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Ok, well, for those who know about the bloodmoon rps in the guild, you may recognize some of the characters and pieces in this post. For those who don't, go to the rp forum and start reading Vampire/Werewolf version of bloodmoon first and then read the End of Days one, and if you find any of them to be interesting, please join the End of Days rp!
Anyway, as some of you know, I am a writer, and one of the things I do when I'm bored is write these huuuuuuuge long documents that go on for pages and pages for future posts that I'll make. For the ones that are going to be super long [ie a page or more on word with 11pt font], I had the idea of posting the entire thing here, and then when it comes time for it to show up in the rp, writing a smaller version of it for the post along with a link to the full version here.
I'll be posting segments similar to this up as I finish them, if none of the other Crew members or our Captain or Vice Captain see a reason for this to be deleted. For those ones, I'll just give them the title of the document I have it saved as plus "[insert appropriate rp] segment" after the title. so for example, I may later change this topic's title to be: Rathe's Past, Bloodmoon EoD segment

Well, without further ado, here's Rathe's past.
[ps. I will add pictures in later if possible so people can get a sense of who exactly is talking. it won't be like an rp post though, where in front of every. single. different. character's. dialogue there's another pic. you'll all see what it'll actually be lik if I get around to it.]

Pryde had been following the movements of D for several weeks, and to his surprise it seemed that his brother was accompanying the Dhampir, as was a delectable looking human female. The night he showed back up was marked by the moon’s near-full state.
Rathe and D had stepped out of the cabin they were staying in. D had allowed him to join him on one of the first Vampire hunts the Dhampir had been on in years, but it seemed like the hunt had turned to taking down the highest bounty class criminal for both Hunters and bounty hunters, Atticus, the king of the northern Werewolves. Atticus had a class in the bounty records reserved just for him, xs-class, or suicide class as bounty hunters referred to it. All who had tried to go after the Werewolf had been Turned, killed, or had been missing for years, no one was crazy enough to go after him. No one except Rathe and D.
“Is she asleep?” D said.
“You have better hearing, you tell me,” Rathe replied. “You’re certain that she’s safe here?”
“As safe as she can be.”
“Don’t forget, kid, you asked to be in on this, so your tag-along’s safety is on you,” said that creepy hand D had.
“Shut up Damn Hand,” Rathe retorted. “I wasn’t talking to you!”
“Cheeky brat, ain’tcha,” the hand snickered.
“Enough,” D said. “We have a job to finish.”
Rathe said nothing. He and D set off toward Atticus’s castle. Things went like any bounty hunt in Rathe’s opinion, just this time stakes were higher. It started going bad as they grew closer to their target destination. Two klicks from the castle, D grabbed the back of Rathe’s jacket and tossed him backwards just as a stake shot where his head had been. Rathe jumped to his feet as he heard a familiar chuckle.
“Well brother, it’s been a long time. You seem to be keeping well.”
“Pryde! Show yourself!”
Pryde’s chuckle echoed around the area. “And ‘D’, the Vampire Hunter. What brings you to an area so far out of your norm?”
“Pryde!”
“Quiet,” D said calmly. “He wants you to get riled up. Control your temper.”
“Yes, Master,” Rathe replied, forcing himself to calm down.
“‘Master’, eh? Never seemed like the type to bend to others’ orders, brother.”
“Show yourself.”
“Now, why would I ruin the fun? Besides, you’ll come to me soon. I happen to have something that belongs to one of you. I should warn you, I have been given orders by Atticus to do what I see fit when it comes to the two of you. Rathe, dear brother, should know exactly what I see fit.” With that, Pryde’s chuckling faded into the night.
Something that belongs to- “Kiru!” Rathe shouted, turning to run back to the cabin, but D grabbed his jacket to stop him. “Dammit D, let me go!” Rathe struggled to break free of his master’s hold, but the Dhampir’s strength stayed strong.
