Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Second Age ❯ TSA-01 ( Chapter 1 )

{Just FYI, there is more to come this is just the first Ten pages, So you can wait until I get it all done or go ahead and read.}

Author(ess): Ballroom Blitz

Title: The Second Ages

Pairing: Seth x Katsu

Original Characters: Kezkel

Series/X-Over: VtM

Rating: R/NC-17

Warnings: Blood / Gore

Summery: Welcome to the life of the Followers of Set, and meet the darkness and night and see why you should go out when the moon is a rise.

Disclaimer: I sorely wish I didn't own Kezkel, but he's my baby. Just make him shut up!

The Second Ages

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It was cold. Dark, and he felt trapped, enclosed by this darkness. He blinked his eyes to ensure his eyes were open. Had he gone blind? He thought about it for a moment as he lye in the cold night that entrapped him. No, that wasn't it. The last he remember was kneeling before the alter, his voice raised in praise to Set. He wasn't alone, someone had come in silently. Then there was pain, and after that. . .

He must have been murdered. But. . .

He didn't feel dead. Reaching his hand out it came into contact with cold solid stone. Indeed he wasn't dead. Using all his strength he shoved the stone to send it flying further than he should have been able too. Light came in, almost blinding him for a brief second, then it was over.

"And now my childe awakens." A soft voice murmured.

"Your what?" Seth turned his head to see a man standing there. He smiled at Seth, flashing a set of fangs. Seth stared at the man in horror, despite how beautiful he was. This was a cursed one!

"My childe. Not my physical off spring, but you are now mine." The raven haired man murmured almost lovingly as he approached the sarcophagus. As he moved gracefully his silken green robes, like emeralds, barely fluttered with his movements. "So beautiful. So intelligent. So powerful and unshakable in your belief, that I dared not pass you up."

"I don't understand. . ." Seth murmured in shock, staring at the coffin he was still sitting in. A look of horror graced his features as he panted for breath that he no longer needed. He had been cursed as well. Chosen to carry the blackest of all curses it was horrific a thought.

"I will seek Torpor soon, you must lead my children Seth. Your guidance is for them now. No longer will you grace Ra, only revenge for what he and the others did." The man spoke, his dark raven hair framing his dark skin that was set with icy eyes, as cold as death. "You must gain power Seth, protect your siblings from Ra."

"No. . ." Seth murmured as he stood up from his coffin to jump out of it. He was thirsty, a thirst he didn't want. A pain in his mouth, with new sensations as his fangs pushed out from their prison. He could feel every little dent in the stone where his hand rested on the sarcophagus, smell things he never noticed before, far away he could hear the sounds of things moving about. He looked at the man, shaking his head. "What have you done?"

"Seth, take a moment, sit down. You will need to feed soon and you have yet to get accustomed to your new unlife." The man murmured as he slid an arm around Seth's waist to pull him towards a seat. Seth's white and blue robes fluttering around him as he allowed the man to lead him. He could feel every silken strand of his robes, the air that flowed through the threads. Still the man spoke, oblivious to the strange sensations Seth was feeling. "Who do you worship the most? Ra? Set? Osiris? Who do your loyalties lye with? What god have you given your soul to?"

"I follow Ra. . ." Seth looked at the man who smirked down at him as he lowered Seth to some pillows. Seth stared up at his Sire, this was just too much to take in all at once.

"It's not nice to lie to your Sire. And believe me I know that you are lying to me." He sat down before Seth, smiling gently as he reached up and rubbed one of Seth's exposed fangs almost lovingly. "Just as I know you're thirsty."

"Why have you done this?" Seth asked, then with a frown, "And just who the hell are you?"

"My name will be revealed to you one day, I am the guiding force and order to the Setites." He smiled gently, petting Seth's cheek. "We are the Followers of Set, the God-King and all Setites will carry on his Jyhad. You will carry this privilege on after I go to Torpor, but only after you have fed."

"No. . No!" Seth moved away from his Sire, a look of disgust on his face. "I won't kill to survive!"

"Then would you kill for power?" The Sire of Seth asked, quickly gaining the young priests' attention. The Sire smiled gently, having found what he needed to perhaps get what he wanted. "Would you kill for the power to take down the Pharaoh. Ra's accursed heir! Imagine powers unlimited with no bounds. I did much to become a Second Generation, you are a Third Generation, meaning you are almost a god. We must feed on the living now my childe, and as we do we are granted power, but only if we mock the Gods who have forsaken our God-King."

"Why was our God-King forsaken?" Seth asked as he calmed down. There wasn't much he could do about his predicament. If he was one of the Creatures of Night. . . Well it couldn't be helped.

"The Followers of Set should know the truth. As I turned you only partially you don't know what I know." His Sire spoke gently as if talking to a small child. "I will break our bond when I sleep, for now though you are my Childe, and you will know only what I teach you."

