The Call [Enlightened]

[kiya]

It was a big day for her kin and blood. The female priestess of an organization so old that not even the most ancient of the Vampires or Lycans would know of them. These were the forgotten peoples, the ones lost in the sands of time that have finally crawled into the present. To be out in a desert so dangerously close to high tide was fine for the woman Known as Kiya Khepri. She was a different Kind of woman, the kind you wouldn't want to be around no matter how tempting. Manipulative, Cunning, those are only a few words that some people use to describe the woman when shes out on a mission, and shes out on a mission now. This was the only truly safe location here outside of Noctum because she wasnt ready for her cult to be discovered, not yet at least. Kiya was the High Priestess of the Occult known as "The Enlightened Ones" She and the rest of her cult were here to cleanse the area of those annoying scum of the earth. Vampires, Lycans, all of them. Humans however would be spared, seeing as they were their only food source.

The sun was blistering down on the desert sands as she took up residence on a rock, how she didn't burn her butt sitting on the rock was something that only you could imagine how she accomplished. But the woman wasnt here to play around and make sandcastles. This was a last ditch meeting with the higherups in their cult to go over their plans in detail. The woman smirked cruelly, the fact that these infidels dare betray the ultimate god Kaladun, and excite the wrath of her race was something not many beings could do. However the fact that she was dealing with idiots whom disrespected their god and spat on his image all the time. Mercy was something that would not be tolerated. All of them, male, female, all of them would become slaves in some right to the leads of the vampires, Lycans and the many other races. She smirked, there was one vampire that was her personal little puppet whom seemed to have tried to betray her. Little naive Molly would be in quite a bit of pain soon for the betrayal she had made.

Then Again the Puppet didn't even know the puppeteer. But that was fine, the vampiress wouldn't survive the night if she had her way. Kiya waited and yawned. The Members of her cult were dragging their asses today. She wondered if they were big enough idiots to miss her rather blatant to them, trail of insignias of their cult to her location. The Sorceress smiled and held a small ball of energy inside of her hand. It was basic arcane magic that she was performing. Taking the life of the plants and animals around her to fuel her own metabolism and energy. The energy kept her awake as the sun turned the sky a familiar blood red. The blood red sky reminded her of the sunsets back home in Egypt, where they once ruled with an Iron fist really and truly. The smile returned as she reflected on the glory days of her kind and how feared they once were. The fact that even the mightiest vampire elder would tremble at the feet of their kind said something, as they were monsters that parents would tell their children about before they went to bed. They were the legends of eld that told of the tyranny and destruction of great civilizations.

Her kind would have its time in the sun once more, she had heard that the leader of the local vampire coven was only 90 years old. That was a laughable age to call be calling someone a coven leader. Even her little puppet knew that, and she tried to warn the ignorant child of what was to come, to only be called a Lycan Sympathizer. She laughed inwardly at the irony of the situation as she waited. Her Amber eyes falling upon the horizon, waiting for her cult members to arrive. "Those lazy asses better get here soon. They're all dragging their asses today, che- I should have them all flogged for their laziness here." He tone was a cruel one as the blood red sky dyed everything below it a faint tinge of red. How she loved the deserts and their rather beautifully bloody sunsets. There would be a quite literal meaning to that later on, that was for sure. After all a City chock full of humans and infidels would not last long. Not against the wrath of her kind, the wrath of the ones whom were forgotten by all the books and races. Her kind would show them true horror.

[darius]

What a day to be called into a meeting. Not that it mattered to Darius, it only meant that his fun was coming soon. The thought of a war made a small chill go down his spine, a twitch at the edge of his lips that could have been a smile. Darius was emotionless, though. He would never let such things be shown and when others were around him he expected them to hold back theirs as well. Emotions were weakness to him and he would not be seen as weak. The general couldn't allow others to see him that way. They would fear him, hate him. He wanted them to want him dead. The people would, too. The cult would make sure of that. So long he had waited to take up his place once more as the general. It had been a long, long rest. Now he was hungry for violence and he knew he would get that soon. The High Priestess was calling the little clan together. Well, he could not disrespect that now could he?