“You and she knew the risks of this task. Both of you are just human and let your emotions cloud your judgments. Think, this is what your brother wants, for you to run in with no plan and no clarity in your thoughts. The girl will stay alive because the boy needs to have something as leverage. He’s working with Atticus, so the Wolf wants to distract us so he can come up with a way to kill us. Focus on the job. When we finish, we go after the girl, not before, not after. The full moon is tomorrow, and Atticus will be at his full strength. We stay here and come up with a plan.”
“Bite me,” Rathe said.
“Hey! Watch it kid, D just got your girl an extra-.”
“No, I mean bite me. Make me a Vampire. As I am, I can’t beat Pryde, but as a Vampire, I’ll be on equal footing, more so with the heightened strength and speed.”
D looked at Rathe, not saying a word for half a minute. “You’re sure. There will be no turning back when I do. And you will become one of my jobs later on.”
“I don’t care! If it means I can save her then I can put up with knowing that you’ll come for my head sometime Master! Besides, since tomorrow will be the full moon, you’ll need the extra help.” Rathe glared defiantly at D.
The boy makes a point, my child,” said D’s hand, but in a voice Rathe had never heard before. “He wishes to help the girl, and in sacrificing himself he will prove useful to you. Besides, there comes a time when every student must make the choice to pit himself against his teacher. You know this better than anyone.”
Rathe stared at the hand. “Does that thing have multiple personalities?”
“For the last time kid, I am not a ‘thing’!”
“That was Vladimir, the first Vampire,” D said. He told Rathe how Vladimir had been almost killed, and how the Vampire had chosen to move from body to body until D made him a deal. “If you want to become a Vampire, there’s no better than him. So now choose. Do you stay human, or be Turned and host my greatest enemy.”
“I already told you to bite me,” Rathe replied. “From the way it sounds, having Damn Oldie in my head will give me even better odds at finishing Pryde.”
“Then it is settled. D, I’m taking over your hand for this.”
“Very well. Rathe, from this moment on, you are no longer my student. After we have killed Atticus and saved the girl, you and I will be foes. As a parting gift, you can have half of my hand’s abilities, and you shall be the last Vampire I go after. That should give you and the girl plenty of time together.”
“Thank you, Mast-, no, thank you, Vampire Hunter D,” Rathe said, bowing to his mentor. He moved over to D, whose hand was stretched out. The face on the hand looked at him, different than it usually was. It opened its mouth, revealing the fangs of a Vampire. He turned his head so that his neck was bare. He felt a sharp pain there, followed by an intense freezing feeling that quickly turned to burning. He blacked out.
The next thing he knew, he was on his back, the full moon shining onto his face. His head hurt, but not as much as the bite on his neck. He winced at the light, it seemed brighter than usual. Then he noticed that he could hear the wind bending each blade of grass, heard the faint heartbeat of D’s heart, and millions of other things he’d never heard before with such clarity.
It’s rather an odd feeling isn’t it child.
Rathe sat up and looked around for the voice.
You won’t find me. I’m in your head, or ‘our’ head to be precise. The transfer was a success.
“Mmph, nngh nnnph,”came a muffled voice from Rathe’s left hand, which was pressed into the grass.
Rathe lifted his hand and stared at it… and received a face full of dirt and grass, and his hand spat out what it had been forced to take in.
“This is what I wake up to? A mouthful of dirt?! I never signed up for this!” the hand shouted.
“Wagh!” Rathe cried out, shaking his hand violently. “Get off me!”
“S-s-s-s-s-s-to-o-o-o-o-p sh-sh-sh-sh-sha-a-a-a-a-king me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!”
“What the hell is going on?!”
“Rathe, enough. Calm down and remember what happened. You are a Vampire now.”
Rathe looked at D, startled by an insane urge to fight the Hunter or run. “How long have I-?”
An entire day. I was worried that the sunlight might be a problem, but it seems as if your body is more resilient to the curse than any other newborn I know.
Rathe gripped his forehead. “Who the hell is saying that?”
I’m hurt, have you forgotten me so quickly Youngling?
Memories flashed through Rathe’s head, ones that weren’t his own.
