Okay, guize. I tried writing a serious story in english. I will present you with the results, and you will tell me about all the mistakes, I'm mostly worried about grammar, and stupidly written sentences. It's not very long, so give it a read, k?
It's based in my own world, and I actually have many characters and stories made up and prepared long ago. So I might continue this.
Still, it didn't turn out exactly how I imagined.
It was a dark and calm night. The castle was, like always, quiet at night. Well, at least that part of the castle he lived in. The other one, which was populated by his legion of loyal vampires, was usually very lively. Thanks to special barriers however, Natevurus could enjoy peace and quiet alone in his chamber.
That is, he could, if a certain person haven't arrived.
Natevurus was sitting at a long dining table with his unwanted guest. He was dressed in his usual get-up of black tuxedo and equally black cape. His long black hair, was like always clean and well maintained. His arms crossed, he was watching his guest very carefully. Many thoughts and possibilities of conversation were going through his head. It was a regular thing for him to plan in advance, just so he could have an upper hand.
His guest, a young looking man, seemed to be a complete opposite of the vampire. He had short white hair, and shining white armor. He was eating joyfully food that was on the table, and it looked like he just didn't care about anything else.
However Natevurus knew better. He knew very well, that behind that seemingly innocent exterior, hid a legend. Yes, the legendary "Holy Warrior", also called the "Hero of Heroes"... Santzudan.
According to folklore, he was the first mortal who ever spoke to Altar "The Miracle God", or just God. He was the one who created the group of Natevurus' mortal enemies, "The Order of Saints".
However, that person is supposed to be long dead. So, if Santzudan is long off this world, then who was it that was sitting in that chair across the table? That question pained the vampire, especially since the holy aura which was emanating from his guest, would say that he indeed is who he claims to be.
Suddennly, Santzudan stopped eating. He wiped his mouth with one of the handkerchiefs from the table and looked at the vampire with a happy smile. Natevurus shuddered a bit, yet against his will. It rarely happened to him, however there was something about that happy smile, that made him feel uneasy.
"Well now, Natevurus my friend." He said. "We can talk about business now." With that said, he drew his right hand up, and in a flash of light, a white orb appeared in it. "Do you know what this is, my friend?"
"No."
"..." Santzudan paused, taken aback by vampire's blunt reply. On his face appeared a surprised look. "Really? I thought you would recognize this."
"I'm sorry, if I do not recognize some white ball." Said Natevurus, with a grimace.
"Ball? Oh please, Natevurus, I feel insulted."
Santzudan placed the orb on the table, and looked at Natevurus with a serious face.
"Now... watch."
With that said, he tapped the orb with his index finger. After a moment of silence, Natevurus heard a crackling noise from beneath the orb. The table was freezing. With each passing moment, it was getting colder, and colder, when eventually the whole table was frozen completely. All the food and cutlery on the table was frozen also, and the orb was floating in mid air. Natevurus was standing few steps away from the table. His eyes widened a bit in amazement. It was at that moment he understood what the orb was.
"You know what this is now, don't you?" Said Santzudan. On his face, there was a huge evil smile. It was completely different from his previous happy one.
"Yes. Yes indeed. An Elemental Orb, 'The Ice'." Replied Natevurus.
"YES!" Shouted Santzudan and started walking towards the vampire, grabbing the orb. "I know that you have both 'The Flame' and 'The Spark'! Therefore I propose a deal..."
"A deal? Are you telling me you want to trade something to me for those two? Or are you trying to trade this orb for something else?"
With that said, Natevurus moved toward the door leading out of the dining room. Santzudan followed after him.
"Actually, I want your help in exchange for something else." Said Santzudan, and the orb disappeared from his hand.
"My help? With what?"
They entered into main part of the chamber, also called the throne room. There were huge bookshelves at the walls, all filled with books. There was another pair of doors to the left, leading out of the chamber and into a long corridor. Across from said exit, was standing Natevurus' black throne. Natevurus sat in it, and looked at Santzudan, who was checking out one of the books from the shelves.
"Why do you need my help?" He repeated the question.
"Why? Well, because I want to become God." Said Santzudan, without taking attention away from the book.
"What?"
"What you heard, vampire boy. I want to dethrone Altar and become a God of this world."
Natevurus started laughing. Santzudan looked at him, pouting.
"This is not funny. I'm serious."