Of course, he was quite pleased to see that the little meeting would be held in a desert. What an appropriate place. It reminded him of Egypt and oh how he missed his home. His green eyes peered towards the sun for a moment, feeling the heat on his back. When night came around the desert would be a cold place. Strange how that worked, one of the hottest places you could be would turned cold when the sun went away. It didn't matter, though. It was still warm at the moment and he was enjoying it as he made his way through the desert. Fancy having a desert in a place like this. Yes, he was quite pleased. Not that he really had a choice in where he was going, it was the High Priestess who decided the place they would be called to. Not him. He didn't have a say over that, though he was quite happy to have control over a little piece of all this.

He could hear Kiya talking to herself nearby. How strange. She was angry because they were not there yet and he found himself laughing a bit. Still, he was emotionless. A small laugh that held nothing behind it. No amusement, nothing. An empty sound. The pretty man was silent now as he came upon her, both hands shoved into his black jacket pocket. Perhaps it was a bit strange of him to wear black to a desert where the sun was shining so harshly. The sun was going down now, though, so it wasn't as hot. Still, black attracted the sun so it was obvious that he would be a bit hotter here than usual. It didn't bother him any, though. Even if the man was a little bit of a water creature. Speaking of water, high tide was soon it seemed. Ah, well. Kiya didn't seem to mind and so it didn't bother him either. He continued his walking silently until he came upon the High Priestess.

He nodded his head to her and stopped before her. "Remind you of home?" he asked, green eyes looking over the land before returning to her. That was the only thing he would say unless she responded with something that asked for more words. He preffered to be the silent man during a meeting and listen in, only offering his words when he thought it appropriate. Still, if something was demanded from him he would give it. His eyes would remain emotionless but anyone who knew General Darius would know how excited he was to get things going. There was never another man who longed to kill more than Darius. Not that he had met, anyway. He wasn't the psychotic type of killer, either. He preffered to be calm and distant when making his kills and perhaps that was worse than having a psycho kill you. The fact that he seemed to feel nothing when he took the life of someone. Like he didn't even know he was doing it. Inside, though, was a different story.

[ra]

For millennia they had slept, and for millennia they had waited. For so long had they stayed even deeper than the shadows, waiting until the time was ripe to once again resurface and restore to the world and to them what used to be, and ought to be again. Now, that time had come, and the Ancient and Enlightened Mysterious Race, so old they had forgotten their own name in the mortal world, was slowly beginning to awaken. First, the High Priest and High Priestess had arisen from their slumber, in a pyramid located deep below the Nile River in Egypt, hidden away from the world. The only explanation for their awakening was that the god and goddess their Cult so revered had decided it was time for them to wake from their slumber. Amun and Kiya resurfaced from the Nile for the first time in thousands of years, seeing a world far different than it had been when they left it. Preying upon a farmer's family nestled along the banks of the river, the High Priest and High Priestess used the energy to assume new human forms as they began awakening the rest of their brood.

Now, most of the Enlightened had been awoken and alerted that things were changing quickly. Amun, through communication with the god, had determined that the new center of otherworldly activity was a town in the new world, Noctum City, and no longer Egypt. This meant that their precious clan would have to relocate from the Nile to this new place, in this new world, where they would begin their quest for supremacy once more. Amun went on to continue awakening the other Enlightened and also drawing some new blood into the Cult of worship, while Kiya set on settling things in their new settings, pulling some strings to prepare Noctum for their arrival. The time had come, now, for them arrive, and Kiya had ordered the clan to assemble. Amun was on his way after performing a ritualistic sacrifice to Kaldun.

In this desert on the outskirts of town, only a few dozen meters from where the General Darius now approached the High Priestess, the crackle of energy could be heard as the sands there began to whip up in a circular motion, displacing a good chunk of it and create what seemed to be a hole in the ground. From that hole, a well of water appeared, gushing out from the earth in the middle of this desert land. Out from the well sprung the form of a handsome man, nude as he had just finished transforming from his native form. He landed in the dirt on his hands and knees, as if prostrated in deference to the gods. Beneath him, the water recede back into its earthly hole and vanished, no trace of its presence there being left except for the drips rolling down the back of Amun Khayman, High Priest of the Enlightened.

