TFW - The Fallen World

As Amaros began his preparations to follow suit with what Raziya had asked him, there was a presence that came swiftly into the half burnt down ruins he had hidden his things in, and the next thing that Amaros would feel is his body being launched out onto the sandy colored dirt, outside of the protection of any of the standing walls.


The swiftness used and the power needed to launch Amaros this no small distance should tell Amaros that he was dealing with someone rather old and powerful. As Amaros landed, so did the one who launched him, right above him. The long thick black curls of the man that he had portrayed as his Sire above him, seemingly pinning him to the ground.


The Old Authurian's eyes darted from side to side, hidden from the ones that were tailing Amaros to report back. Whether or not Raziya spoke these orders to have Amaros watched, he was an unknown and Giddah knew if she was following at least some of the traditions, Amaros would be followed, if possible, but the word would spread like wildfire, even within the ramblings of their minds. It was the ones that lived long enough to have that ability that Amaros would have to worry about within the Authurian ranks should he do what was indicated he do from the Cyprians, that had been afforded him by an ally.


The speech that came from the very large man was that of Babylonian, a language well known by Amaros, "Have you lost your mind coming here BOY?! I send you out to find out information and you return here and use the same abilities I gave you to put you in front of the Queen?!"


A hand came flying across Amaros's face to slap him, in a manner of chastising a child for being flippant. "Where have you been?! Playing children's games?!" Yes this was a show, but one that would definitely be reported back to Raziya. The old General had not been within the Empire since Raziya took power back from the Marileus upon Julia's disappearance at the hands of one she would never suspect as up until now, she suspected nothing but treachery from the men she had allowed herself to have feelings for. "I should commit you to a suncage for such audacity and stupidity all rolled up into one action!" Giddah growled down into Amaros's face before backing off of him. "Up boy!" He would turn toward the delapidated shack and start walking toward it. "You were not to be known to the family. Now, if you are caught by the others, the Queen will have to lie. Not that She should have any problems with this, but you put her in a position to lose honor should she be questioned."


He would point toward the innards for cover, "If it wasn't for your mother...." He would leave it at that as he looked back to Amaros to make sure he was moving as he was commanded. And he would, if Amaros wasn't moving quick enough, reach out and grab the younger male and drag him into the shanty himself.

From: Here


Amaros was caught off-guard by the Elder Authurian that he knew had been in and around Rome through his contacts with the underground. He didn't fight back, though he normally would, nor sprout wings to stop the involuntary flight he was taking, thanks to the one that had come here. As he opened his eyes, letting out a moan of discomfort, he caught the look in Giddah's eyes, and without so much as a word about it, he tried to back up slightly from the man above him. "Who...." The words he was going to say were cut off by the tirade put into play by the Elder Authurian. "But... I don't even know who you are!" He clammered out as Giddah finally let him to his feet, giving an explanation as to why he was unknown.


It would be then that Amaros noted there was a man leaving the area quickly, but didn't bring acknowledgement to it, as it could have been detrimental to what was happening. It was that slap that Giddah had given him that now the stinging was taking effect as his hand moved up to his cheek and he rubbed it.


As he was summoned back into the house, Amaros reached down and grabbed one of his daggers that had met with the sand on Giddah's throwing of him. "As you wish... " He started toward the inside of the delapidated hut. "If I did wrong...I..." His words were cut off from hearing as he lowered his voice and began to speak in Greek to Giddah. "How did you know I would be here? Why have you shown yourself? I thought it was to be a secret that you still walked?"

Giddah was watching the area, when Amaros got within and lowered his voice and switched to Greek. "Lucian stated you might try something like this. The only way I could think you would get into the Palace is by doing something rash. The Cyprian have lost their minds if they think this is going to work..."


Giddah's eyes would flit to Amaros then back to the surrounding area as he kept his position hidden within the walls as they were. His voice raised again speaking in Babylonian... "If your mother hadn't been gifted with visions, I would have ignored her pleas boy! Do not make me regret the gifts I have given you."


