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       #Post#: 343861--------------------------------------------------
       The Vic Mortiz's of Mi'cux
       By: Gazini Date: June 11, 2013, 2:34 pm
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       The world of Mi'cux was an interesting planet. This planet was
       almost identical to the one we know as earth. The biggest
       difference was this world was built on peace, not terror. Many
       of kind people lived here; many who would easily help out any
       being. The inhabitants of this world were human, but without the
       negative feelings that their counter parts would have on earth.
       People of earth would call this place heaven. There has never
       been war, never a weapon made, never a single sinful thought.
       This world of Mi'cux was built on love, peace, and serenity. Why
       anyone would want to disturb this planet would dumbfound any
       race of aliens, humans, etc.... However, there was one creature
       that had no compassion for any life. He was formally the Blood
       God of Earth, he renounced his godhood and became something far
       worse. Now without the benefit of Blood Kingdom to fill his lust
       for blood, he would kill ruthlessly again. Always empty, always
       starving, Always tortured. This being only thought of his own
       passion of draining the life away from all he touched. He was
       known as Donald Vic Mortiz of the Red Fang. He use to be just a
       vampire at one point in time, but when he left earth, he became
       something far worse. He became true death to this new world.
       Most called him the red death, others called him a devil. But
       there were few that had predicted  his arrival.
       The name he was given in the prophecies was "The who brings
       pain." When the clerics and bishops grouped together, they would
       talk about sending a god of light after him. This, they thought,
       would bring Donald to the light and cause him to lose all of his
       evil. They thought this would cause Donald to become the
       protector of the world. This is what they hoped for at least,
       for they had no other way to stop Donald, or for what ever would
       come to the world next....
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       Donald came to be here.
       Donald had finally lost all love for his own family. A feat that
       Donald thought impossible. Abigail Hell, the goddess of Darkness
       couldn't satisfy his lust, nor his heart. Alabastor had grown to
       hate his father for his absence as not only as a dad, but in all
       ways possible. Alabastor found Donald and fought him, only to
       find what the true power of a Blood God was. What Alabastor
       didn't know is that Donald was giving his son knowledge of  what
       he can truly do with his powers. Donald finally had done his
       purpose as a father he thought and turned his back on earth. Now
       it was time for Donald to leave, and let his legacy Alabastor
       hold the god hood of Blood God, and let Donald completely become
       none existent to that world.
       It took a few years to release his bonds to the world, but when
       Donald felt the power of GodHood leave his veins, his throat
       burned from thirst. He became rabid and broke into a nunnery. He
       could feel the divine power of the nuns burn his skin as he
       drank their virgin blood in the house of their god. He would
       keep drinking as his skin went ablaze in a blue flame. Only when
       there was the bishop left. Donald stood in front of him, burning
       in this holy flame, eyes redder then ever. He smiled and pounced
       to the man, only to burst into dust. Donald had finally
       died............... or so he thought.
       The bishop fell to his knees and prayed for the beast. He
       grabbed the dust that Donald had turned into, lifted it above
       his head and showered in it. A beam of light exited from a cross
       onto the bishop cleansing him of the dust. The floor cleared,
       and the blood of the nuns were returned to them. The house of
       god completely cleaned out from the destruction of Donald as
       this beam of light and wind took the dust to the skies. The
       light shot out into the clouds and it began to rain pure water.
       The nuns and the bishop all fell to their knees out in the rain
       thanking their god. However, no one knew where Donald had been
       transported to.
       As the dust flew into Space, Donald had been at peace. There was
       no thirst in his heart, he was finally resting. The rest felt
       like eons of time had passed. When all of a sudden a blinding
       fire engulfed him. He was sent to burn in the middle of the
       biggest and brightest star. The torment was like nothing anyone
       could imagine. Donald's body was returned to him, as he
       literally heard God laugh at his pain. Thousands of years went
       on with Donald's body burning in the intense light. Donald only
       became angrier and angrier. After 5000 years Donald would summon
       up a strength that had scared even the omnipotent god of earth.
       Donald would completely blacken the brightest star in the
       multiverse and cause it to implode into his heart. Donald's eyes
       would turn golden as his skin would become pure white. His hair
       becoming Silver and flowing with power. His body filled with
       this cosmic energy, only to turn the brightest star into the
       darkest.  Donald finally had what he was missing. A beating
       heart.