Of the Enlightened, Amun Khayman was the most powerful among their males, and the closest to the great god they all worshipped, speaking directly on his behalf. He had chosen this human form for no particular reason other than it appealed to him at the time and would fit in well; he could adopt any form he so chose at will, after all. He looked up, his eyes peering around as he stood and stretched. Turning around, he picked up a staff from the ground that had come up with him, and clutched it in his hand. A sort of black mist briefly encircled his body, leaving a silken loincloth around his waist and a golden pendant around his neck, a few gold bands also appearing around his muscled arms. He knew he would have to adopt more traditional clothing in the city, but amongst his clan he would dress as he was used to.

Amun approached Kiya and Darius, his face, which looked to be chiseled from stone, unreadable, revealing none of his thoughts. The High Priest first went to his High Priestess, taking her hand as he offered her a half bow and kissed it out of respect, before stepping back and glancing at the two of them. "I had thought more would be here by now," said Amun, waving his hand and causing the sand beneath him to quiver and rise, forming into a stone chair beneath him. He sat down, pale eyes glancing up at the sky for a moment before traveling across the horizon to where Noctum City sat in the distance. Soon it would belong to them, and all would know the true power of the gods. Vampires and Lycans, the pets that had betrayed them, would be eliminated. The Angels and Demons, arrogant as ever, would learn their proper place was in their realms of Heaven and Hell; the Earth belonged to the Enlightened. And the humans... they would once more serve and feed their proper masters.

[nyla]

There had been a call from the High Ones. They spoke for the god, for they were closest to him, and thus any calling by the High Ones would surely be of great importance. It had been a long time since last she had been awake. In a temporary dormant state, she had receded from the earth until the time when they would rise and rule again. She hadn’t known when that would be, but she had seen a very short, confused vision one night during a ritual for the god, Kaldun. Perhaps this was related somehow. That would be a great comfort for her, for she had been waiting for a time when she could show the power of their kind and the power of their god to the world once more.

Rising from the waters of the Nile, where she had been resting for many, many years, a strange form manifested; the yellowish body was definitely female, undefined except in silhouette and nude. The head was that of a yellow frog, the eyes a brilliant and shining electric blue. There was the faint mark of a spiral on the head. For a moment, the ancient being looked around, studying the surroundings. Here, very few things seemed to have changed, but she could feel that it in reality had changed. There was something different about the makeup of the air, about the way the earth smelled, the water moved. And yet, she was still there, unchanged in form or in power. This was a good sign. Slowly, the being morphed, first losing substance and falling back into the Nile, and then taking a solid form once more.

This form appeared more human, better for the first reveal to humans, better to fit in for now. Her hair was soft and golden, falling about her in classic curls. The perfect almond shaped eyes which stared at the horizon before her were the same electric blue, glowing by some source within. Her skin, unlike that of one who has been in the sun, was pale. She resembled something of the Greek lineage, perhaps in tribute to those who thought they had conquered Egypt and who assumed rolls of the pharaohs. In that ancient style, she wore a feminine dress of white, with perfect folds falling about her lean but muscled form. The garb was what may be called a chiton. Indeed she looked fit for a goddess to be worshipped by humans. That was what she enjoyed; she enjoyed being treated like a goddess, for they ruled the lands like what the humans thought were deities. They didn’t know what the real deities were like. She knew. And she respected them more than anything. That was why she answered the call of the High Ones, who spoke for Kaldun, her god.





She had made her way with great speed toward the place that was called Noctum City. That was where they were to meet, apparently, but not within the main city, yet. They were meeting on the outskirts, in the desert. As soon as she could, she had tried to meet the High Ones, perhaps arriving a bit late due to her late awakening and the distance at which she was. But now she was here, and she could answer the call with honor. She looked about her, taking in the environment of the desert. Here, the earth seemed not as soft as were the sands in Egypt, but still beautiful to her nonetheless. The same dry barren land, scattered with the dark cactus shrubberies. She wondered momentarily how much the humans had progressed, but it didn’t matter how much they had progressed in the end. The Enlightened Ones would still rule again. She realized, then, that she recognized this area as one of the brief images of her confused vision. She felt suddenly at home, comforted by the confirming of the fact that this was the day Kaldun had planned for them. She could sense some others to her right and turned, swiftly making her way toward the presences.

