Dwayna DragonFire
2014 Little Cup Champion
Warning: This story may contain scenes of violence and issues regarding romance, sexuality, and other things that may not be suitable for all viewers. If you don't feel comfortable reading that sort of thing, please turn away now.
Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this story about romance, sexuality, and other things. It was not the idea I had originally planned to write, but it is the one that appealed to me the most at this current time.
Chapter One
A world full of magic has a variety of different characters. Terrater had everything from dragons to humans, each one of them unique of their own right. It was a world larger than any Earth realm planet, with a single landmass united under one monarchy. The four suns and four moons made it all the more intriguing, leaving a spectacular day and night cycle and beautiful seasons.
Being that the air itself was magic, anyone coming to the planet that did not have magic was given a gift from the planet as long as greed did not rule their hearts. Anyone already with magic was asked to keep the peace, be they a visitor or wishing to become a citizen. Regardless, the tradition was that all new visitors from any dimension would visit the royal family to formally introduce themselves. It was not only for the benefit of knowing the people who came to Terrater, but it was also to affirm that the new citizens would be welcomed by what some would call the honour guard – a strange race of robots, which the populace had fondly named the Androids.
Several millennia had passed since the beginning of their culture, but it wasn't until the later years that inter-species relationships was widely accepted as the norm. It hadn't really been addressed before exactly what was allowed with marriage or mating rituals, many just pairing off with their own species for fear of reprimand from the dragon king. But he himself eventually chose a human wife, showing that love was welcome in all forms.
But even though Terrater was a peaceful world, it was not perfect. Everyone had something from their old worlds that was widely believed to be taboo, and each was unsure of what was to be allowed and what was to be looked down upon. It was the monarchy that made the decision – as long as the parties involved were adults, their love was to be accepted. Inevitably, it would not please everyone, but the vast majority agreed that it was the best decision and hailed their rulers wisdom.
To Ethan Torke, there was one particular aspect that was sickening. He was an angel from a planet called Vehn, a world that was at war with its polar opposite, a world full of demons called Vehl. The worlds and their peoples were created by two deities, Angelus of Vehn and Daemonem of Vehl. The two were actually brothers, who long mourned the war between their two races but did nothing to stop it, for they both believed in the concept of free will.
It wad he who had called Angelus out on this fault, and it was he who was sent here to Terrater as a punishment. At first, Ethan was confused as to why such a peaceful place would be his downfall, until he realized that not only did he have to be at peace with the very demons he was previously at war with, but the two races even mated with one another at times. It was sickening that the peace that he had wanted for years was here, and he couldn't bring it home.
He decided that he much preferred a human deity, known only as 'God', one who conquered the unjust and accepted those that asked for forgiveness. It was also quite coincidental that he was an angel that had the white wings as described in their scripture. But to become a priest, he had to put aside his differences and accept all who came to the church, even if they were his previously hated enemies.
Though he was initially bitter, Ethan simply decided to be generally welcoming and hoped it would suffice. As a sort of irony, a church of a different deity was just across the street, apparently known to be in opposition to God. He respected that others might believe differently than him, so he spent his energy focusing on who came through his door in the morning.
His favourite part was going up to the podium, decked out in white ceremonial robes with blue lining, a symbol of a cross knitted finely into the front. There was a glass roof just over the podium, so when it was sunny the light would glisten on his blonde hair, bringing a sort of warm to his vibrant, glowing blue eyes. He let his wings rest comfortably by his sides, not needing to hide them for fear of being judged, for some of the humans would consider him closer to God.
Surprisingly, some demons did come to his church, seemingly genuinely interested in the scripture. For a time, he had felt the greatest peace he had ever known, because he could finally be free of his previous life where they were in constant turmoil. But there was still some part of him that mourned for Vehn and Vehl, that part of him which he felt could never bring him peace.
One day, the force known as Fate stepped into his life. He had heard of it influencing many on the world of Terrater, especially those like angels and demons with the power of foresight. But Ethan had never once decided to use it himself, as he felt that he would rather be surprised by life than to know what was happening beforehand. That was the day that someone from across the street walked up to him, peering at him with silver eyes that swirled with magic.
