• The cloaked man sat cross-legged on the hard black floor. Infact, everything around him was black, there was no furniture in the room. It was a very bland room, with no windows, it was only black, except somehow the room was infinate. It went on, never stopping, in every direction. Just like the room the man's cloak was pitch black, blending into the space he sat in. The only features that showed in the eternal blackness were the man's pale white flesh and red glowing eyes. He was alone for the moment, his brothers and sisters had left to the world of light to feed. It was in this blackness that they lived, their clan was founded on one philosophy. The philosophy at it's base was darkness above light. "Those who live in the light are cowards, only in the dark can one become strong, by facing one's own fears and becoming them," the man muttered to himself quietly. "Now we live that life,"he chuckled lightly. Light protects people from their fears, but at night when the lights go out and darkness consumes, those fears creep forth, and the beings of the world of light hide away with their fake lights. Only here in the dark can one truely become strong. No one chooses that life anymore, and now the few who do, live here. This is the philosophy that the clan follows. Every night when dark and light meet, those of the clan can creep forth and have their way with the world of light. As the hooded man waited within the darkness a tear opened up in the eternal void. When the tear opened, bright light shined into the black room. The man hissed and shielded his eyes from the light. Seven hooded figures emerged from the rip before it closed, each finding a place to sit in a circle with the first hooded man. In unison the seven let their hoods fall back to rest on their pale shoulders. All shared the red eyes, sharp teeth and pale skin. "Welcome brothers and sisters,"the man said. "Hello Lucius,"the rest greeted in their united and hollow voices. There were three women and four men among the new comers. Most had blood left on their lips or teeth. The first man, muscular and tall, was Kamil. The next man, who was shorter and very scrawny, obviously the youngest of the group, was Martin. The next two men were identical in almost every way. Both were taller, even taller so then Kamil, and very lean, with small, powerful muscles rippling beneath their pale flesh. These two were known as Rem and Rex. The tallest woman was Elizabeth, she was very lean, almost sickeningly lean infact, with a very boney structure. The next was well built and of an average height, looking to be around fifteen or sixteen years of age, this was Claire. The last was very young like the short man, looking to be nine, only a year older then the male, she was Stephani. They all shared the snow white hair, like their eyes and flesh, none had a different color or even shade. With the group brought together the ceremony began. "Bring forth the prisoner Kamil,"Lucius said, licking his lips in eagerness. Kamil lugged a young adult into the center of the formed circle. It was a woman, with long brunette hair and terrified blue eyes. Lucius' red eyes flared in an amused fashion. "How precious, look at the fear in those all to human eyes,"he said, "How i love that useless emotion, it makes the meal all the more tasteful."

    ~to be continued~