       Donald would now just have to find other planets to devour
       completely. His heart not only a black hole, but the one place
       No god could look into. The one place that has no way to reach
       into. His heart would be known as the darkest place in all the
       multiverse. Darker then the abyss, darker then the bottomless
       pits of hell. Darker then the inside of black holes. The heart
       would pulsate with true hate, with the true dark energy known as
       "Moribus." This was to prove that not even divine Light would be
       able to even touch his skin. This caused his fangs to become
       something far greater then just canines of the deepest torture.
       However, they wouldn't be known about till it was time.
       Donald had drank whole planets dry, unsatisfied with the tastes
       of alien blood. He would have to travel to a far different place
       then earth, where all humans were pure. That is when his eyes
       drifted to Mi'cux. A world of Humans that knew no sin. The
       perfect place to corrupt from any form of God. Donald would land
       on its surface genitally. He would start very slow for he would
       enjoy this greatly. He would wait to find his first victim until
       he was completely starving so he could show them true terror.
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       Culture of Mi'Cux- everything is free in this world. It is known
       as the Planet of givers and saints. If you wanted a house, they
       would help you build your dream house. Etc.
       Food is all kosher and very delicious, everyone enjoys a feast
       at the town square, as well as having open stores to get food
       when ever you are hungry.
       The people are always friendly, and would give you their heart
       if it meant saving your life.
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       If asked to change your post, please do without complaints, This
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       that makes your story make sense.
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       If you want to join, you must tell me why, and what you want to
       do in the story, I have to be able to fit you in to the already
       premade story. Some roles are taken, they will come about on
       their own.
       enjoy =)
       #Post#: 343927--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Vic Mortiz's of Mi'cux
       By: Lealah Date: June 12, 2013, 1:02 am
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       ~The Creation of Azura~
       The hatred Alabastor was holding over his father had become too
       much for him to deal with. To even think that the same blood
       that flowed within his own body flowed within that creature. He
       spits on the ground stomping on it in frustration. "I curse you
       Donald! You left me and my mother alone! Now she is no longer
       with us, you left her broken. Now I will ruin the one thing you
       cherished above all else...your bloodline" with that Alabastor
       slashes both of his wrists normally this would have let all the
       blood flow from Alabastor. But he concentrated on a certain type
       of blood from within his body. The VicMortiz blood, the blood he
       hated. However something happened that Alabastor didn't expect.
       The blood started to form a new life, a woman who had the eyes
       of a completely different being. She unlike Alabastor seemed to
       be able comprehend the gift of the blood god. "Take this curse
       and use it for your own ends, I'll find my own strength. I don't
       need his strength I'll make my own" Alabastor walks away.
       ~Azura~
       The woman had been enjoying her life, collecting people she
       wanted to own. She had never met the man who gave her this
       strength. She'd been told he was an evil man by her creator, but
       she doubted this was true. The man had this much power  so he
       had to be a good person. She smiles and walks forward toward
       something that she didn't know. She was being called toward this
       place, although she doubted Donald was the one calling her. It
       was something far more ancient than the woman had ever met
       before. She grins and starts toward the planet where something
       ancient and powerful was calling to her.
       #Post#: 344213--------------------------------------------------
       Vinne Carpa "city of gold"
       By: Gazini Date: June 18, 2013, 1:59 pm
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       The Hunger grows; The lust builds; Donald's sanity breaking for
       just a drop of blood to touch his tongue. The sun blazing a
       crossed his pale skin like lava down a volcano. The vampire
       stood in the light to show his dominance over god. Vic Mortiz
       would listen to the world's quakes, and cries until he found the
       first big civilization. It was a city on this planet called
       Mi'Cux, the city of Gold, Vinne Carpa. In this town, the people
       were always gathered together to bask in the ambiance of the
       sunlight. To feel the energies of each person together, in full
       lively bliss. Donald couldn't resist. He would walk through the
       town, covered in a robe to hide his wings and claws. His golden
       eyes would scan the faces of all the pure-blooded, innocent,
       cattle that was called humans here. Donald watched the blood in
       each of the peoples veins flow like rivers; making his thirst
       almost unbearable. Donald would have to wait to find the royalty
       in this town however.
