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Deep in the darkest confines of the black Abyss, down in the pit of the Destroyer, a conversation between two evil figures was taking place. The smaller figure was a Black Elf, covered in a mantle and carrying a halberd on his back. The larger, more fearsome figure was a dark presence, filling the pit completely. He was the fallen archangel Apollyon, and he was now commanding his servant Apokalypsis to do his bidding.

Do not fail me, Apokalypsis. You are prepared, correct? the demon spoke, his voice encompassing the area.

"Yes, Master," the elf replied.

You know what to do; bring her to me; or rather, bring me to her. Go before me, and prepare the way. This is what you were made for, of course.

"Of course, Master," Apokalypsis said.

Perfect...go now, then. You will have my presence with you always...

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The moonlight faded and the forest grew dark. The nearby trees began to fade and die, their leaves turning from green to black before dropping off the branches. The darkness was focusing on a single spot in the middle of the forest, a cloud of blackness filling the air. From the asphyxiating dark mist appeared a figure, and as the black dust dissipated he could be seen clearly. The Black Elf stood tall and imposing, covered in his black mantle to protect him from what little moonlight there was. On his back was strapped a long black halberd, and from his presence came a sense of malevolence and pure evil.

Apokalypsis looked at the landscape around him, and although it was dark, Apokalypsis could see just as well as if it were noon. In fact, he could see much better at night, since the noon sunlight could blind him if he wasn't careful. All around him he saw the dying trees and grass. The atmosphere of death was an unavoidable side effect of the manifestation process; or if it was avoidable, neither Apokalypsis or his master cared to avoid it. He drew one of the battle axes from under his cloak and hacked it once into the nearest tree, deep into its trunk. He drained the energy from it and watched as the helpless tree blackened and shriveled to death, finally breaking when it was no longer able to support its own weight and falling over. Apokalypsis smirked and replaced the axe to his belt.

Ready to begin his mission, Apokalypsis began to trek through the forest, killing the thick undergrowth to blaze a trail. In his wake he left death, and before him gathered darkness. He knew the vampire was out here somewhere; his master was never wrong, and always manifested Apokalypsis in the correct location. He drew his halberd, in preparation. What Master wants, Master receives...

A loud crack broke the former silence, the eyes of the demoness known as Knives opening reluctantly as she gazed in the direction of the sound. Sighing softly, she leaned into the splintering trunk of the now dying tree. A presence was in this forest, menacing, yes, but not enough to scare her. Infact she remained indifferent, staying where she was. It was clear that it was looking for something, perhaps it was her this person was looking for. The stale air had retained the scent of death, causing the vampiric young woman to wrinkle her nose and huff out a few breaths to get used to the smell. It was a scent she was used to, but she hadn't had to deal with such a large amount of the smell in quite a while. Things had been tranquil lately, because it was the early weeks of her deprivation of blood, and she didn't have to worry about losing control for quite a few months now.

She had been travelling quite a bit, simply taking in the sights, and avoiding human contact at all costs. It wasn't that hard, for when one was silent, and kept everything to themself, they went unnoticed. As she sat in silence, she could hear the person approaching, identifying them as male. She sniffed the air a bit, grimacing a bit, "An elf..." She mumbled, unimpressed. "He may be more powerful than most, but still not powerful enough." She scoffed. Her eyes caught dark specks through the thick brush, outlining his figure in the strange darkness which soon enveloped the area.

"Nothing special." She murmured, her eyes following the elf's silhouette as he made his way closer, the trees and shrubs practically melting in his wake as he began to lessen the gap between them. Her eyes closed as her apathy towards the situation began to rise, and a slight smile curved her lips upward as the strangeness of the situation increased. What did he want? Having people chasing after her was the norm now, but it was getting irritated. Now it was moving to the inhuman coming after her? Great. What had she done now?

"Hardly an elf anymore, Knives," the deep voice of Apokalypsis echoed amongst the trees. He approached the vampire, leaning up against a nearby tree. The bark of said tree began to blacken and flake off where he touched it, the plant being syphoned of its energy. "Yes, I know who you are, Eclipses. My master has been watching you for some time now," Apokalypsis said in his low tone. He grasped at the halberd behind him, unstrapping it from his back, and shifting his position to lean on it instead of the tree (which was now forever crippled.)

"Oh, and I almost forgot to mention; I brought a treat." He reached into the expansive pockets of his cloak, and pulled out a glass wine bottle, filled with some red substance. Blood. He broke off the neck of the corked container, and took several deep drinks of the thick red liquid. It was still warm, fresh; and tasted new and innocent. Like baby's blood. He brought the bottle back down from his mouth, and then smashed it against the tree he had been leaning against, the blood splashing against it and soaking into the ground, shards of glass sticking in the trunk and roots of the tree. "I might have more, for those who cooperate..."

"But enough of that now, it's time I sent you to meet Apollyon. Don't worry; this should only take a moment..." In saying that, Apokalypsis suddenly leapt forward, swinging his halberd in a wide arc at the vampire, the attack strengthened with no small amount of dark magic.