There were only three others there; the High Ones: Kiya and Amun, and the gereral Darius. Upon approaching the High Ones, she bowed, kneeling on one knee and lifting a hand to her brow. “Greetings, High Ones,” she said formally, her voice strange and phantasmal. She rose, nodding to each of them in further acknowledgement. Her gaze lingered on Amun for a moment longer, who sat on a throne he had no doubt manifested himself. It was difficult to tell what were in those bright, blue eyes. Whatever it was, she had hid it well. She turned and nodded to Darius. "Darius. It's been a while." Her greetings to them all were short, but necessary. She returned her gaze to Kiya and Amun, but then looked at them all. “Today, Kaldun writes us back into the histories of man as we take back what is ours.”

[Deleted]

The call had been sent for them at high noon. The ones that knew all that there was to know had arisen and the time to claim what was their's had come. With a smile on her lips and a new step in her gait, Tabia Sagria Rahotep made her way to her High Priest and Priestess. So long ago that they had been asleep, that Tabia had forgotten how man-kind loved to change the way the earth grew and its nature had become something of a dumb state of mind. The waters were filth much to her distgust and it would not go unnoticed. Tabia was ready for the Englightened to restore the old regime, to take back what was rightfully the Gods, and restore its orginial beauty to them. But so long they had slept! So long that Tabia was not sure what the time period was, nor did she care honestly. What she hungered for was not knowledge of this stupid race, but of her High Ones, of her family that she knew so intimately. And it was time to stretch these old bones and do what she was born to do for the High Ones.

Manifesting herself into a near mist, her form billowed out as the frog-like face distorted itself into a near blob for a few seconds. A nose began to appear out of the confusion, along with more distinct features such as a woman's full mouth, high brows, and eyes that dared anyone to look closer. This was her human form and she was rather fond of this woman she chose to be. Hair as black as night fell down to her waist in soft waves, her carmel skin sunkissed until it glowed, her eyes a serious contrast at the moment because they were a pale seagreen until the color was swallowed by a near golden chocolate. Standing at a good height, her figure would draw the eye of all men, and even many women, as she stepped from her pool of water and drapped herself in a black chiton. Running her fingers through her hair, she smiled gently at the high sun, bowing her head in acknowledgment of her namesake. She looked just as she did a millinea ago, the perfect Sun Priestess.

Tabia had come to Noctum City to only wrinkle her nose in disgust. How dare they make such a sewage of this land, this place. It was a glorious thing that they did not have to actually meet in that pit of filth. The thoughts of seeing a desert again had her a little homesick and smiling. Fresh air and sand would be there along with her people. Tabia knew that she was one of the last and it was always so with her. She had traveled far enough to be the last and it had never bothered anyone that she was. Today might be the day that the High Priest and Priestess told her it was to be the last time she showed up late though. Scanning the horizon, Tabia found that this desert was not as beautiful as the ones of home, but similar. She scorned it for a moment, then decided that she had wasted too much time comparing this land to her homeland. Her mind drifted for a moment and she found them easily.

Four had arrived on time it seemed. The High Ones, General Darius, and Nyla. She, of course, being the last and latest out of all of them. Stooping down until she was on her knees, she bowed deeply and brushed her fingers to her lips and forehead in honor of her High Ones. "May Ra shine upon you," she spoke softly, but with a rich voice of Egypt. Rising up to her full height, she beamed and nodded to Nyla and Darius. This was their time, the time they would come to rule again. "It is a good day to make that history happen, Nyla. Especially when the Gods are willing it so." A brow perked and a faint glimmer in Tabia's eyes told the other Priestess that she too knew of the signs, but knew that only Nyla had seen them herself this time.