       The city clock would strike 12:00 p.m. unleashing a massive
       strike to a gong. Donald looked up to see the golden bell shake
       back and forth, admiring that the people had pride in their
       time. Donald would then notice the gathering of people around
       the Clock tower. From under the clock, a balcony stretched out
       slowly, and a Man covered in purple and gold walked out. He had
       a very define scepter that made Donald curious of who he was to
       these people. This would be Donald's moment. However, Vic Mortiz
       wouldn't just fly up there like a monster and just kill him. He
       wanted a true example. Donald would watch the people completely
       stop in what seemed to be marked places; all of them equally
       spaced in a grand sphere around the tower. Donald would enjoy
       this thoroughly, Shading himself into the shadows and
       disappearing completely from sight.
       " Good morning fellow followers of Hemus "Their God", Said the
       priest. " I have come with good news." The priest smiled real
       big and begun to shout in glory, " Hemus has sent us a sign of
       great fortune. Last night a commit was sighted falling into our
       planet, and a being walked out of it. This is a true sign that
       our God is watching over us in person now." The priest paused
       and looked over the crowds gleaming faces. " He has told me this
       tale in my dreams last night, A great king would come to save us
       and take us to paradise." He would go on and on about how this
       dream unfolded of the great cometh of the lord.....
       Donald appeared again just behind the priest, still in the
       shadows, and begun to laugh. He knew this ignorant being was
       talking about Donald Vic Mortiz. The Vampire stood there no
       longer, he would step out of the shadows with his robes dropped,
       showing his darkened armor and cape, hiding his wings and claws
       completely still. His golden eyes waiting to meet the priests.
       " A great king huh?" Said Donald in the deep Romanian voice of
       his.
       The priest would turn around to the odd accented person to meet
       Donald's gaze. He would smile for he was thrown off by the
       golden gaze. He dropped the scepter and bowed before Donald,
       lowing his eyes and clasping his hands.
       " Lord Hemus...... I had no idea you would be here already. I am
       sorry to shade you from your people." He would step to the side
       with eyes still lowered. A small bead of sweat dropped from the
       tip of the priests nose and made a clonk sound on the ground. He
       didn't know what the feeling was, but it was foreign to him when
       he saw this 'God'.
       Donald would grab the shoulder of the priest and bring him to
       his side, smiling. Donald looked down to the people and begun to
       spoke.
       "My followers........ I have just one thing to tell you all." He
       would turn his gaze to the priest and smile deviously. Making
       the priest have a cold chill like none other. He would start to
       circle the platform and priest before speaking again. " I am no
       Hemus, nor a god. I am something that God has no control over."
       The vampiric claw scrapped a crossed the priests robes, ripping
       them off completely, leaving the priest to look like a peasant
       like the rest. " I am what you call........." He would pause as
       his cloak began to shift into his wings, showing his true
       monstrous wingspan, " A devil." The priest stood there in shock,
       not even able to move to see what was behind him.
       "A...a..... Devil?" The priest would be looking straight forward
       just speaking loud enough for Donald to hear.
       Donald would press his chest against the back of the priest, as
       he would place one claw just under the priest's chin. he would
       look to the crowd and whisper into the ear of the priest.
       "You will be the first of many to feel what true fear is. The
       feeling of your body burning as every drop of blood leaves you.
       You will become my food just like all the vermin down there.
       Welcome to darkness."
       Donald would wrap his wings around the priests shoulders and
       crush him into himself. Then, Donald would bend his head back to
       let his fangs shine brightly in the sun, turning the light from
       the blazing star crimson. With a mighty thrust down, the crowd
       heard the neck of priest snap. The crowd began to scream,
       watching the golden eyes of Donald stuck on all of them as he
       drained their priest of his blood. The agonizing screams of the
       priest would echo through the city completely, only to drop into
       dead silence. Donald would laugh in a satanic glee, watching the
       humans run to their houses and never looking back. Donald would
       fly out of the town with one simple mark.
       He had left the priest stuck to the clock. He had been crucified
       and marked with the rune of Vic Mortiz. Showing that Donald had
       claimed the city in the name of darkness. When the first
       villager came out of their home, they would notice the priest
       first, and the sun had dimmed on their town. This was just the
       opening of what was to come. And thus the rumors about "The Red
       Death" had come about.