"Bond?" Seth asked, but his Sire shook his head, explaining nothing further as a young woman was lead in. She was a lovely sight, dark and sensuous, yet Seth held no attraction for her, just the sound of her blood pumping in her body caught his attention. He could smell it like the finest of ambrosia just waiting to be tasted. . .

"Ah, hello my dear, come meet your new master." Seth's Sire commented, the woman obeying his command. The woman came to kneel before him, her eyes were far away as if she was lost in a trance. The Sire grabbed the woman's hair, forcing her head to the side, "Now drink my childe, feast on what we have been forsaken for so long. Power untold. Become strong to carry on Jyhad in my wake."

Seth swallowed, his thirst powerful and before he knew it he was drinking from the woman, tearing into her neck with unbridled hunger. The taste was indescribable, far better than anything he had sensed in the mortal realm. This was much more pleasurable, the sweetness was an aphrodisiac like none he had ever known. Before he knew it, he was being pulled away, his fangs ripping the woman's throat open as he was yanked away, the last of her life staining his clean robes and the floor.

Panting for breath he was vaguely aware of his Sire speaking to him, petting his hair. He looked up at his master with lusted blue eyes, he was still hungry, but she was enough to sate him for awhile. "Take your time, there is plenty of food out there Childe. Come now, let me clean you up, and I will teach you the things I know."

Seth nodded his head, coming down off his high, the sweet nectar of life lingering in his senses. He smiled, as he was lead to the bathing chamber. He would become powerful, take the Pharaoh down, paint the golden sands red. He would do it all for his Master. As he regained his senses his Master was leading him into the water, talking to him, telling him the story of Ra, Set and Osiris. Of what Ra did to Nut and Geb, Set's mother and father. How Set was banished and when hearing of Ra's death returned to Egypt. His brother Osiris, not willing to share Egypt banished Set to the sands, where he was found by his Master who made him a God-King.

Set lived with his Master in the Second City, making friends and enemies alike. His enemies were the Third Generation who ate their peers and the younger generations for fun and amusement. Years untold passed before Set returned to Egypt, slaying His brother and his brother's sons Anubis and Horus, Sparing Isis and Nephthys in an act of mercy.

Weary from the long battles with his brother and nephews, Set turned to Torpor with his completed vengeance. While he slept his mercy proved to be a folly. Isis had become a powerful sorceress. She regained Horus's body, resurrecting him as a mummy, but the first of many to come. Then she resurrected Osiris in Set's image, as a Vampire. Even as she did these things, Set had awakened from Torpor, arriving to do battle with his brother.

Set battled Osiris, killing his brother yet again, and showing no mercy he slay Isis, refusing to show her the mercy he once had. Then he sought Horus, maiming him badly. With the battle ended, Set returned to Torpor, watching and waiting till he would need to awaken again.

Upon awakening yet again, Set discovered that Amon-Ra had become powerful. He set to change this, his vengeance second only to his Jyhad with the Third Generation. Seducing the Pharaoh's with his words, he got them to move their city from Memphis to Tanis where the Temple of Set stood. By this Isis and Horus's cults were weakened dramatically. The cult of Isis, lead by Horus sought to bring down Set. Horus was slain, his immortal soul sent to the underworld.

During the years after battles were raged, the Lupines attacked, and his war with the Third Generation was raging on. Set would not be toppled. After the Lupines left Egypt in a weak state, Horus was reborn. Betraying his homeland, Horus lead Libyan to attack. Once again Set was returned to the sands, his people making him escape to return another day. Horus then proclaimed himself the ruler of all Egypt. Under the Mummy's new rule Thebes became the new Egyptian Capital. Amon-Ra's worship was re-established and the death-worshiping cult of Isis revived.

Banished in the desert, not the strength yet to rise against his brother, Set swore to become as deadly as the sands that sheltered him. So Set promised to wield trickery, corruption and deceit against those who had betrayed him. As did the Third Generation whom he fought, he created Childer to serve him. . .

"Pity him Seth. The father of us who is a hero, abandoned and betrayed on every side. Weep for him tears of blood, and continue the fight he can not. . ." Seth's Sire Murmured as he helped Seth dress. Seth had never heard the story like that. To him it just seemed so much more real than the stories he was told. Story's written by Ra and Isis, that he did not doubt.

"I will do what I can." Seth murmured as his Sire led him out to their coffins for sleep. He promised to teach Seth what he could before his own sleep. But Seth was still confused, as he was a Third Generation Vampire himself, would not his Master be at war with him too. . . ?

~*~ ~*~*~*~ ~*~

"Master," Seth said as he entered the library of his vampire mentor. His Sire, whom still after weeks of knowing he had no name for, other than Master and Sire. "I was just pouring over some of the scrolls, and what Happened after Set was banished to the sands?"