He would watch to see if there would be another who would leave. It would take a normal Vampire quite a while from this location to get back to the Palace, and if they wanted to get back to tell her before sunrise, they had less than an hour to make a decision.

"YOU made me this way?! My mother?" Amaros said in Babylonian with a shocked tone to his voice. "Then WHO are you? What family do you come from? And who am I to answer to?"  They were playing this out perfectly, though it would not be a pleasant reunion, very few were known to be within the Authurian ranks.


He lowered his voice again and changed back to the Greek tongue. "They needed some answers as did we. She has an advisor I don't think she likes very much and that advisor smells demonic. She sent me on a mission to get 10 worthy men for the gift. 5 I must change and 5 for her to eat. I can bring 5 for her to eat, but I cannot actually change them, or she will know I am Cyprian. How am I supposed to complete the task? She said do not return if I cannot complete the task she gave me." He would wait to see if Giddah was truly there to help or hinder his efforts. He'd made it in enough to find out that a demon was within the court, but truly not how much pull the demon had.

There were men that were able to pick up on Amaros's trail and they were there for the take down of what seemed to be a fairly unbeatable Vampire. Only one was old enough to even remember the General by voice or face and he remembered both. It was he, Abhid, who moved quietly back from the scene, keeping himself hidden to listen to the conversation that didn't seem to be going well for the Arrogant and Foolish Vampire that entered within.


Finally having seen that the Authurian General had taken Amaros inside, he would step far enough away not to be fully detected leaving and race toward the palace. The night was nearly over now, and he wouldn't know that Giddah would take the young unknown Vampire from Babylonian soil when he came to report.


The man would enter the chambers of his Queen silently, closing the doors behind him to muffle at least his words and the Queen's if she did not find anger with his report. He took to one knee, keeping his eyes overted from her for propriety as he spoke. "My apologies My Queen for my intrusion into your chambers, but we have found the infiltrator from earlier as has another of the family." His eyes would move up slightly only to see if Raziya was coming closer. "My Queen. My former General has returned to Babylon. Giddah Authurian is not dead My Queen, and he is chastising the Vampire from earlier for his bold moves. Apparently, something failed in the command of infiltrating the other families and it led him back here. The General is angered with him for bringing the knowledge of his existence to your person, for now you cannot honestly deny knowledge of his existence.



The General has not changed in the last two centuries, but his size is unmistakable if he had. The Giant of a Man who led the Authurian Father's forces has come home. How long he will stay I am uncertain, or how long he will allow the youngling to stay is uncertain as well. But it was clear that he had intentions for the youngling in Authurian benefit. I left two watching the place where I left them to come with a report." The Authurian guard would await his next orders or any questions from his Queen, still on bended knee.

Giddah frowned hearing what he had to do. "Depending on your abilities, you could entrice an Authurian to change 5, then wipe all their minds of the incident and make it seem as if the one doing the change witnessed it and the ones changed would think you did. But I do not know how  good your abilities are." Giddah spoke quietly in Greek back to him. "If you are here to kill Raziya then she will know you are a plant. If you are here to help her gain control of the Empire again, I will help you, but know this, I do not trust easily and if you step out of line, I will be summoned to kill you. This is only to get the demons out of control and her back in control. If I see anything untorrid in hopes of removing her, I will personally remove you myself. Is that understood?"


His voice became a little louder again, as he switched back to Babylonian, taking long strides toward Amaros, and all but picking him up off the ground, "Your mother has been dead for two hundred years. Leave her in the past boy! Your future does not look so bright with such daring moves as you have made tonight! NOW REST!"  He would toss Amaros to the ground and look out of a large gap in the shanty wall. His eyes focused on one man watching and he growl territorially. This growl actually made the young Vampire tremble and begin running back to the Palace to add to the first report of the evening about Amaros.