He was talking to a young woman who tended the garden at Tuura. He was teaching a young boy about the Ancient text and how to read its natural form. He was meeting with a female Vampire, male human, and two Werewolves of opposite genders. He was dying from the wound inflicted by another Vampire. He was moving from body to body. He met D, his only blood child. He was watching a young boy train with D.
“Vladimir.”
Correct. Now, I suggest we go and deal with Atticus before the power-hungry b*****d becomes bolder and sends an army to take over where your brother failed. Then we go after the young lady you feel so strongly about.
Rathe got to his feet, still trying to get used to the new enhanced senses he had.
I’ll take over for you, I’m used to the sensations so your body will adapt faster. You just keep control over your movements and vitals.
“Sounds like a plan,” Rathe said, picking up his sword. He had it fashioned after D’s so it was longer than he was tall by about three inches, but its balance and weight were similar to that of a normal sword. Its blade was thinner as a result, but because of this, it was sturdier and sharper than ordinary ones.
An interesting choice of weaponry for one so young.
“D was, is, my goal, so of course I fight the same way as him.”
“Enough talk. We seem to have company.”
Rathe looked around, he didn’t see anyone, but his new hearing could hear multiple people breathing. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
“Impressive, though I should expect no less from the legendary ss-class Hunter, D.” A figure slowly emerged from the shadows. Soon the moonlight shined down on the figure of Astura Moonson, Atticus’s right-hand man and personal mass murderer. Astura had a bounty of 20.5 million gold, the third highest bounty in s-class criminals. Always the bloodthirsty one, Astura was having trouble maintaining his human form; his mouth was already starting to turn into a wolf’s snout and was dripping with drool. “I must say, the stories don’t do you justice. I was expecting a practiced fighter with more scars than teeth, not some fragile, pretty human-looking creature. I’m starting to regret having brought so many of my men. Is it true that you killed over a thousand Vampires in ten seconds, without getting so much as a drop of blood on you?”
“It was more towards 30 seconds,” D replied, not even bothering to pick up his sword from the tree it was leaning on.
“30?” Astura looked honestly surprised.
“It was an off day.”
Laughter rang through the area, letting Rathe count over 150 different voices. “D,” he muttered, “we don’t have time for this…”
“And who’s the brat? Last I heard, Dhampir’s didn’t have children.”
“I’m his student!” Rathe shot back, starting to take a step forward until D placed a hand on his shoulder.
Astura threw his head back as he roared with laughter. “So the deadly Vampire Hunter has taken an apprentice? Well, boy, how about we test your skill. Let’s say, 10 of my men.”
“I can take down all of you without breaking a sweat,” Rathe sneered. “10 of you is child’s play.”
Astura laughed again. “This one’s got some ego. Very well then, how about a wager? 50 of my men will humor you. If you can kill them then I’ll let you have the honor of dying at my Master’s feet. Your beloved Master has an appointment at the castle anyway. I may even send word to have Lord Atticus hold off on the death blow until you arrive.”
“Make it all of them and you have a deal, but who says that we’ll be the ones dying at your master’s feet?”
“Watch what you say, kid. I don’t plan on dying today because of your big mouth,” grumbled Rathe’s hand.
“Very well, Mr. D, you’ll stay out of the fight.” Astura looked amused. This brat believed he could kill all of his men? He’d have to get the full report from them later. Unfortunately, Atticus had ordered him to send the men to do the work, he was just to report back as soon as the men were deployed. He was chary to disobey a direct order from Atticus again; the memory of his lord’s wrath was enough to curb his bloodlust.
“I had no intention of participating,” D replied, sitting down against the tree. “Your men will be dead either way.”
That was all Astura’s lackeys needed to hear. Their howls of bloodlust rang through the night as each of them transformed on the spot. “Better not cry when we rip you apart!”
They charged.

They charged. Rathe pulled his sword out, lopping off two of their heads. He jumped up, swinging his sword to take out another few. He tossed the sword up and whipped his arms out, hundreds of needle-thin stakes shot out of his sleeves, and another twenty fell. “Still think you can take me?” he asked, catching his sword as it fell. Astura’s men looked at each other a little warily.
