Reborn: Evolving From Nothing Chapter 122

Chapter 122
Trajan sat atop the roof of one of the traditional style wooden houses, his empty eyes shining slightly red . The roof had four long arches on it, down each corner, and was covered in shingles that were stained gray . He was sitting near the middle of it, his hands folded together .

He took in a deep breath and then let it out .

A single tear dripped down his face, falling to the roof silently, like the last light of evening fading into darkness .

Probus was dead .

"My friend… my brother…" Trajan's hands trembled as he looked at them with his energy vision, hands he clenched together and held around himself, hugging himself .

"What am I to do without you?" He whispered quietly, his voice ragged,

"You were all I had left . "

A few minutes prior, Trajan had been pacing back and forth inside the small house .

The other Wizards that were here with them were all practitioners of Blood Magic . While most of them had a focus on practical tracking, several of them had studied some forms of Healing Spells, to a higher degree of effectiveness than the single Healing Spell he knew .

Their efforts, especially on a fellow Vampire, would far surpass anyone they would be able to find in the city on such short notice .

Several minutes had gone by since they'd retreated . In that time, the Wizards had cleared the room, going into several emergency Rituals and Spells, pulling out every stop to try and save Probus .

The wounds Probus had taken were horrid, but if it was just a normal blow, even if it crushed his throat, he would be able to regenerate from it . Maybe he'd need a Light Pill or some other form of Healing Magic or Light Magic to aid him, but the natural regenerative prowess of a True Vampire was far from weak .

The Diamond Wizard, however, had infused his attack with the Power of Law .

Trajan rubbed his hands together as he looked around the room he was standing in, able to pick things out distinctly despite ostensibly being blind . It was sparsely decorated, just a small rug on the ground, with a large wooden table and a few chairs around it in the center . A few random paintings hung on the walls .

A door opening caught his attention .

Helena had walked in, her face pale . The dress she was wearing was stained brown and grey with dust and stone, the edges of it slightly torn from the wild melee .

Trajan had nodded at her and then returned to his pacing .

Helena watched this, wringing her hands .

"I'm sure he'll make it, Trajan . " She began, her voice trying to project confidence .

Trajan had simply shrugged, looking at her with his empty eyes .

Helena went over to the middle of the room and sat down, pensively waiting .

The duo didn't have to wait long, however . Just a couple of minutes later, one of the Grandmaster Blood Wizards came out of the room .

The Wizard, an elderly Vampire known as Panon, and one of the Blood Wizards that normally studied Fate Tracking, spoke aloud, his voice solemn .

"The injuries Lord Probus suffered were extreme . The Law energy remnants managed to spread throughout his entire system, shredding into his internal organs, muscles, and nerves . " Panon began, his voice solemn .

Trajan interrupted him, slowly closing and opening his eyes,

"Just cut to the chase . How is he?" He slowed to a walk and stood still, his empty eyes looking at Panon intently .

Helena gulped as she saw this, her left hand squeezing her right arm tightly .

Panon looked back at Trajan . He broke eye contact, however, looking down after a moment .

"The injuries he suffered sent him into shock immediately . They were functionally equivalent to a King Class attack that had spread throughout Probus' entire body . " Panon began, but was cut off again,

"How . Is . He . " Trajan's words were cool .

Panon looked up and shook his head .

"He didn't make it . "

"…"

Panon bowed quietly and backed away as he finished speaking, heading back to where the rest of the Wizards were, in the other room .

Trajan stood stock still, not moving a muscle .

Helena, on the other hand, gripped her right arm so tightly her wrist grew pale, blood unable to pass through it . She didn't betray any emotions on her face, but her left arm shook slightly .

A tense silence moved forward, one Helena tried to break .

"I'm so sorry Traj-"

"Silence . " Trajan whispered quietly .

"I didn't mean-" Helena began again, but was immediately cut off .

"SILENCE!" Trajan spun around, his eyes flashed red as he looked at Helena . The air around him exploded with energy as he took a step forward, raw power fluctuating wildly in the room .

"This… Probus should not have died today . " Trajan began, waving a finger in front of Helena . His voice was loud and twisted, full of emotion .

"I know . I am so sorry . I never mean-"

"No, of course you didn't MEAN it . " Trajan cut her off again, his empty eyes stabbing into her,

"But this… this is YOUR fault, Helena . We depended on YOU to lead us . " He spat, his eyes flashing a brighter red,

"When the situation went awry, it was up to you to take charge and alter the plan . To adapt . " He continued,

"We should have left immediately once the Shades and Borrelians were there together . There was no realistic chance of us achieving anything . Waiting there was a suicide mission . " He finished, his voice trembling .