"As you command ... " Amaros said loud enough for the last one to hear. The hanging of the word was because Amaros shouldn't know how to address Giddah yet. He moved to lay down in one of the large storage crates, as if he was protecting himself from the impending sun. But he didn't close it yet.


Quietly he said in Greek, "I have no intentions of killing the Authurian Queen, that is not my mission. Gathering information on just how deeply the Authurian family has been infiltrated is what I am supposed to learn. Just one demon there does not mean anything. I did not see or sense more." He would look to Giddah who was watching outside, with his arms over his chest, as if angered, though his expression was stoic. "There have been two that left. Do you think there are any more?" He would inquire as he made it look as if he was closing the top to rest. He did actually close the top, but rest was not the first thing on his mind.

The second one that had been spotted had moved in not long after Raziya had received the report from the one who knew the Elder Authurian General. But he did not enter Raziya's chambers. Instead he paced outside waiting for the other to come out, should he come out that is...


He wanted to remain as alive as a vampire could be, so... Not reporting would get him killed and reporting could as well. He was damned if he did and damned if he didn't. The pacing might have been heard on the other side of the door, but the traces of feet going back and forth causing the change in light under the door in the doorway would be the tell tale sign that someone was waiting, either for the first reporter or Raziya herself.

"I smell one more, now rest. You will need it to begin your task tomorrow evening. I imagine, I will be called to court if either of the other two recognized me." He would state looking over his shoulder as the top creeked closed. He then would go back to standing guard, until the sun was near its ascent and find shelter within the hovvle that was chosen for the day.

Raziya contined from HERE

For the moment, the Authurian Queen was blissfully alone, save a number of servants, within her chambers. After the earlier nights events, Raziya felt that she needed to revisit her bath, particularly in order to get the scummy feeling off of her skin that she felt after having been around Xavier.

Yet still, as she allowed her skin to be scrubbed by her servants, her mind wandered to the thought of Xavier again. She did despise him so, but then when he wasn’t talking, he wasn’t all that bad to look at.

Raziya’s head tilted to the side as that thought crossed her head, quickly shaking it as if she were trying to shake that thought from her mind. Xavier was a nuisance and annoying… “If only his Master would have stayed instead,” she muttered. Just then she saw a servant who was sponging her arm look up at her words, her own eyes flashing dangerously as her other hand immediately swept up to land across her face. “I was not addressing you!”

It was not a mistake the servant made again, and soon Raziya was allowing herself to be clothed as she prepared for her daily rest. However, that rest was not to come as easy as she had hoped, seeing as she was once again interrupted. At least this time, Xavier was pleasantly not around.

Raziya listened to what the guard had to say, and if she were in a shorter mood – which Xavier’s presence certainly would have done – she probably would have taken her anger out on the first guard. However, luckily for the guard, she had a shred of patience, and the information interested her. With a raised brow, Raziya pursed her lips, “Mmmm… Giddah you say?”

A small smile slipped across her lips as she turned away from the guard and walked around him, moving toward the small table against the wall where the wine and small bits of food were kept. The wine was a very special brew, one she had gotten from her contact within the Marakai… the one before the annoyance that was Xavier. As she poured the blood red liquid, it caused her mouth to water, a quivering in her stomach of anticipation as if it were a strong drug. “Well… It’s nice of the old man to be worried about my good name, but I can definitely take care of  myself.”

Raziya brought the glass to her lips then, replacing the cork upon the bottle before she turned around, lowering the glass as she allowed the liquid to slide down her throat. “However… I doubt he would allow his presence to be so foolishly revealed without good reason.”

Her eyes once again narrowed a little, glancing to the side to see the shadow of the one pacing outside. “Take the nervous one with you, and summon Giddah here tomorrow eve…” Raziya’s eyes then returned to look at the guard, taking another sip as another wicked smile crossed her lips. “And you will get this message to Giddah before sunrise, and return here… Otherwise don’t bother seeking shelter, as your obviously not worthy of Authurian blood.”