“Are you all spineless puppies!” Astura snarled. “You are Atticus’s loyal wolves! Now show me your fangs or I shall show you mine, and that will be the last thing you ever see!”
“Trouble with your men, Astura?”
Rathe froze at the voice. The wind picked up as the moon was slowly hidden by clouds, and all in the area turned their attentions to the figure walking out of the trees.
“L-lord-.”
“Atticus…” Rathe fixed his grip on his sword.
“I must say, it seems like your men lack discipline Astura. Spineless cowards need something to whip them back into shape.” Atticus looked at Rathe like he was a fresh steak. “I find that ridding oneself of annoyances can be a first step towards getting them from prey to predator.”
In a flash, Rathe was slammed back into a tree.
“However, having heard so much about the legendary Vampire Hunter D, I find it insulting that he chooses to have a child fight his battles.”
“Your pet made a wager with the boy. I take no interest in his egotistic fights.” D stood up slowly and looked at Atticus. The moon came back into view, the light hit his eyes so that they seemed a deep, blood-red color. “I do, however, take interest in you.”
Atticus laughed, “So you care nothing for the boy who thinks the world of you? I never knew Dhampirs to be so… Vampiric in their feelings.” He nodded to the men. “Kill them, or I tear your hides apart and use them to line the walls of the castle. I await the news of your success, or failure.” He turned around and strode back to his castle, Astura following behind him, head bowed in reluctant submission.
The men snarled and shifted straight to their wolf forms, rushing at Rathe and D. Rathe got to his feet, his head ringing from Atticus’s blow. The Wolf managed to rush forward, slam him back with an uppercut and a kick to the gut, and move back to where he stood in less than a fraction of a second.
Admire the b*****d’s fighting prowess later, for now you need to focus on your own skills. I am too weak from the transfer to fight them.
“F-ing useless, that’s what you are,” Rathe groaned. He looked up to see a wolf’s jaw closing in, but before he could move, the top of its head was lopped off, landing next to him as the body crashed into the ground.
“Where’s all that big talk you had earlier?” D said, flicking the blood off of his sword. “I thought you could handle them all on your own.
Rathe didn’t see the look on D’s face, but he didn’t need to in order to know the rare smile was on his master’s face. “I got distracted, won’t happen again Boss.” He drew his sword and moved so that he and D were back to back, surrounded by the wolves. “Brings back memories. Remember that time in Lora?”
“You mean when you got in over your head by flirting with the daughter of the Howitz Pack’s Alpha?”
“In my defense, she kissed me first. And how was I supposed to know she was Dregga’s sister? They look nothing alike. Think she’s still upset about the one night stand?”
“Do you two have to play memory games while our lives are on the line?” shouted both D’s left hand and Rathe’s own left one.
Rathe snorted as he cut down another Wolf. “Please, these guys are all washed up.”
Five minutes later he and D flicked the last drops of blood from their swords. “Ready to finish the job once and for all?” Rathe said, sheathing his sword. D nodded and started to walk towards the castle. Rathe stepped to follow him when something burst out of the ground, latching onto his arms and legs. He looked and saw a wolf, its eyes a pale ghostly blue, and decayed. More wolves burst out of the ground and surrounded him, growling low. “W-what the hell?!”
Wraith Wolves? But those are only supposed to exist in Tolti’iq.
The Wraith Wolves launched themselves at Rathe, clamping their jaws closed on his body. He cried out in pain, struggling to get free. “D! Help!” he shouted, stretching out his arm to his mentor.


D looked back at him, his face empty of any emotion, then turned around, walking off towards the castle.


