Jonathon Adain Imperiale

The Darkness of the Crimson Flood

I The Past

-Due to time constrants ..which I'm deeply sorry for.. these are going to be shorter and shorter.-

Darkness wasn't always darkness. He was kind once, soft of voice and hand. He was 27 when he was brought over to the darker side of things. His sire was a faceless person in the night. He never understood why he was sired, only that he was. He was very vengeful. His mother had gotten sick and died, or so had said his father. Darkness suspected his father had killed his mother, or at least, did something to her because he remarried a woman who was constantly telling him she wasn't his mother, rather, he was some witch's son his father had found.

When he was sired, his built up rage slammed out against anything and anyone he found. He went to ireland, and was probably one of the reasons people remember 'werewolves'. His memory was foggy for about a hundred or so years.. and then. nothing. Nothing. Until one day a princess woke him from his sleep like teh age old fairy tale. Only her kiss held blood and it dripped into him, slowly filling up a gap he didn't know he had. --Yes darkness is blood bonded to Astra.. collect your gasps now.-- She offered him the world this dark haired goddess.

He helpped her rip the secrets of how to change her apperance. She had a mother who she didn't want to look like. She told him her past, the secrets she never uttered to anyone. He was her loyal pet, and the shadows she ran to when it got to hard. He kept her company even when she gained her sister, who aptly adopted the name Sissy. They ran with the dark things, never afilliated with any sect, any group except eachother.

He even was helped to prevent getting more flaws. Already he was more wolf than man with shaggy, wilded, tangled black hair. Tan skin that couldn't even fade past the siring, Deep chocolate brown eyes that looked like the very pits of sorrow and hell. Furred and tuffed ears blessedly hidden most of the time with in his hair. But the biggest thing taht was a hinderance was the wolf paws he had for feet. In fact, even his legs looked a 'bit' different and more wolf like. To cover these failings, for he wanted to be a perfect mate for this princess of now silver, he wore long black robes belted with a crimson sash and a deep cloak of black. He became her shadow. He sired with in that time, a lad named Gavin. He taught Gavin everything he knew to protect Prophet, Astral's only daughter.

He only did what he thought was right. Training Gavin in the ways of war, of killing within the shadows. Of course, Sissy was of imaculate help in those areas, for she was truely an asssain of the night. He loved his son, his partner, and one day he fancied, his mate, and their family.. and yes.. he loved Astral's daughter like his own. Prophet and Gavin were their generation of the future.

Desiding the old world was to boring, they all desided to journey to the new world. It was his idea, oh irony of it all, that they take the church for their own. He had never had a healthy disrespect for the church. He did now, but no tthen. Then he thought he was invincible, that he could protect his family with every ounce of his power and never would he loose them all.

But he did. They were in their fifth day of occupying the temple. The last priest was left, and his childe was outside burning crosses with Sissy. Astral didn't like crosses, and hell who was he to argue with his queen of ice? He was filing his claws at her feet, eyes watching his sister frown and mutter under her breath. The twins, who she had sired were playing patty cake and obvious to it all. They should of been on their way a night ago, only Astral who sat above them all wearing white like the virgin she was, blood splattered against it and her pale translucant skin. He sniffed the air. Something new, was that lavender he smelled? He straightened and then got to his feet in one fluid motion. "Someone's here." Postive now, he growled out the words, motioning a claw, ditching the knife he had been using to file his nails with to one end of hte room. "Twins Up. Stop screwing with the old freak."

That was all he got out as Sissy plunged the room into silence. He moved to guard Astra's front only to be 'pushed' by invisble hands against the wall. Suddenly, his true mortality struck him. he whirled on his toes to thwack a man. A priest. in the face, leaving lines of crimson down his face. He licked his claw and lept to attack. Invisible things kept grabbing him. All the sudden the world was loud with sound again, and the momentary distraction sent him spinning inot a wall from a blow invisble to him. He saw sissy then staked. He reached out desperately to Astral. His goddess would give him strength. Then he was but a helpless watcher, until they killed him too.

He watched his goddess cry over their losses. Nathianel was the only one in his eyesight that they killed. He never was to know what became of the twins or Gavin. Ashe too was amung the people out of his eyesight. Then his goddess went stiff, like someone shoved her into ice water and forgot both ice and water. He listened with terror as they discribed her punishment. They were going to kill them all, and leave her helpless? He struggled in vein against the stake in his flesh.

He could do nothing as she vanished and three silent attackers drove the priests bodies to the floor. He saw a glimpse of wings, dark wings that didnt sound human or animal. He tried to pierce the veil of darkness quickly inclosing his eyes, but he couldn't he just watched helplessly as they tore closer to his little princess... a babe now..

Only then this woman appeared. She had long blue black hair and golden eyes. How odd, was she a realtive of his turned kindred? she had his features in some ways.. the same tilt of the chin. Did he sire a child and not remember it? A little sister prehaps? that he didn't remember? He searched his memory. It was only when she spoke that she came rushing back to his senses. Herbs, to many to count, had once clung to her clothes, her eyes and hair had been different colors.. but it was her.. His mother.. Words washed over him as she clutched him to her bosom.