"You are correct . I was wrong . It was my mistake . " Helena didn't run from the blame, closing her eyes as she acknowledged his words .

"Hahaha… hahaha… oh yes . Just… a mistake…" Trajan's arms shook as he laughed,

"A mistake that has stolen my brother from me . "

Helena clenched her right arm behind her back even tighter, her nails digging into her flesh . A small, line of blood dribbled down her arm, slowly dripping onto the ground behind her .

"I'm sorry . " She whispered quietly, her voice stilting .

There was a quiet pause for a moment .

"…"

"You are sorry? YOU are sorry?" Trajan's words cut straight to her as he began to walk away, the broiling energy around him flowing powerfully . He moved all the way to the exiting door, nearly blasting it off as he opened it .

"I hope you weep for him, Helena . " Trajan said, turning to look back at her,

"Because if you were to die, right here and now, I would shed no tears for you . " He slammed the door shut behind him with such force that it partially disintegrated, leaving behind the lonely figure of Helena, her shoulders slumped, blood streaming down her right arm .

Back on the roof, Trajan sighed, rubbing his blinded eyes, his energy vision strained under all the stress .

"I was far too harsh, Probus . I let my feelings overwhelm me . " He shook his head slowly,

"My friend, how I wish you were here with me now . " Trajan's shoulders slumped, his head bowed as his heart twisted, feeling hollow .

tap tap

Trajan looked up as he heard a tapping sound ring out, someone landing on the roof near him .

He stared with a tired, lackluster face at the robed figure that was standing only a few meters away, unable to muster the emotion to feel surprised . In his energy vision, the being looked largely the same, nothing special .

"Trajan, of the Aurelius Reavers, yes?" The figure's voice was melodic as it spoke, full of charisma . The tone was a neutral one, neither entirely male nor entirely female .

Trajan stared back at the figure .

"Who are you? Leave this place . I must grieve . " He looked down at the roof again, folding his hands together .

The robed figure shrugged, taking a step back .

"I could leave, if that is what you truly want, Trajan . " The figure spoke, nodding its robed head .

"But I don't think you want that . After all, don't you want to save your friend?"

Trajan looked up, for the first time since Probus died, a fire appearing in his empty eyes .

"Do I want to save my friend? Of course… but my friend… he is already dead . " He spoke aloud, his words feeling oddly surreal to him . His head, and his heart, was currently in flux, making even normal thinking difficult .

The robed figure paused, and then slowly began to unravel the hood and robe that covered it . The strips of cloth that were tied on underneath the robe, helping complete the disguise, fell away slowly .

Revealing a beautiful gold skinned humanoid, with slightly pointed ears and long, gorgeous golden hair . The being's face was just faintly masculine, one of sheer, utter beauty .

The man smiled, revealing a set of pointed teeth .

As Trajan looked at him, he felt a stirring in his blood, one he could ignore, but only after a small amount of effort . It was a faint desire to look at this being…

And obey him .

He blinked slowly as he recognized what he was looking at .

The Originators . The Firstcomers . The Ancestors . The Royals .

He was staring at an Ancestral Vampire .

The Ancestral Vampire smiled at Trajan, his voice calm and kind,

"Your friend is dead . But it is not too late to save him, to truly bring him back to life . Just as he was before, the exact same . "

Trajan stared back, his hands shaking . Partly from excitement, partly from worry .
"Your friend is dead . But it is not too late to save him, to truly bring him back to life . Just as he was before, the exact same . "

Trajan stared back, his hands shaking . Partly from excitement, partly from worry .

Partly from hope .

"How?" His voice broke as he responded, instinctively knowing the being in front of him, a being from myth and legend, was speaking the truth .

The man continued to smile as he heard Trajan's response,

"You must simply take my hand and join me . Your friend deserves better, as do you . " He held out his hand to Trajan,

"Reviving your friend will be as easy as…" The Ancestral Vampire held up his other hand, putting two fingers together,

SNAP

"That . "

Trajan looked at the stranger, and then at his hand, his eyes flashing once more . Memories ran flush in his mind, of the adventures he had with his best friend, the years they'd shared, the friendship they had built . The brotherhood they had bonded over .

The sense of family he felt, a sense he'd felt with no one else .

Instinctively, once again, Trajan knew everything the Vampire was telling him was true .

Trajan looked at the stranger's hand… and then reached up with his own, grasping it .

Immediately, a blood red light began to flow between Trajan and the other Vampire, one that carried with it a sense of royalty and power . This bloody light spun around each of their arms, twisting and turning . Mystical symbols appeared within it, flashing with dark promise .

The magical Ability that only the Ancestral Vampires held . An Ability known as Blood Contract .