“D!” More Wraith Wolves jumped onto Rathe, burying him beneath a pile of the creatures, his body being torn up by their claws and teeth. “Get off me!” He grabbed the closest one and ripped it off his arms, snapping its neck. The creature snarled at him and moved to tear out his throat. “I said get. Off. Me!” Rathe forced himself to push off the ground, slamming into the tree behind him, knocking several of the creatures off of him. He grabbed his sword and whipped it out of the sheath, beheading ten of the wolves. The others howled and leapt at him. “I don’t have time to deal with you!” he shouted, swinging his sword around to slice off the others’ heads. He ran toward the castle, intent on catching of to D before his master fought Atticus alone. More Wraith Wolves shot up around him. He rushed past them, sending their heads flying as he went by. Soon, he reached the castle, the sound of swords clashing was clear from the entrance. Several Wolves jumped off the roof to attack him, but he merely sliced each of them in half, rushing into the castle. D was battling Atticus, who had twin swords that easily parried each of D’s strikes. If that wasn’t bad enough, more Wolves appeared in the room, rushing at D from all sides. D was too focused on Atticus to notice them. “D! Behind you!” Rathe shouted, running towards the Dhampir. The consequence of his warning was never something he’d ever intended nor would ever forget.
D’s attention was broken at the sound of Rathe’s voice. He looked away from Atticus for an instant.
Atticus smirked, tossing aside the blades and knocked away D’s sword, wrapping a hand around the Dhampir’s throat. He allowed the change to take over enough to strengthen his arms and transform his hands into claws. “You have been a thorn in my side for too long, Dhampir.” With that, he dug his nails into D’s skin and ripped out the Hunter’s jugular, throwing the dying man to the ground and licked his nails clean.
Rathe ran forward, tossing his sword like a spear at Atticus’s head. The Werewolf jerked his head back in time to avoid the attack, which was all the time Rathe needed to dive down and grab D’s sword. He swung it in a wide arc, lopping off the bloody claw which landed on the floor at the same time that Rathe’s sword hit the wall, the blade snapping in half, the upper portion of the sword flew past Rathe and stuck itself in D’s hand.
“Kid, get that hand!” Rathe’s shouted.
“What’s so important about some dumb hand!” Rathe shouted back, getting to his feet, aware that all the eyes of these wolves were on him. “We need to help D.”
“D’s gone kid, but that hand is my other half and I don’t really like the idea of being this b*****d’s plaything when he realizes it’s separate from D.”
“Like I give a damn what you want,” Rathe retorted, trying to find a way to get out of this mess. Atticus had heard this all and was eyeing the hand in question.
Sometimes, child, it is better to retreat and fight another day than to die a hero’s death when no one will call you anything but a fool.
Rathe looked at the figure of his master, dead. “Dammit,” he muttered, shaking his head. He darted to the side, jumping up to one of the windows in the hall and looked back once more. “I’m sorry Master,” he said before jumping out and running off.
Later he would learn that Atticus had taken the hand as his own, and had learned all of D’s abilities because of it. What Atticus never knew was that because the two hands were once whole, Rathe could use that link to gain information on the person who was on the top of his kill list.
Rathe ran as fast and far as he could, taking shelter in a shed several miles away when daylight came. He didn’t sleep that day, nor the next, nor the day after. He was ashamed at having abandoned D, at having run away from Atticus with his tail between his legs, at having failed D.
How long do you plan to sulk, Youngling? You still have someone waiting for you.
“Knowing Pryde, he’s already killed her,” Rathe said. Three days had passed since D had died, and Kiru had been alone with Pryde for five nights. “And without D, how am I going to stop him if she’s still alive? Pryde’s always been stronger, faster, better in every way.”
“So you’re just going to abandon her? Hpmh, maybe D was wrong to take you in. You don’t have what it takes to succeed him.”
“Who said I wanted to succeed him!”
“Then why do you have his sword?”
“I just grabbed it. It’s the only thing I have left of him… The only thing that I have to remind me what Atticus took from me. I’ll get stronger, stronger than him, stronger than Pryde, stronger than anyone! And when I do, I’ll kill all of them.”
The best way to get stronger is to go after the girl. You’d be surprised about how much strength comes when you have something to protect. D would never have lasted as long as he did against Atticus and his men if he didn’t have protecting you on his mind.
“How the hell would you know what was on his mind!”
He is my son after all, it is a father’s duty to know what’s on his child’s mind. Besides, you can’t stay like this for the rest of your existence. Hasn’t the young lady been waiting long enough?
