it has been four decades since the last war was experienced,the war has been in action for at least ten years.the savages were not certainly a typical rebelling group but rather a staged rebellion with the so called status quo instigators who managed to incite multitudes to act as a distraction as they as they move out the facade of bringing a serene life to the people being exploited.
the main fighting group was a parks and other few mutants who were dubbed as omegas.their main aim was to annex the richest kingdom of the time which was under the kingship of king Elijah Davidson. from what it seemed from the attack their intention was to devide the loot amongst themselves but the king who was my father knew this was an order from a more calculated persuit than just stealing as the stromgest kingdom he knew that that came at a cost of which he's paying. for him to have that enormous wealth he had conquered many kingdoms and some were large and strong even more than he was. the position of the kingdom was luckily situated where anyone could wish for. the fertility of the land was amazing togather with the tremendous minerals which kept all activities run to their zenith. the respect to the rayals was the basic ingridient for the people's sovereignty to choose the everlasting rulers. my father and his family were seen as celestials since none of them was aging, this reason was never unearthed as I expected a smart ruler would, this would have brought panic to everyone that they were cold hearted demons even though the coldness was subtle.
my father who has witnessed all major events at the time was the strongest being on earth. being an original vampire gave him an advantage over other turned vampires and other mutants.the phenomenon of being the first and only vampire to ever procreate was never deciphered and also instilled more fear to his rivals but what they suspected was the fact the he was married to the strongest witch. the fact that my father bored four of us who were vampire and witch hybrids came at a cost which made him susceptible to aging and his was aging almost as fast as humans. as his first born son I had been obliged to be a leader with all sorts of training.
as time passed it was evident that my father was getting old and I had to embalm him against his own will with the help of a witch which was not of our family. he had to see the future he was always preparing me for.
the world has know turned into a modern and more civlised world. the kingdom he left on my hands is now a country,
in the fourth floor of our apartment lies my father's body, as from what I perceived his body was still intact it hadn't aged a day. his untainted presence reflecting his all the memories we shared and most important the one we will be sharing soon. it was a tradition for me to keep him company and tell him all my achievements but unfortunately my failures were the ones I used to feed him alot. I know that he would have told me to focus on that small achievement that made me happy but from my point of view I also had to learn from my mistakes which were somewhat demoralizing. I took time to check his playbook and it was so mindblowing, I mean they were planned in a least possible way the enemy could predict. he was surely my idol I had to admit that.
"son" a voice from the entrance startled me " sorry didn't mean to- "is okay ", I gave her a curt reply " I know you think when he wakes up he won't be happy by your contrasting rulings", he said still leaning at the entrance door , in retro my father was somehow tyrant but also shrewd but in this new civilization power had to be devolved something I have always been agitated about. in his time all the rulings and laws were passed only by the family members but he also had few advisers who were strictly not supposed to get passed their vocational frontier. "I guess i will have to hear from the horse' s mouth". in a weeks time the incantation should be ready to revive him, the time we have all been waiting for.
besides the people I also had a school to run. the school presence was a highly classified information since it was not just a school it was also a sanctuary for supernaturals. they had to be tought and trained first because they were kids and second they can be highly dangerous. I had considered we give the school our family name but my mother was against it. I was like the sponsor but my sister Rebecca Davidson was running it. it was so ironical that as the president I was still the one who went bounty hunting with my Mon for supernaturals, she used a trackin spell to locate them, and this time shockingly we are going into a church. according to my mother the bounty was inside the church. as we are going she is still wearing that "is time for business",face mom this whole week has exhausted me the last thing I want to see now is your hardened face, please just give me a smile","boy do I look like one of your smiley ass bitches*, she said sarcastically and the laughter I had muffled for some seconds came out colliding with her small pitched voice.
at the church's sarrounding their was an odd silence but I couldn't sense anyone's precence. but inside the church seemed like the summon was ending, it was around 8 pm , and when the summon ended I already had our target beside me "and to my friend there I am tate", I lied stretching my hand to greet him "john", he replied with a low mechanical voice "so-" before I could finish the church door that I closed when I entered produced a sound like it was hit from the other side got a dent from outside. before the door was Brocken I already knew in whose company we were in.