Desmir awakes to see the woman who calls herself the count looking at him. Only she is a red blurry version of herself.
"I am truly sorry to have you relive such a gruesome past. Count Tempus says shaking her head.
Desmir looks at her"What are you phantom, am I dead?"
Count Tempus Chuckles ``No Desmir this is Your Void and I am or what is left of my soul before I was turned. I was turned like most after the downfall of the Nruin Empire ."
The word you mean is vampire. you and your kind kill and suck blood?" Desmir says crossing his arms and looking towards his tormentor.
Count Tempus shakes her head "Yes in a way you are correct I was a slave for the Nruin but proved myself so they blooded me with intention to create an army."
"An army of Monsters." Desmir looks at her in horor.
"No" Count Tempus counties "An army of immortal creatures but my kind was brought to their knees before we had our true numbers and our purpose . and for a time the only thing that came with the gift of immortality was death."
She waves her hand and Desmir sees a moving painting of Count Tempus . She is kneeling at the foot of a greater blob. The blob's mouth begins to move reaching for the Count.
"No more shall you go by that name. For now you are Count Tempus leader and general to my army. You are the key to my success, newly bloodied."
Then the blob puts a hand on the Count's shoulder. "You will flee along with the other chosen few and continue our work. My siblings and I will sleep awaiting your return to take us out of this age."
The Count rises to her feet and walks out the door. The image fades
"I don't understand why were you sent away?" Desmir asks
"Mortal kind have always dismissed our existence. Desmir to them we are like beasts form fairytales but once upon a time we ruled this World. Far and wide. But we were betrayed."
"By who?" Desmir aks looking at her
"Not by who but by what. It was our own greed. The Nurin were brought to their knees in a matter of days by fighting our nature to keep our spirit alive. The night stalkers choose a champion from each bloodline."
Count tempus waves her hand again and the vison of her master fades and four more portraits appear from nowhere and two seats "Please Desmir have a seat." Count tempus says waving her hand Desmir sits staring at the Portraits the Portraits are of Five individuals each one with their name and next to it two other words Nurin and Moin and one that reads neither.
Malcolm the clockmaker -Nruin
Romero the Pret -Nurin
Nico The Reaper of souls -neither
Carl the TOGC- Moin
Octavia the insightful- Moin.
Count Tempus points at the one called Malcolm the clockmaker "Our patron, the one who bloodied me and made the purest of the Nurin and it is I who will blood you as Malcolm The clockmaker Keeper of time blooded me , that is who you saw me bow to." Count Tempus takes a deep breath and counties "He controls everything that can and will happen on this planet. and tries to shape its the future on this planet however long it takes until the end is near." And as a nurin of time i too must flex my masters will upon my brothers and continue the life of this world until it is time to leave for the call of war has sounded.for it appears my brothers have decided that now is the time for another great change in time. that will shape this planet for the eras to come."
Count Tempus stares at The knight Desmir before he has a chance to say anything she says ." I know this alot but all will make sense soon enough.``
"So what are you then?" Desmir asks " and what is Nurin and Moin?
Count tempus raises her finger to her lips ``Silence a time will come when you can ask you questions that time isn't now." She looks at the portraits and sighs
"This palace is nothing but a test among the mortals and among our kin. to see who can establish control. Our job is to force our values upon the world. and to keep the Mortals that's moin and human alike to The rules of the champions until This to begans to change."
The portraits fades away and 4 more portraits show up. this showing four names
"The champions are called Counts; it is the highest honor a Nurin can get. Becoming one with the universe.
I read the names.
Count Tempus
Count Marshal
Count Medi
Count Aruthor
Count Grim
"A game was given to us by the night stalkers. A battle that has lasted for hundreds of years. In the shadows. Each Count must find and build their own army and go to war with one another, and over the past few centuries I have been hidden and forcing my to keep the battle out of my mortals' world .from this battle until now. You three will help me and in return I will give you immortally and the power to do what any mortal can only dream of. "
Count Tempus stands and points his finger at Desmir
"You must cut all ties with your old life. You hunt the wicked for noble reasons however in the end you are a tool that was pointed and used for reasons that even you don't know i give you a reason to directly control your destiny. I only ask for you to stay by my side during this time to fulfil my promise and take this planet from it soon to be a doomed state."
These portraits also begin to fade and a man's face appears, the face of the man Desmir only remembers in his nightmares. "This is your village murder." Count Tempus says
"I know who he is." Desmir cuts in agitated
"Yes of course you do," count Tempus looks at Desmir and shakes her head. relieving such a gruesome fate has trapped you in a rut. I have no need of someone living in the past. therefore you will go south and find this man and take his life. He must die so you can move on. He is your only tie truly to this world however training is in order and I still must learn about you. Your training has already begun. And will continue after a good night's sleep.``