Rathe got to his feet, picking up D’s blade and his cloak.
“Where would this Pryde kid be anyway? He never did give a place to show up.”
“I know exactly where he is,” Rathe said, swinging his cloak over him and strode out of the cave he had stayed in. He looked at the setting sun and turned north, putting as much speed as possible into his legs, running to the place he never wanted to see again. Before the sun had completely faded, he saw the top of the Syn family house, abandoned since he had been with D.
“Well, it’s about time. I had started to think that the girl was the wrong bait for you Brother.”
Rathe looked up at the tree where Pryde’s voice came from. “I got delayed. Where is she?”
Pryde jumped down from the tree and spread his arms out. “I’m hurt, not even so much as a ‘hello’ from you? We have so much catching up to do.”
Quick as a flash, a stake embedded itself in Pryde’s shoulder. “I don’t have time to waste on you, now answer the question!”
Pryde narrowed his eyes and yanked out the stake, tossing it aside. “I had hoped you would be reasonable. I have a business proposition for you, Rathe. The girl is merely leverage to make sure you came.”
“I have no business with you, nor do I want to have business with you. Answer the question and I’ll consider not killing you.”
Pryde raised an eyebrow, he could feel a different aura flowing from his brother than usual. The brat actually believed that he could kill him. Interesting. “That’s a shame, dear Brother. I had truly hoped you would see things my way. I know your dear Kiru would have wanted that.”
“WHERE IS SHE!”
Pryde smirked. “Up the hill by the tree. I believe you know the one I’m talking about. She’s been so worried about you, won’t stop saying that you’d come and save her. It seems that you’ve come too late though.” He chuckled and jumped back into the tree, vanishing from sight as he jumped from tree to tree up the hill.
“Pryde!” Rathe rushed after the sound of his brother’s laughter. He followed the sound all the way to the tree Pryde had mentioned. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw who was there. Kiru was tied to the tree, her face was bloodied and she seemed barely conscious. “Kiru!”
“Ah, ah, ah. Not a single step further, Brother.”
Rathe froze and glared at Pryde, who walked out from behind the tree. “What did you do to her!”
“I? Nothing at all. Now, Set here, that’s a different story.”
“Not entirely true, Pryde, you staked her to the tree.”
Rathe looked at Set Wolfe, who walked out from the other side of the tree, stopping next to Kiru.
“All I did was rough her up a little. Rather boring to be honest.”
“Why you-!” Rathe shouted starting to charge forward. Pryde snapped his fingers and Rathe was instantly bound by vines that sprung from the ground. “Dammit, let me go!”
“I would, but sadly you refused my generous offer, and now you must face the consequences,” Pryde replied, nodding to Set.
Set smiled and grabbed Kiru’s neck, baring his fangs before tearing her throat with his nails. Blood flowed from the wound as he tore into her wrists. Kiru screamed in pain as Set continued to slash her body with his nails. Next, he took out a small dagger and stabbed her chest, piercing her lungs.
Rathe struggled against his binds, trying to tear free to stop Set. “Kiru!” he shouted, straining to get free.
“Enough, now it’s my turn. You can go now, Marcus already has your payment,” Pryde said, grabbing Set’s shoulder. The other Vampire looked disappointed but nodded and vanished. Pryde pulled out a stake and looked at Rathe. “It didn’t have to come to this, Brother. I do dislike killing such beauty, but you made your decision.”
“No!”
Pryde smirked and slammed the stake into Kiru’s chest. Her eyes opened wide, her mouth opened in a silent scream before her body went limp. Pryde laughed. “Had you only agreed to join me, she would still be alive. Let you always remember this: the girl’s death is your own fault.” He snapped his fingers, and the vines binding Rathe snapped and fell to the ground.
Rathe rushed at Pryde, whipping out D’s sword, bringing his around to behead his brother.
Pryde laughed and ducked, grabbing Rathe’s wrist and slammed his palm into his brother’s jaw.