"I know, and the exact fact that you're serious about this, is so horribly hilarious." Said Natevurus, trying to contain his laughter.
Yes. It was indeed a hilarious statement. Especially for him. Natevurus was after all, caught up in an eternal battle against the Miracle God, and he tried many things already in order to defeat Altar. None of them worked. The source of those failures is simple, Altar never appeared before him to fight. He always only sends his soulless servants, Angels. You just simply cannot defeat an enemy who doesn't appear on the battlefield.
"Listen, Natevurus. I need all the Elemental Orbs to initiate my plan into motion. I also need a strong follower, like you, who will help me in battle with Altar. In exchange I will trade you something very precious to you."
"Oh, and what is it?"
On Santzudan's face appeared a huge evil grin. "Your life." He said, and in his right hand appeared a shinning sword with a white handle.
He jumped towards Natevurus and did a cut with his sword. However the vampire reacted quickly, and using instant teleportation appeared behind Santzudan. Without wasting any time, Natevurus attacked back, cutting at his enemy with his long cape, which served now as his weapon. Santzudan however jumped high in the air, avoiding the sharp blade of the cape.
"You're using your own cape as a sword? Interesting, vampire." Said Santzudan, standing face down on the ceiling. He was smiling with a cocky smile.
"So you're trying to force me into "partnership"? You're kind of different from the legends about a noble hero who saves orphans and maidens."
"Those legends exaggerate everything about me greatly."
"I can see that much."
Natevurus' eyes flashed red, and on the ceiling, right under Santzudan appeared a black portal, that sucked him right in, before he even managed to react. The vampire laughed, and closed the portal quickly.
"Fool. You can now dwell in the "Zone of Silence" for all eternity."
Natevurus walked toward his throne, and noticed that it was damaged by Santzudan's sword. He cursed.
Suddennly, he heard a strange noise, like a buzzing. He turned around, to see that there was a crack in the air. It was white blue, it looked just like the air in itself has cracked. Then suddenly, the crack literally blew up and before Natevurus' eyes, there was standing none other than Santzudan. He still had a cocky smile on his face. Behind him, there was a slowly closing gap to the Zone of Silence.
"Oh my. He cracked down the barrier between this world and the other dimension." Thought Natevurus.
"Well, it seems like your little plan of trapping me there has failed. Why don't you just give up, vampire?"
"Give up? You seem to not realize who I am, Santzudan." Natevurus pierced his enemy with a cold gaze.
"Oh, but I do know, and that's why I'm so sure of my advantage over y..."
Santzudan paused, because Natevurus suddenly appeared right before him and punched him in the stomach. Santzudan's eyes widened, however he didn't even had a time to react, before Natevurus punched him again, and again, and again. Even tough the holy warrior was wearing an armor, it did not protect him from the force of Natevurus' punches. The vampire was very powerful, each of those punches would be able to demolish entire buildings.
After a minute or two of this, Santzudan fell on the floor all beaten up. He could barely move. Natevurus walked toward him, and stepped on his head.
"Well now, worm. I think you were trying to say something before I interrupted you. C'mon, say it. Finish!" He said, stepping on Santzudan's head harder, and harder with each word.
"Natevurus..." Said Santzudan, and burst out into an insane laughter. "You, you think this matters at all? You think you've won?! Ha... hahahaha!"
"Shut up." Said Natevurus, and kicked Santzudan in the face. However the holy warrior seemed to not be even phased by this, and just started rolling on the floor laughing maniacally. Natevurus backed away a few steps.
Suddenly, on Santzudan's face appeared an expression of absolute horror. He looked at his own hands, and there he saw that he started to dissolve into nothingness.
"Where am I?! What's happening to me?! What... THE WITCH... WHERE IS SHE?! IT'S THE WITCH'S DOI..." He didn't finish, because he dissolved into nothing.
Natevurus, surprised by this strange turn of events, sat on his throne, and started thinking deeply about the whole situation. There were many strange things about what happened this night, and the strangest of them all was Santzudan's unusual death. Is he truly dead however? Where did he get The Ice? What was exactly up with his stupid plan of becoming God? Or what about that... witch.
Suddenly, like lightning from the heavens, a realization hit him. Identity of the "Witch" Santzudan spoke of before he died. There was one person, only one, whose existence would explain most of the mysteries of this night.
Ultimania, The Witch of Time & Space.
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