Death Has No Dominion

Death Has No Dominion

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Genre: Thrillers

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Thrillers

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Hand to sword he serves his king. Brothers in blood and conquest they bend and shape the world to their collective will. From the ashes of a brutal civil war they built an empire, and their hand-picked tyrants, rule without mercy or pity. A kingdom with no borders, it exists within every continent, country, and city across the globe. Hand to sword he stands with his king. Once defenders and protectors, their disillusionment became disdain then hate. They embraced the predator and declared humanity a means to end, chattel to do with as they wish. At war with their ancient enemy they are unaware of the threat that lurks in the shadows. Loyal to the light, their brethren rose from the ashes and swore to defend humanity from the Thirty Tyrants and their world order. A rebellion, pitting evil against evil has raged for over two hundred years. On one fateful night three people are drawn into this world, one from the top, the other from the bottom, and the third as a means to an end. A soldier, a thief, and a librarian set on their paths to a collision with the Thirty Tyrants, their Hand, and his King.

Summary

Hand to sword he serves his king. Brothers in blood and conquest they bend and shape the world to their collective will. From the ashes of a brutal civil war they built an empire, and their hand-picked tyrants, rule without mercy or pity. A kingdom with no borders, it exists within every continent, country, and city across the globe.
Hand to sword he stands with his king. Once defenders and protectors, their disillusionment became disdain then hate. They embraced the predator and declared humanity a means to end, chattel to do with as they wish.
At war with their ancient enemy they are unaware of the threat that lurks in the shadows. Loyal to the light, their brethren rose from the ashes and swore to defend humanity from the Thirty Tyrants and their world order. A rebellion, pitting evil against evil has raged for over two hundred years.
On one fateful night three people are drawn into this world, one from the top, the other from the bottom, and the third as a means to an end. A soldier, a thief, and a librarian set on their paths to a collision with the Thirty Tyrants, their Hand, and his King.

Chapter13 (v.1) - Chapter Thirteen

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With broken heart softly Beating A crimson bloom is placed Silent prayers to Angel ears And towards eternity faced Skye LaDawn What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. Helen Keller

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  As they neared their destination Mary got quieter, until eventually she stopped speaking entirely. Ben caught Tom glance at her occasionally, but he didn’t try to draw her out. She had surprised Ben by asking him to come, and since she asked, he agreed. The trees gave way to an old stone fence and headstones. After a bit the stone wall was replaced by a newer, sturdier, iron fence. Tom turned into the cemetery, and drove to an area where trees covered much of the property and no flowers were on the graves.

Mary got out of the car without a word and started walking. He and Tom followed at a discreet distance, winding their way through headstones and family markers so old, some were completely washed out.

“Why here?” Ben asked.

“This is where the war ended,” Tom said, watching Mary.

She walked through the cemetery quietly. Every so often she would stop and look at a particular tree or bench, ignoring the headstones completely.

“This was once a vast estate,” Tom said. “This section of the cemetery was the main house. Valmont and Rourke surrounded the property, cutting off escape. The remaining Loyalists were caught in a vise, and the main house was where they made their last stand.”

“You weren’t here then?”

“No. I was in the States working with friends and former compatriots to ensure they couldn’t worm their way into the government. While all government is in effect tyranny, no matter how democratic, it is a necessary evil. And we were not going to allow them to take control of the fledgling country we’d worked so hard to establish.”

“There were a few of our brothers and sisters who were, like Tom, working on our cause elsewhere,” Mary said, stopping in front of a mausoleum. “They were pursued and hunted relentlessly. Many were caught and put to death, but a few evaded capture. With help from two of my brothers, I managed to get out of the house. We were the only ones to escape. When they sold the property, stipulating it become a cemetery, David had this mausoleum built with the original stone from the house.”

“Why?” Ben asked.

“Because this is where he killed her,” she said quietly. “This very spot is where he killed the woman he loved to win the war and usher in their empire of death.”

Tom stepped up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. After a moment, she closed her eyes, and leaned against him. Ben raised an eyebrow in surprise, he would have never guessed that kind of relationship between them. Other than the fact they kept things completely professional, they looked about thirty years apart in age. But being vampires, after a hundred years or so, he supposed age wasn’t an issue.

He cleared his throat and said, “Is her body in the mausoleum?”

“No,” she replied. “I’ve never been able to learn what he did with her body. But it doesn’t matter really, the soul no longer resides.”

“So it’s empty?”

“Of bodies, yes.”

“Why build it then?”

“While he is not a sentimental man in any other respect,” Tom said thoughtfully. “I believe he did it because this is where the love of his life died. She opposed him and Valmont, and refused to bow to their rule of tyranny, but she always loved him. Many believe his heart died with her, leaving a calcified stone in its place.”

“Poetic,” Ben said.

“Not too far off the mark either. The further he separated himself from her, the more apathetic towards humanity he became. He and Valmont took the, if you’re not with us you’re against us, tack. She was against him therefore she died. Considering how deeply they are said to have loved one another, it’s hard to comprehend. I cannot imagine being able to kill the woman I love.”

Mary smiled and turned her cheek to his chest. Ben sidled away, letting them have a moment together. Walking around the mausoleum, he studied the walls. His mind drifted and he ran his hand over the stones. He smelled gunpowder and blood. He smelled death. The sun was setting and night started pouring in.