Rathe flew back at the force of Pryde’s strike, the sword flying out of his hand to land next to him on the ground. He grunted and sat up just in time to have Pryde’s foot slam into the side of his head, knocking him aside. He slammed into a nearby tree and cried out, feeling two ribs snap. He struggled to his feet, feeling blood run down his forehead. Everything was starting to blur; he could barely make out Pryde’s figure. He saw Pryde rushing at him and turned to the side, letting his brother’s fist slam into the tree. Instantly, he slammed his fist into Pryde’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Rathe followed through by grabbing his brother’s shirt and swung him around, slamming him into the ground and fell down, letting his elbow collide with Pryde’s stomach.
Pryde grunted and grabbed Rathe’s neck, tightening his grip as he stood up, lifting him into the air. Rathe struggled to free himself but Pryde had a firm grip on him. He slammed his fist into Rathe’s face before letting go of his neck and grabbed his face, bringing him crashing into the ground before slamming his foot into his brother’s side, sending him flying into the tree wish an audible snap. He waited to see if Rathe moved, but his brother stayed still and limp. “Pitiful. Even after becoming a Vampire, you still think you can pose a challenge to me. As if we could ever be equals. Face it, Brother, no matter how strong you get, I will always be stronger; I will always win and you will always end up the same way.” Disgusted at the waste of time, Pryde turned and left into the woods.
Rathe stayed against the tree, bleeding and broken. Dammit! Why was he always so damn weak! He couldn’t save D, he couldn’t beat Pryde, he couldn’t even save Kiru. He’d lost everything, his mentor, his humanity, and the only person he’d ever loved. And for what? What the hell did he have left? He must have blacked out at some point because the when he opened his eyes his clothes were soaked with what he first thought was his blood, but soon realized was rain. He struggled into a sitting position, his whole body felt like it was ready to give out. He looked up at the sky as lightning lit up the night. What was he going to do now? He looked over his shoulder at the tree where Kiru was, he wanted to tell her how sorry he was, only… she wasn’t there. The binds and stakes, everything, any and all evidence of what happened to her, all of it was gone! “What the hell?” he grunted, forcing himself to his feet, using D’s sword as a crutch as he staggered to the tree. All that was left where Kiru had been killed was the ribbon that she always wore, lying in the mud. He picked it up and stared at it. “Kiru……” He gripped it in his fist. “Pryde! You’ll pay for this, you hear me!” he shouted. “I’m going to get stronger, stronger than anyone else in this world, and I’ll wipe out anyone who stands in my way. And the first person I’m going to kill is you!”
Three weeks later…
Rathe stood in the middle of a field, covered from head to toe with blood, surrounded by a hundred bodies of Werewolves, Vampires and humans. He flicked his sword clean of blood and put it in its sheath. “Any more weaklings that you care to send my way?” he asked a man who stood frozen at the entrance of a city.
“Wh-what do you want?” the man stammered.
“Information. There are several people that I’m looking for, and I’ve made it my job to know everything that goes on in this world. Agree to give me any information I ask, and that all of those who descend from your bloodline will continue the deal, and I’ll promise to not make your entire city look like this field is right now.”
Three years later and Rathe had become famous in the underground. His connections were rivaled by none, and even though he had been placed in ss-class criminal rankings, nobody in the bounty hunting business was stupid enough to chase after the only person to face Atticus and live, and nobody objected to letting him stay as an ss-class hunter. Rathe moved from place to place, getting stronger, and gaining more and more information. Centuries later, on the anniversary of the day he met Kiru, he found himself in a forest in Labrynthia. It was there that he met Rafe, Alexandra, and the others, and it was there that he had returned two years later in order to stop another war, and to end what his brother had started with him…
“I’m sorry… do you want to talk to me about-?” Kara began, snapping Rathe out of his thoughts once again.
“No,” Rathe interrupted. I don’t know what I want right now… All I know is that I want to forget all of this and just get back to the missions. First the rest of the stones, and then Pryde. I had to let Alexandra and the rest deal with Atticus, but nobody’s going to stop me from getting Pryde.