"I was wondering when you would ask such a question." Seth's Sire smiled as he leaned back and looked at Seth, motioning the young Neonate to have a seat. Seth took the seat as his master started talking. "It's a long story, but one I would tell you.

"As the Jyhad with Horus and the Third Generation warred on, things were happening. When Horus destroyed Set's power and priest hood the Antediluvian created the clan of Setites, which we are apart of, to be Set's disciples. Having conceived betrayal and corruption as his very tools, he used it to discredit the priests of Ra, leading them away from their god to love more material things, and the decadence the world brings. Set Taught us this path of dark power that we use today.

"We fight the Silent Striders in those first years, they who are the savage Lupine tribe. They attacked Set while he labored to create his own Mummies to fight those Horus and Isis's cult of the dead wielded. He had stolen the ritual for a reason, though what it was none truly know. Soon it was discovered that Set was deceived and the Bane Mummies I've taught you to create were the product. Some how the Silent Striders and other Lupines seem to know when we create them. And they hate us for it.

"Now My Childe, we plot Horus's downfall. Soon we will take back Egypt from him. And when that is done, I will sleep until my return is needed. Which is why the Setites must carry on the Jyhad with the Third Generation, though they lessen over time." Seth's Sire finished.

"Master, if we are at War with all Third Generation. . ." Seth looked up at his Master, not wanting to finish that statement.

"Then why are you to lead the Setites in my wake?" Seth nodded and his master answered simply, "In due time I will tell you, but not yet, it is too soon my Childe." The Sire stood, stretching languidly. "As for now, I have heard rumors of Malkavians in the area."

"Malkavians. . ?" Seth question, tasting the word, the look on his face stating he didn't like it. He had heard the name vaguely, in connection with Rome, but had never heard more than that.

"They are the taint of vampire kind, I warn you against them." The Sire seemed most serious as he spoke. "They are Dangerous. They know things none should, secrets far older than any of the clans, or vampires themselves. Other clans are foolish to not heed their words, for when you listen you can hear the prophecy's they foresee. If any of the other clans cared to listen then this they too would know of. Be warned, though they are the lunatic of our kind and considered the most dangerous, they are very sane in their own way, the price for their sight was their minds, the cursed blood to flow through their veins. Drink not of them, for Diablerie is forbidden in many clans. It's what we fight, the right to not be eaten alive. Many Vampires are hungry like that, hungry for the blood of their betters and know not the power held in the blood they take."

"Yes Master, but if I heard rumor correctly, do not the Malkavians pit Rome against us, with the aid of the Ventrue?" Seth asked and his Sire nodded with a dark chuckle.

"Indeed they do, But we have carefully laid plans to set them against our foes. Fear not, I will not let Rome have Egypt." He smiled, then motioned with his head. "The night is young, so are you. Let us find something like worthy food to sate our pallets tonight."

"It's sounds like fun." Seth said as he rose from his seat. His master had taught him transformation, and being a bat was kind of fun, flying about. And with his own Shadow powers he was indeed powerful. He could summon great beasts to fight his battles in the Jyhad, the ancient blood war of all Vampires. But as of late, the Pharaoh has become suspicious of his Nocturnal activities, and his daily disappearances.

They landed near the Nile, turning back into their human forms. They weren't far from the city, so they could walk there. Taking their time, the closer to the city they got, the more people they encountered. As it stood the Pharaoh was having a celebration of music and life. In the next few weeks it would be the time for the flood and they were joyous. As they entered the party area Seth was greeted as according to his station.

"Seth!" A proud voice called out over the sounds of festivities and people quieted down. The Pharaoh had called to an errant priest. Seth bowed, greeting the Pharaoh formally. Even Seth's nameless Sire bowed. Pharaoh Yami spoke as he approached the two. "Where have you been? Your father seeks you, you have been neglect in your duties as a Priest Seth."

There was a hush around them, people looking between Priest and Pharaoh. Then Seth's Sire gasped in shock. "My Pharaoh, a thousand apologies! I didn't mean to steal him from you for so long. We got into conversations, and chatting about the gods and their histories and the stories. He's so intelligent my Pharaoh, no wonder you are angered by his absence!"

"Who are you?" Yami turned his blood red gaze on the raven haired man. The man was exceptionally beautiful, even by the standards of most women.

"My name is Malkav, and you see. Well I'm not from around here. I came seeking knowledge and ran into your Priest here when he aided me. We got to talking, and he's been so helpful." Seth's Sire lied through his teeth, choosing the name for the lineage of those who were insane. If any vampires were about, they would know he was lying, they would know he was powerful too. "For when I write my book on the history and stories of religions I wanted to hear it from the best. And the Priest here has been most informative. We've been sharing stories 'till late into the night and then I wake up to him praising Ra with his voice. Glory's I've denied you for so long my Pharaoh."