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       Re: The Vic Mortiz's of Mi'cux
       By: Lealah Date: June 19, 2013, 12:36 am
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       Calmly Azura smirks "So "he" has finally spilled blood...this
       makes getting there easier" her crimson eyes glisten against the
       night sky as she transports herself to him. The blood that
       spilled pooled around in a circular formation as Azura rises
       from it. The stench of fear was apparent. She grins before
       looking toward him. "You're nothing..." she says looking at the
       one who's blood was flowing in her veins.
       She walks down the street gently caressing the cheek of the
       people. "I don't know what you're doing having all these people
       gathered here...but it's pathetic." she lays down in the middle
       of the street bored. The one called "Donald" was hardly an
       entertaining thing. He was boring, and not good to look at
       either. "To think I was considering making you a part of my
       collection. Well I'm here now...might as well make the most of
       it." with that Azura walks away from Donald. In search of
       something worthy of adding to her collection.
       She knew she probably angered him, but what did she care. He
       wasn't at all good looking, she started to wonder what
       Alabastor's mother saw in him. "Maybe he looked gorgeous in his
       youth..." this seemed a reasonable thought. So she continued on
       her way until she came across a small book store. She knocks the
       door down and sits on a table looking around at the worn
       bindings on the books. Unlike her "father" Azura preferred to
       let people remain unaware of her presence. But since her
       "father" wanted things his way. She would allow him to carry on
       his spectacle...people who were afraid of their death made
       better snacks.
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       Re: The Vic Mortiz's of Mi'cux
       By: Gazini Date: June 19, 2013, 1:25 am
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       Donald smiled and looked to the girl who had so tryingly
       insulted him. He noticed his old blood stuck in this woman and
       he laughed. " So the girl thinks she is deserving of my
       attention just because she has my blood." He spat on the ground
       in front of her showing she was lower then him. " Too Cute. Be
       sure to ask anyone of my loins how I feel about them." He turned
       his back to her and out stretched his wings, flying off leaving
       the priest to hang.
       [[What happens after this slight meeting has already been
       said.]]
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       The first feeling.
       By: Gazini Date: June 20, 2013, 3:18 pm
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       Donald left that city be for sometime before he would return.
       The slight meeting of his past bloodline only made him realize
       how much purer he was comparatively. The vampire lordship only
       belong to himself he realized, and all of his past mistakes made
       sure to remind him not to create another. Love, a simple emotion
       felt by those who have mercy in their heart would never be apart
       of Donald again. His hate for his children only grew, not
       because they didn't like them, but they were failed experiments
       to his bloodline. He would chuckle to himself slightly, he
       wasn't the best bloodgod, since his own blood was tainted by
       another. Vic Mortiz would only be a name to himself that
       wouldn't mean a thing to others with it's title. He would start
       to speak his ancient tongue, a language his children would never
       know. It would be translated to this.
       "No matter who wears my name, the legend would only speak of
       me."
       Donald would look at the bright sun as it began to fall. He
       loved this part of the day, because it shown that when light
       dies down, darkness engulfs the land. The red fang would have to
       have more fun in the next town he went to. He felt the need to
       kill more people this time, now that word would be out about his
       name, he would have to bring the terror to a full town. As he
       flew, he wondered to himself if he should kill everyone, or
       leave the old to spread the word. His white hair flowing behind
       him gracefully as he flew, showing that he has himself seen true
       horror. His golden eyes brighter then any star. He would finally
       encounter his second village, this one much smaller. This was
       perfect.
       As Donald landed in the entrance to the town, he would spot 12
       guards all around the entrance. He had wondered if he would need
       to force himself in, or would they let him in. He walked up,
       covering his monstrous features in a cloak again. He would stop
       in front of the main arc to stare at the first guard who walked
       towards him. This guard looked like a man well in his 30's.
       Little rugged and weathered, but definitely a man worth taking
       to war. He was accompanied by  three other men. When the man
       spoke to Donald, He spoke with kindness, which only shown he had
       no idea what he was truly doing.