"Who . . . are you?" Trajan's voice sounded odd to his ears as he spoke, his head heavy .

The Ancestral Vampire smiled wider, helping Trajan to his feet .

"My name is Mello . " He gave Trajan a warm hug,

"Welcome to my family . "

Author's Edit: Went back and changed Ancestor Vampire to Ancestral Vampire .

. Trajan sat atop the roof of one of the traditional style wooden houses, his empty eyes shining slightly red . The roof had four long arches on it, down each corner, and was covered in shingles that were stained gray . He was sitting near the middle of it, his hands folded together . He took in a deep breath and then let it out . A single tear dripped down his face, falling to the roof silently, like the last light of evening fading into darkness . Probus was dead . My friend… my brother… Trajans hands trembled as he looked at them with his energy vision, hands he clenched together and held around himself, hugging himself . What am I to do without you? He whispered quietly, his voice ragged, You were all I had left . A few minutes prior, Trajan had been pacing back and forth inside the small house . The other Wizards that were here with them were all practitioners of Blood Magic . While most of them had a focus on practical tracking, several of them had studied some forms of Healing Spells, to a higher degree of effectiveness than the single Healing Spell he knew . Their efforts, especially on a fellow Vampire, would far surpass anyone they would be able to find in the city on such short notice . Several minutes had gone by since theyd retreated . In that time, the Wizards had cleared the room, going into several emergency Rituals and Spells, pulling out every stop to try and save Probus . The wounds Probus had taken were horrid, but if it was just a normal blow, even if it crushed his throat, he would be able to regenerate from it . Maybe hed need a Light Pill or some other form of Healing Magic or Light Magic to aid him, but the natural regenerative prowess of a True Vampire was far from weak . The Diamond Wizard, however, had infused his attack with the Power of Law . Trajan rubbed his hands together as he looked around the room he was standing in, able to pick things out distinctly despite ostensibly being blind . It was sparsely decorated, just a small rug on the ground, with a large wooden table and a few chairs around it in the center . A few random paintings hung on the walls . A door opening caught his attention . Helena had walked in, her face pale . The dress she was wearing was stained brown and grey with dust and stone, the edges of it slightly torn from the wild melee . Trajan had nodded at her and then returned to his pacing . Helena watched this, wringing her hands . Im sure hell make it, Trajan . She began, her voice trying to project confidence . Trajan had simply shrugged, looking at her with his empty eyes . Helena went over to the middle of the room and sat down, pensively waiting . The duo didnt have to wait long, however . Just a couple of minutes later, one of the Grandmaster Blood Wizards came out of the room . The Wizard, an elderly Vampire known as Panon, and one of the Blood Wizards that normally studied Fate Tracking, spoke aloud, his voice solemn . The injuries Lord Probus suffered were extreme . The Law energy remnants managed to spread throughout his entire system, shredding into his internal organs, muscles, and nerves . Panon began, his voice solemn . Trajan interrupted him, slowly closing and opening his eyes, Just cut to the chase . How is he? He slowed to a walk and stood still, his empty eyes looking at Panon intently . Helena gulped as she saw this, her left hand squeezing her right arm tightly . Panon looked back at Trajan . He broke eye contact, however, looking down after a moment . The injuries he suffered sent him into shock immediately . They were functionally equivalent to a King Class attack that had spread throughout Probus entire body . Panon began, but was cut off again, How . Is . He . Trajans words were cool . Panon looked up and shook his head . He didnt make it . … Panon bowed quietly and backed away as he finished speaking, heading back to where the rest of the Wizards were, in the other room . Trajan stood stock still, not moving a muscle . Helena, on the other hand, gripped her right arm so tightly her wrist grew pale, blood unable to pass through it . She didnt betray any emotions on her face, but her left arm shook slightly . A tense silence moved forward, one Helena tried to break . Im so sorry Traj- Silence . Trajan whispered quietly . I didnt mean- Helena began again, but was immediately cut off . SILENCE! Trajan spun around, his eyes flashed red as he looked at Helena . The air around him exploded with energy as he took a step forward, raw power fluctuating wildly in the room . This… Probus should not have died today . Trajan began, waving a finger in front of Helena . His voice was loud and twisted, full of emotion . I know . I am so sorry . I never mean- No, of course you didnt MEAN it . Trajan cut her off again, his empty eyes stabbing into her, But this… this is YOUR fault, Helena . We depended on YOU to lead us . He spat, his eyes flashing a brighter red, When the situation went awry, it was up to you to take charge and alter the plan . To adapt . He continued, We should have left immediately once the Shades and Borrelians were there together . There was no realistic chance of us