The guard bowed his head lower than it already was with Raziya's command. "Your command will be done My Queen." He would rise and leave Raziya's chambers as quietly as he entered. Abhid would look to the second guard as he exited. He motioned outward, away from the Queen's chamber doors.

About halfway down the corridor out, he began to speak. "You were told to stay and watch with your trainer. You have most likely given away his position from lack of training to keep hidden while coming and going. If your trainer ends up dead, then so will you for your lack of foresight."

As they cleared the Palace, he glanced to the younger Authurian, "We go back to where you should already be." With that he moved with their known speed, expecting the younger guard to follow.

As they came up on the place they had left Giddah and Amaros, Abhid stopped and pointed toward the direction the third should be. Luckily for the young one, his trainer was still 'alive' and though he did not get to report what he had heard, he kept silent. "Sameyeel head back to the Palace with your childe." Abhid gave order and waited for Giddah to step out of the hovvle.

Giddah did not move as he watched the three. He was no where close to asleep, though he had not moved from his position since Amaros went into rest. Once the two were well out of range of returning without warning, Giddah's massive form could be seen almost walking out of the shadows of the building. An intimidating sight to behold, especially since it looked like the shadows encased Giddah like a glove, though he had no power over them. Giddah's chin raised as he folded his arms across his chest and came to a stop a few feet out of the wreck of a home. "What is your purpose... Abhid of the Sneaks?" Giddah asked the guard in court tongue, showing he remembered the younger vampire well.

"The Queen, Raziya Authurian, summons you to Court tomorrow's eve." Abhid stated back in the old tongue. He awaited Giddah's acknowledgement of the summons before turning and heading back to give word to Raziya.

"The summons has been received, though I had not planned of staying passed the darkening of the sky with the one who should not have come ... home... I will set him upon his task and return as she wishes, sometime during the night. Go, before you become ash Abhid." He would turn and head back into the hovvle, knowing that Abhid would have very little time to return to the palace even at top speed.

After Abhid took off, Giddah moved within the hovvle and picked up the sleeping body of Amaros and headed into a very different part of Babylonian Empire, using the Cloud Gift he had most adamantly learned to serve the Father: the place he had been able to hide his presence in for a great long while.... The Sumerian-Mesopotamian border... It would be there Amaros would find those when he awoke that would suit his purposes for his task.

Abhid would step foot into the palace about 10 minutes before the sun's rays would peek over the horizon. He would give Raziya, Giddah's message in parchment in case she had already retired for rest, though there were many places within the palace that the sun did not touch.

~At the Crux~


There were only a few rooms that were never tampered with or held anyone within them. Giddah's room below was one of them. Rikka's another. Even the room Malik had formerly frequented would not. Giddah had already seen that his grandson Koran had been gone and he also knew that those whom would find his presence there would keep his secret. Giddah was already angered over Rikka's death and the alleged death of the Mani descendant that had proven to be as promising as the one he had come across some four to five hundred years prior.

As he entered his room, he would lay Amaros one of the smaller beds, which had once been used by servants that he favored, more so as a treat to keep them well working. He looked aorund the dark room before he made his way to his own bed and slumbered. The next night would prove rather interesting and he would definitely find rest before tackling a conversation with the mighty Raziya. He would have to reveal himself to those he needed to for the task Amaros was to undertake. There were enough young Authurian candidates here to change 5 men and enough men whom had failed stringent measures to be changed. The task would be easy enough... getting them all to the palace at the same time would be the task. But for now... rest....

~At the Crux~

Amaros was only slightly aware of the movement  Giddah had done in regards to themselves. He had been running without sleep for days and when he was laid down upon a small bed in Giddah's chambers he only turned over for rest. But this had been the norm for the Illimar posed Cyprian Vampire for near on a year now. The rest was much needed and in a safe place, much appreciated.