"It's quite alright, we were worried for him was all." Yami lied as he glanced around not wanting to make a scene. He glanced at Seth, who was looking as stoic as ever. "You, go see your father, he wishes to speak with you. You, let us talk and drink, I would hear the things you've heard." Yami spoke as the music started up again and people resumed their discussions. Seth bowed to Yami, taking off to find his father.

"Seth, there you are boy." An elder man with white hair and one eye made his way over to Seth. "Where in Ra's name have you been?"

"I've been talking with a man of history. We get lost in discussion and the telling of the stories we know." Seth responded to his father as the man came up to him, dragging him away from prying ears.

"I have feared for you, I do not see you in the mornings when we greet Ra. Have you forsaken you duties to the gods?" The man asked worriedly.

"No father, I have not." Seth smiled gently at the old man. "I still greet the Gods as is proper. Though I have been visiting with Malkav, who is enlightening on the ways of the world. Fear not father, for it is knowledge I seek, nothing dangerous."

"Knowledge is most dangerous. Be careful is all I ask and visit more often." The white haired man smiled from behind his beard. "Would you grace the gods with your voice this night, let us hear you sing the hymns of Ra and Hathor to grant us a great farming after the flood."

"I would be honoured Father, but truth be told, I'm not exactly presentable to the gods at this moment." Seth returned with a small look of embarrassment. Leave it to his father to make sense though. . .

"None sense, It's just garb, Do you think the farmers get as dressed up as we to pay homage? I think not." His father dragged him over to the make shift alter that was set up for the prayer that would commence soon. Seth and his Father preparing the sacrifice and other offerings to the gods.

Seth's Sire stood aside, watching Seth closely, hoping the young one would be able to handle fresh blood without risking a frenzy. As it stood the young Vampire had yet to eat and though he was not starved for blood, there was a risk. "Is all well Malkav?"

"Of course!" The Vampire Sire turned his attention from the preparations to face Yami. "I just find it, please don't take this wrong way, Different that sacrifices are made. But in a way it makes sense."

"Could you explain?" Yami asked as he sipped from his wine cup, noticing that Malkav had barely touch his own drink. Suddenly Malkav, as if reading Yami's thoughts, took a long swig.

"Forgive me, I don't handle sacrifices well. But as I was saying," The vampire continued, the wine making him feel a little ill. "One death for so much life. I would think you would have to sacrifice hundreds of sheep and offer much more. But the gods are benevolent to us mortals."

"Very true, the gods grace us more than we grace them." Yami replied sadly as he sipped his wine. "If we could offer them more it would indeed seem fair, but they must realize that the people must come first, and for that we give what we can."

"Agreed." The Vampire Elder murmured as Seth started the ritual, his voice more beautiful than his Sire had heard. The High Priest wasn't as bedecked out as the rest of the clergy, but his voice and beauty made up for that. The singing continued, making the Vampires, both Seth and his Sire feel sick. They both shook it off, Seth only doing so by his Sire's will as it was instilled upon him.

Finally it was time for the blade to take the life of the sheep. Seth raised the Athame, he would bring it down on the creatures heart and pierce the organ. He felt his fangs pulsing in his mouth, threatening to come out at the thought of fresh blood. 'Fear not my Childe, I will hold the Frenzy at bay while I can.'

Seth brought the blade down, fighting his own blood lust as he felt his master in his mind forcing him to stay calm. His aim was true, killing the sheep instantly as blood flowed freely, staining the once purely white fleece of the animal. Seth was panting slightly, but he was strangely calm, mostly due to his master. He finished the ritual, offering an extra Hymn to Hathor for her fertility.

With it all done, and once again under control, Seth stepped down from the alter. He smiled with closed lips, his fangs hidden as they had come out at some point in time at the smell of blood. He met back up with his master, the two stating they were going to go discuss the benefits of sacrifices. Yami allowed the two to leave and Seth and his Sire left for a languid stroll along the Nile. The Elder being loud enough for awhile about sacrifices and asking all sorts of questions Seth gave brief answers to, keeping up appearances.

"For such a young Vampire, you have a strong lust with a strong will." The man spoke once they were out of range of most the other humans.

"I didn't think it would be possible to do it without your aid." Seth murmured as they walked into the city. People were about, no one of a really noteworthy linage.

"In time you will be able to control yourself, and when the time comes you will aid your childe as I have you." The Elder commented as they turned down a dark street. There wasn't much in the city. "The hunt is on now my childe, let us find prey worthy to drink of." Seth nodded and followed his master, his hunting skills having increased. They didn't want to draw attention to themselves so most of the time the Elder Vampire fore went feeding, allowing Seth to have his fill. Still the Elder had to feed every few days and they did so. Seth wasn't ready to attempt starving himself yet and his Sire would not hear of him doing it.