       "Hello Kind sir, do you need a place to stay? We have word of a
       demon in the area, but who believes in that kind of stuff?" said
       the guard. The other three smiled and bowed in respect. Donald
       admired this kind of attention for he was true royalty, and
       finally felt it for the first time in thousands of years. Vic
       mortiz would smile and put his hands on the guard's shoulder who
       spoke to him. With a show of his fang, Donald would clasp the
       man's shoulders harshly and rip his arms off, throwing them to
       the ground. Donald would then act faster then the other men
       could even see. One man had his throat torn open from the front.
       The third to feel Donald's wrath would have his breastbone
       ripped out of his chest; only to have his heart removed before
       he knew it. The last had his leg torn off and was beaten to
       death with it.
       Donald would walk into the town whistling an old Babylonian
       tone, before he knew it, his skin would show a decrease in age.
       This didn't bother him, he just wondered if it was the amount of
       blood restoring his youth, or just his power coming back to him.
       He would enter house to house within moments of each other,
       screams echoed into the city, people appeared dead before others
       could be alerted by the noise. It only took Donald 10 minutes to
       drain a town of 1,400 people. He walked to the center of the
       town afterwards lining up the bodies to make a perfect "VM"
       emblem of his linage. Donald would again fly into the night,
       moving to his next town at a far greater pace. He felt like he
       used to when he was younger. Something had finally caused him to
       have a push in feeding again.
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       Re: The Vic Mortiz's of Mi'cux
       By: Avinity Ryaem Date: July 6, 2013, 5:28 pm
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       The epitome of kindness, purity, and selflessness; an angel
       amongst demons sent down to right all of the wrong they have
       done. Her kind, her species of blood draining monsters. She,
       however, was different. She gave life where others had so freely
       and remorselessly taken it. The people herald her as a gift from
       Hemus; salvation in it's purest form. Violence was never her
       answer; she always sought to do things differently and they
       always worked. A pacifist at heart, one who hated death and pain
       and suffering. Helena did her best to cure the pain of people
       around her. She has become raised to a higher authority and has
       become 'Queen' of the people. Clad in all white from her head
       down to her sandled feet, Helena moved from her palace to roam
       the lower quarters. The people there worshiped her as if she
       were a goddess; bringing good fortune and health to all who
       would approach in good graces. It revitalized her; made her feel
       whole to ease the weariness of the villagers. "Your dark clouds
       shall be forever lifted.." She spoke aloud and the people
       listened. They rejoiced in her words, kids danced around her
       while her stunning Heavenly blue eyes glinted with happiness and
       joy to see everyone so cheerful and happy.
       "Jenna.." She spoke as she knelled down slightly. Her palms
       gracing a cheeks of the little pale skinned girl; the tone
       almost as pale as Helena's own. "Where is your mother? Is she
       doing any better?" The little girl shook her head and pointed to
       the hut a few hundred feet down. "Her neck is still sick, Lady
       Helena.." "Hmm.." She thought to herself. Must have been a demon
       attack. "I'll help her.." She said with a smile and reassuring
       kiss to the girl's forehead. She stood up and traveled to the
       hut, the little girl in tow. As she approached, she closed the
       door behind her. "Shh. I'll be only a moment, Jenna. Stay out
       here.." She instructed the child who obediently listened.
       Kneeling beside the sleeping, feverish woman, Helena noticed
       that her neck was almost rotted due to infection. Quickly, she
       opened her mouth, crystal white fangs shooting from where they
       were nestled and quickly injecting into the infected wounds. She
       gripped the woman, who howled and screamed in pain; but only for
       a minute or two, as the pain quickly gave way to bliss and a
       pleasant sleep. "Mmm.." She groaned, licking her lips as she
       stood to her feet and headed out the room. "Listen, Jenna. Make
       sure she gets plenty of rest and warm soft food. She'll be
       better in no time!" She said, kissing Jenna's head and taking
       her leave to head back into her palace.
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       The End
       By: Gazini Date: July 10, 2013, 3:08 pm
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       -Donald uses the power he gained from the heart of darkness to
       spill the dark energy into the world. With such an energy the
       world decays and then dries. Leaving it a rock in space. Donald
       stood alone on the rock and punches it. Exploding the rock and
       then moving on to the next world and so on.- I will drain the
       universe with having no ties. - Donald goes on to destroy the
       multiverse one universe at a time, becoming the end of time
       incarnate.-
       THE END.
       Yup seriously just did that in my own story =)
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