achieving anything . Waiting there was a suicide mission . He finished, his voice trembling . You are correct . I was wrong . It was my mistake . Helena didnt run from the blame, closing her eyes as she acknowledged his words . Hahaha… hahaha… oh yes . Just… a mistake… Trajans arms shook as he laughed, A mistake that has stolen my brother from me . Helena clenched her right arm behind her back even tighter, her nails digging into her flesh . A small, line of blood dribbled down her arm, slowly dripping onto the ground behind her . Im sorry . She whispered quietly, her voice stilting . There was a quiet pause for a moment . … You are sorry? YOU are sorry? Trajans words cut straight to her as he began to walk away, the broiling energy around him flowing powerfully . He moved all the way to the exiting door, nearly blasting it off as he opened it . I hope you weep for him, Helena . Trajan said, turning to look back at her, Because if you were to die, right here and now, I would shed no tears for you . He slammed the door shut behind him with such force that it partially disintegrated, leaving behind the lonely figure of Helena, her shoulders slumped, blood streaming down her right arm . Back on the roof, Trajan sighed, rubbing his blinded eyes, his energy vision strained under all the stress . I was far too harsh, Probus . I let my feelings overwhelm me . He shook his head slowly, My friend, how I wish you were here with me now . Trajans shoulders slumped, his head bowed as his heart twisted, feeling hollow . tap tap Trajan looked up as he heard a tapping sound ring out, someone landing on the roof near him . He stared with a tired, lackluster face at the robed figure that was standing only a few meters away, unable to muster the emotion to feel surprised . In his energy vision, the being looked largely the same, nothing special . Trajan, of the Aurelius Reavers, yes? The figures voice was melodic as it spoke, full of charisma . The tone was a neutral one, neither entirely male nor entirely female . Trajan stared back at the figure . Who are you? Leave this place . I must grieve . He looked down at the roof again, folding his hands together . The robed figure shrugged, taking a step back . I could leave, if that is what you truly want, Trajan . The figure spoke, nodding its robed head . But I dont think you want that . After all, dont you want to save your friend? Trajan looked up, for the first time since Probus died, a fire appearing in his empty eyes . Do I want to save my friend? Of course… but my friend… he is already dead . He spoke aloud, his words feeling oddly surreal to him . His head, and his heart, was currently in flux, making even normal thinking difficult . The robed figure paused, and then slowly began to unravel the hood and robe that covered it . The strips of cloth that were tied on underneath the robe, helping complete the disguise, fell away slowly . Revealing a beautiful gold skinned humanoid, with slightly pointed ears and long, gorgeous golden hair . The beings face was just faintly masculine, one of sheer, utter beauty . The man smiled, revealing a set of pointed teeth . As Trajan looked at him, he felt a stirring in his blood, one he could ignore, but only after a small amount of effort . It was a faint desire to look at this being… And obey him . He blinked slowly as he recognized what he was looking at . The Originators . The Firstcomers . The Ancestors . The Royals . He was staring at an Ancestral Vampire . The Ancestral Vampire smiled at Trajan, his voice calm and kind, Your friend is dead . But it is not too late to save him, to truly bring him back to life . Just as he was before, the exact same . Trajan stared back, his hands shaking . Partly from excitement, partly from worry . Partly from hope . How? His voice broke as he responded, instinctively knowing the being in front of him, a being from myth and legend, was speaking the truth . The man continued to smile as he heard Trajans response, You must simply take my hand and join me . Your friend deserves better, as do you . He held out his hand to Trajan, Reviving your friend will be as easy as… The Ancestral Vampire held up his other hand, putting two fingers together, SNAP That . Trajan looked at the stranger, and then at his hand, his eyes flashing once more . Memories ran flush in his mind, of the adventures he had with his best friend, the years theyd shared, the friendship they had built . The brotherhood they had bonded over . The sense of family he felt, a sense hed felt with no one else . Instinctively, once again, Trajan knew everything the Vampire was telling him was true . Trajan looked at the strangers hand… and then reached up with his own, grasping it . Immediately, a blood red light began to flow between Trajan and the other Vampire, one that carried with it a sense of royalty and power . This bloody light spun around each of their arms, twisting and turning . Mystical symbols appeared within it, flashing with dark promise . The magical Ability that only the Ancestral Vampires held . An Ability known as Blood Contract . Who . are you? Trajans voice sounded odd to his ears as he spoke, his head heavy . The Ancestral Vampire smiled wider, helping Trajan to his feet . My name is Mello . He gave Trajan a warm hug, Welcome to my family . . Authors Edit: Went back and changed Ancestor Vampire to Ancestral Vampire

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