In the weeks to come, he growled at her. He could never bring himself to kill her and her friends... He would wait until they were away from the cradle and he'd go to his princess, picking her up and singing her songs of the deeds they had once done. Of hte love he shared with her. He nursed his packmates back to health. Prophet, though she had lead an older mortal life of 36 years, still was but a babe to their years. He held her close everynight when they mourned the pack not with them.

He never shed tears for Gavin. He held faith that he had not met the sun. Surely for Prophet had said they split up before the priests had found them. Part of him knew though, that Gavin would never have left his princess, just as Darkness could of not left Astra. He watched Sissy seal her lips, never to utter out that beautiful haunting voice of hers again. She mourned for her boys like none other. She refused to speak and only drank from his wrist or Prophets. Only pack would do. Together, the three of them looked over their Princess, never letting her come to harm. Protecting her from small worries.

Kali weaseled his way into his heart. Slowly, but surely, they all became a family. Their common tie? The small babe that cooed and smiled at just about everyone who came their way. He changed the deed telling to fairy tales about princesses and princes who got married an lived happily ever after. Sissy too could be caught whispering stories of her boys. They all silently desided to leave the killing and the blood out of it. After all, she was mortal now, and until she came of age, none of them would entertain thoughts of showing her who she truelly was.

It came as a blow when Myste, her true blood mother, ripped the four year old from their arms and took her into hiding. Darkness could see the logic, but that didn't ease any of the hurt that he nursed. He took the other two to a hiding spot to await her awakening. He'd feel it.. even though daily their blood bond was weaker and weaker yet. The hole that she had filled now emptied out and left him hungry for her love and attention. He couldn't bare it anymore. So he hid away with the other two..

When his queen woke him, it was years past.. She was kindred again, but young.. and her innocence shown in her eyes like small voilet lanterns. Her hair had remained silver through it all, and reached not the floor like it used to, but to mid-waist and kept in practical ways. She spoke of motorcycles and computers.. Sissy just scoffed and Prophet was mildly curious.. but Darkenss's heart lept and threatened to over shadow everything she spoke. She was in love with someone else. A man named Jakuu. He had nothing to this man who stolen this new girls heart.

But he knew his lady was under that flesh somewhere, so he followed her. After contacting Raz, they heard about a small.. problem. When they went to investiagte they found a blood thirsty warrior out of his time period. Landers never did make the jump to the 2000 centery.. hell he was mostly stuck in the 1800s.. but They took him in and slowly working him toward the new age with their own learnings.

Astra lead them once more. Of course, she was different, with more ideals.. And more pain, she spoke only of her Grandsire and foster mother with fondess. Of her foster father and brother, she spoke very little except with bitterness. He followed her everywhere, and was there when she lost Jakuu.

Now he follows her even though he knows there is another.. This.. Angelus De'Luvia. that threatens his lady's heart.. But she loves him.. an slowly, Darkness begins to understand why.. and he may even be begining to admire this man for his talent in putting Astra's foot in her mouth on an almost daily basis.

II The Character

<-- Older centery Picture.. heh.. ) Darkness is about 6'3" and 140 lbs. He has long hair that goes to about his waist and covers both deep brown eyes and wolfy ears. He has wolfy feet (Basicly he's "walking on his toes" all the time) and if his shoes are off, it's pretty obvious that they are paws. (He wears special boots that make him 'look' right.. but he has a slight limp to his walk. He has really long finger nails (about 3 inches) and they curve in. (these are 'not' claws, but rather, are just really long fingernails. They are painted black. He usually wears turtle necks and jeans, even if the jeans tend to be a bit on the large side to cover the slightly different ways his knees bend. (Again, more dog/wolf like as opposed to human) Under his teeshirt, not only are his ribs bound, but some of his chest almost to his neck. This bandage binds his wings most painfully to his pack. Yes. He has wings, pretty butterfly wings... utterly useless... Myste kept saying she'd change em back.. never did before she went insane...  and that's why are they tied... that and because he's already a walking breech of the masqurade n we try not to make it worse. I'm sure if he were real and I god, that he'd thank me just for not giving him a tail too. (Which, btw, he doesn't have.. a tail that is..) and tan skin..

His Screen name for Posting and RPing is with the others of : TheCrimsonFlood

III The Pack -speical tidbits.-

- Darkness is the second in command, he follows Astra around and even if they aren't offically Sabbat anymore, old habits die hard with their group. He tends to lean to the quiet side 'most' of the time, but recently, has started being a smart arse in the worst of situations... Hopefully he will learn to curb this new freedom before it truely gets him into trouble.

While Darkness' mother, Kali, is his mother by blood, she is also his sire when it comes to being a Baali. He follows her as closely as possible to seal the gap he lost when he was a child. As a result, he is unnaturally fond of his mother, who he also seems to look at like a big sister.  He also has a younger sister named Edana. She's his thorn in his side, even worse now that she's starting to rebell again for her child-like body.