbeats are mine or borrowed from the sinisters. O any living, do help me, I am truly… suffering deep down.
The revenants were now kept on slowly devouring each of Eliza’s physical and slowly she left nothing but dead body that would disappear into bone crumbs. The siren howls echoes from those beasts of blood. Little did they know, when the blood moon turns into the black blood colored, those consumed flesh of the vampire they’re eating slowly regenerate into what it was.
Those revenants, no capability to think, only the limbo of their revenge after death trapped were unaware on what is about to happen. Slowly each pieces of the defeated vampire’s body were formed again and there, the brainless creatures were confused on how the body that’s supposed to end as crumbs solidifies. Slowly and slowly, the face arranged back as puzzles as well as the original face finally evolved into the resilient, not the Eliza she used to be, but the postulant turning into the vampiric beast she is.
The revenants tries to bite off the crystal clear albino and snowy looking arms again. By the end, an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth retaliates as within microsecond, Eliza grabbed the skull-head with great strength and she broke the head of the revenant like a wine bottle and consumed the explosive blood that spilled everywhere. She rise again and release the savior’s level horrifying growls that somehow put the nearby villagers sleepless.
Her beast instinct decide she truly had enough. Hence, she became a volatile beast known to a Lord as she endlessly slaughtering each revenants, thirst for their blood. The bitterness, rotten yet very musky taste of those blood of the long dead she consumed. Like a cannibal who has truly desired to consume the foods she was meant to consume.
Eliza’s endless purge at the cemetery has left her eyes becoming complete pitch-black with the hint of red pupil in middle and the fangs were displayed by hidden lips and she whispers “ Death to my Fatima…” She says before releasing a hysterical laughter of a sinister entity.
Soon, before she could start taking off the deads that has yet become revenants, a purple butterfly flew past her. Slight crank interference has totally challenged the demiseless beast postulant to break the gravestone as if she did not expect such an obnoxious interruption happens.
Just before she could dig out the unrisen dead, more and more purple butterflies gathered around her and Eliza, swifting back to her victim mentality screams. She kept swaying them off with her own arms and there, she saw an old lady figure, a baba yaga, before that baba yaga then shift into taller, slimmer, in dressed and familiar hip-leveled long ginger hair with bangs.
It is Olga. Olga lend her own hand to the front, as a clue she was overall the one behind those butterflies intruding. She goes closer, gather another more thousands of butterfly with rather, neutral yet sterned motherly face, unlike the sinister side of her she used bto shown to Eliza before.
“ The action is enough here, Eliza.” Olga said, with an almost cold yet gente voice she had given.
Soon, Dmitri appeared behind Eliza, holding her hips whilst whispering “ let’s get you back to where you belong, the trial’s over” He said before he levitate and bring the beast away. His power of words itself had made Eliza unable to resist but making her beast instinct obeyed by force of power