“Ben?”

He looked up, and for a split second, Mary looked different, her face pale and drawn from pain. Then the sun was high overhead, and he could smell the trees and the crisp winter air. Mary was staring at him searchingly.

“Cemeteries,” he said. “I’ve been in too many.”

She smiled and touched his arm. “Me too.”

“So what’s inside if not a body?”

She led him back toward the front of the building, and laying her hand on the door, pushed. It was a heavy stone and marble door, which wasn’t actually meant to be opened. Mary pushed it open easily, and they walked into a bare, one room mausoleum. On the far wall, a coat of arms was etched into the stone, with writing underneath.

“What language is that?”

“Ancient Greek,” Tom replied. “Let this stand to the end of all things in honor of the fallen. Always will you be remembered.”

Mary stared at it a moment longer and walked out. Tom watched her, and said, “It was a dark day. Many of the vampires who opposed Valmont and Rourke, were at one time friends and allies of theirs. Stood shoulder to shoulder with them in battles lost to the annals of time. After their defeat, the Thirty did a decent job of tarnishing their memories and works, or erasing them from history altogether. They did not want their stories told. But it is true, they will always be remembered, by us, and by Valmont and Rourke. Some have managed to find their way back into history and myth, but not all.”

Ben looked closely at the coat of arms, there was something familiar about it. It was there but he couldn’t quite make the connection. He and Tom joined Mary outside, and after closing the door, headed for the car.

“You know about the Thirty Tyrants and the Order of the Cleansing Fire,” Mary said. “Do you know how the Loyalists lost the war?”

“I was told there was a civil war that lasted for hundreds of years. At one time the vampires who were fighting on the side of humanity were winning. But Rourke and Valmont somehow turned the tide.”

“They told a lie,” Mary said. “When it worked as well as it did, they told another and another. Before long, their lies became what’s held as truth in their society.”

“How?” he asked, getting in the car.

“Genocide. Once David and Alexander realized they weren’t going to get the support for the central vampire authority they wanted, they decided to declare a king and take it. They said humanity was the lesser species, cattle, and as vampires, our rights and wellbeing took precedence. Humans were labeled a means to end, nothing more. The majority of vampires disagreed, men and women. A tug of war ensued, for city after city, then country after country. The majority held, and their numbers dwindled. That’s when they started recruiting and turning a very specific kind of man, their loyalty purchased with blood, money, and lies. The two of them used existing fears and conflicts to destroy their enemies. The most effective being witch scares. The various witch hunts throughout history were a boon to their cause. People readily believed in the evils of women. After all, they were the embodiment of sin, and easily tempted by the devil, according to their holy books and religious leaders. The Spanish Inquisition devastated the Loyalists. Since the witch hunts were so successful, they took it one step further and said the Loyalists were rebels led by witches, trying to kill their king and take over vampire society. They claimed many of the vampires siding with the witches were being manipulated into rebellion, and needed to be saved. While pheromones can be highly effective manipulating humans, they are not as effective on vampires. Only those of weaker mind and will can be manipulated so thoroughly, but the idea instilled fear and suspicion. They began garnering more and more power, and their ruthlessness resulted in the deaths of thousands. Their final push came during the Napoleonic Wars, which routed the Loyalists. By then they’d selected their Tyrants and written the laws governing their society. Women were labeled a threat, a danger which needed to be controlled. Most women don’t manifest the ability to manipulate pheromones in the manner I do. It was rare then, it’s even rarer now. That is why women are in bondage for ten years. According to them, women will manifest these powers in the first ten years of being a vampire. So they need to be watched and trained to reject that part of themselves.”

“And people believe this?” Ben said, mystified.

“It gives one gender power over another,” Tom said. “So of course they do.”

“After ten years, if a woman doesn’t demonstrate what they call the danger, she is free to live her life, with full rights of citizenship under the king. But they can never become one of the Thirty, only men can be trusted enough to rule, and they can’t make vampires. They don’t want them making witches to stage another rebellion, or turning weak hearted men. You already know about the loophole, and now you know why I think it clearly demonstrates that Alexander and David don’t believe the lies they’ve told. They’ve both hired women for key positions around them, and if they ever find out a woman has been kept in bondage longer than ten years, her maker is put to death, without exception. The Thirty are all expected to enforce these laws and they do. None cross Alexander or David.”

“How did you end up part of this?”

“Tom and I were recruited towards the end of the war when things had turned. Both of us had already been working with the Loyalists in our human lives. I was on my deathbed when my friend asked me join her as a vampire in this fight. It was the hardest decision I ever made, and I’ve never regretted it.”

“I was ill as well,” Tom said. “But I still lived my human life for a few more years. It was worth it to keep the connections I had. Even after my death, I kept close contact with former allies in the U.S. and England. While I think the Thirty suspected I knew of them, they never learned of my recruitment into the fold. After our leaders were killed, the rest of us rallied together, found humans and wolves willing to stand with us, and created the Covenant.”

“Did you know Rourke and Valmont?” Ben asked Mary. “I notice you call them by their first names.”

“I met them both,” she replied. “But everything I know I learned from others who did know them, very well in fact. My friend and maker once said they were extraordinary men, giants walking the earth. But they embraced the killer and succumbed to addiction, temptation, and impulse, feeding every dark desire of the human heart.”


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