Solomon wandered outside with his hood lowered over his crimson eyes. He motioned to wards the willow tree and rested his head against its damp bark while thinking to himself. These thoughts had haunted his mind for some time, the story of his father. That damned insane creature that called himself Solomons father. He was nothing more then a drone of the devil a puppet. Solomon went to his knees and pulled a tome out from under his cloak and began to read. Dorian Tariguard Born in the 11th century and raised on a small farm in Scotland. Dorian killed his parents at the age of Eleven. He had no emotion nor any sanity, this was not a human. He made vampires look innocent. When Dorian came of age he joined a Guild thieves called the "Dark wind". He was rebellious and reckless putting hiself before anyone else. He had spread terror throughout most of Britain all those who heard the name hid in fear. The Dark Wind began questioning Dorians motives he seemed to enjoy spilling the blood of others more then the money. It sickened them so they banished him from the Guild. Dorian was outcasted but did not leave he started his own Gang and brought the Dark Wind down. His followers did not question him as they were of the vampiric race. Dorian promised them fresh human blood in exchange for Immortality. Scottland was painted crimson for years to come, under the rule of Dorian Tariguard, he soon later changed his name to the one whosired him. Her name was Alyrialis Saint Clair a beautiful vampiric woman thousands of years old. She was one of the ancients why she changed Dorian? she had plans for him. She ad the foresight of a Human son born from her. This was impossible for two vampires to accomplish the undead cannot reproduce even more so give birth to a living breathing mortal boy. The fall of Dorian was quick and was not remembered for years to come Alyrialis had hid in an old crypt preying upon humans whenever they lost their way. Dorian was said to have stayed with her and a human son was born, the truth behind this is unknown we have no record of any birth. Only the hope that perhaps the legends were true.... Solomon closed the tome and shook his head "I was turned by Margarete the idea of being the human son of two vampires is not logical it makes no sense". He shoved the tome back into his cloak andsat there thinking to himself.
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