The conversations of the last few weeks began to run through his mind. Lucian, Kyriel, Jehoel, Aiolos, Eletherios, Raziya, the demonspawn that held him, and then Giddah. There was so much to assimilate and figure out before he could even think to begin the task that Raziya had put him to. There was even hints of the conversation between Giddah and Abhid in his mind, but those made less sense than they would have, had he been awake and listening in.

He did know, that Lucian and Giddah had to have come to an understanding and working relationship at some time for Giddah to know he was sent to Bablyon. Did he know why though, at least on Lucian's behalf, or was it just stated that he had to gather information and report back?

The bed was softer than the ground he had been able to normally sleep on, even the sand. The smells of the regoin would barely seep through the crack underneath the dor. Praying for the return of a few would pass by his ears and mind and again, they made little sense. But his natural instincts did not kick in to wake him up, meaning he was not in danger, at least at this time.

A full day's rest he would find. But what would he find as he woke up the next evening?

~At the Crux~


Giddah would be up well before Amaros the next night. His large form, for as massive as it was, could still creep quietly, especially in a place he built. He would move to the bathing chambers having called those who were of the lineage of his servants to bath him and feed him. He would leave instructions for his servants to find 10 men barely worthy of anything within a few miles and to have them readied for his return the next evening.


He also instructed his servants to keep his presence quiet as well as the presence of the one within his chambers. A special person he would call Amaros, and his servants would tend to Amaros as if Amaros was he. This much he knew, or he would be eliminating those of the direct lineage that he had brought into service, from elderly to infant.

If any had been watching him only partially the last few months to years, besides his 'Father', they would have thought that Giddah had gone soft. But tactics that had not been employed in centuries or perhaps even millenia were coming back to the old man's mind and for now, the nector was being laid so that it would trap as many flies as possible. As warmonger as this old man had been known to be, not all his wars were in the open.
He would finally rise out of the bath and after being dried, his servants would dress him. The appropriate court attire of the Ancient Sumerian had been well kept and still fit him. His eyes would come to the servants he had called and they would once again feel the fear of betraying him even to Koran, should he return before Giddah did. They would bow low and Giddah would soon be gone with a quarter of the night already gone... The summons was not forgotten...

Giddah To: A summons adhered to

~Back at Giddah's domicile~


Giddah would return and speak with Amaros, giving him strict orders not to return to the Palace or anywhere close to it unless summoned. He and Amaros would speak and he would tell him that he needed to find a secure place in Greece to hide out and gather information. Amaros was given one night to prepare for the travel before Giddah would 'kick him back out into the world'. Where Amaros went after that... Giddah did not care. The next night when Giddah rose, Amaros would not be within his hold and Giddah would begin working on getting any information on the Vizier they had never proven to be dead... If anyone was to have that type of incite, it would be Malik or Himself... He would send word to Koran to make his report immediately, no matter the length of time it would take him to travel back... or return with full hands.

~Froim Bablyon to Greece~


Amaros was less than pleased at what Giddah had told him, but then again, he already knew that the Cyprians had sent him on a fool-hearty mission. He would leave before the night shift could find him there. None, he would make sure would see him leave during the sunlight, and he would wait for the cover of darkness before he would allow his wings to come from their sheathing hold and take the wind within them and carry him back to his home in the Grecian isles. Little did he know what he would be coming home to. The domicile he chose was on a small isle yet to be inhabited except by a family of fishermen and farmers. They spoke to no one about the island, which was only about a mile across east to west and 3 miles north to south. The domicile looked like a hill, for it was buried in it. Catacombs riddled this island from back when The One's church had chosen to make a hideaway for supposed relics and holy artifacts. But during the upheaval, they were destroyed, except a few important documents which were not found by anyone, not even the Illimar, or they would have foreseen the trials they were now going through.

He was tired and made his way to the family's very large house, he himself had built for them to live when they were washed up on the shore a century ago. They gave him food for the evening and the morning and were told... as usual... He wasn't there. It would not be until he rested that he would make report, but he would... Then.... He would go back to the Village and seek out Eli, to see what had been found in his absentia.

Amaros to here


~fin~