He had seen this girl many a time before, but had paid her little mind she she always went to the church across the street. She was obviously a human who had been changed by magic, as her hair color of pink was natural, dyed by the magic that now coursed through her veins. She wore glasses, black wristbands, a black dress with pink rims, and on her neck was what looked to be a dog collar of sorts – pink in color with a small silver tag. The diamond pin on her chest was pink and silver, betraying her status; she was a servant to a noble.
“My name is Elizabeth,” she said calmly, lowering herself into a respectful bow. “I am a seer. I will make this short, Ethan. A demon from Vehl who is new to this world and young to your customs will be coming this way. When she sees you, there will inevitably be a confrontation. I have informed the proper authorities so you will not need to worry about her harming you. I am merely providing a friendly warning. You're welcome.”
Ethan was genuinely at a loss for words as the woman walked away. She had answered every thought that he had just as he was about to respond. She did say she was a seer, he thought to himself, turning back to his regular post at the door. His nerves were on edge as he peered into the crowd, nervously looking for someone he hadn't seen before. But there were so many people that he didn't recognize, so many he had neglected to pay attention to until that very moment.
His blue eyes met glowing red, which flashed with anger at their connection. It was at that moment that he truly felt fear for the first time; as before, war was just the way of life. On a world where there was supposed to be peace, a woman with hair the color of blood was not supposed to be rushing towards him screaming at the top of her lungs. But there was, and he could only watch in his horror as she came towards him, slicing into the skin of innocent bystanders.
But it was as the seer said, for a red-scaled humanoid in golden armor stepped into view, running a blade straight through the demon's gut. The woman collapsed to the ground in pain, and was swiftly taken away by other authorities. When the scaled person turned, it was then he recognized her as a dragon who had transformed themselves to have a human-like body shape. Though her orange eyes had a harsh look to them, she bowed her head to him out of acknowledgement, Ethan simply nodding back out of shock and awe.
He was snapped out of it by another person brushing by his shoulder, and he looked towards the people now gathering around the area. Some of them were healers, come to take those that had been wounded by the demon in question. A guilty feeling settled into his gut, and he stepped forward to offer his help. This is my fault, he thought sorrowfully, If she hadn't have seen me, those people wouldn't be hurt.
Ultimately, he could do nothing but to help put some of the wounded onto stretchers to go to the hospitals. As far as he knew, none of the wounds were deadly, but some were particularly deep. Probably the ones that stood in the way, came the nagging thought, The ones that were protecting me. After the whole mess was sorted, he wiped the tears that had been forming from his face, simply praying that everyone would be alright in the end.
Ethan raised his head to look at the building across the street, the one that Elizabeth went to. He still didn't want to use his own power, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad to consult someone else on the matter. Absentmindedly, he looked at his robe, realizing it may be a bad idea to walk into the building with it on. It was then he reminded himself that he had another sermon to give that morning, so any consulting would have to come later, when he could switch out with another preacher.
He plodded on through his sermon until it was time for someone else to take the stand, going to change into different clothing just so he wouldn't stick out as a sore thumb. His wings disappeared as well, since he didn't know what the others thought of angels at all and he didn't want to offend anyone. Taking a deep breath, he walked out of his building and opened the door to the building across the street, stepping inside to peer around.
It was an exact replica of his church, just slightly darker and with different symbolism. The representations of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water were displayed at the left and right walls, with the element of Spirit hovering over the empty pedestal. The people there were laughing and talking in wait of their preacher, all except for Elizabeth, who sat at the front of the room providing atmospheric music with a violin. That was when another woman stepped out of the darkness, a cold shiver running up Ethan's spine as the room fell silent.
“Welcome,” she greeted, fangs slipping out of her mouth, betraying that she was a vampire. “It seems we have a visitor from the church opposite us, please give him a warm welcome.” The dark-haired woman motioned towards him with a smile, and the room erupted with applause as well as some cheering. Weren't they supposed to be enemies with his church?
When the vampire lead them into prayer, Elizabeth beckoned to him. He scooted around the edge of the building to follow her into a stairwell that lead into a downstairs basement area. It was also quite large, but it didn't seem to have anything in it other than lighting. It was then that two chairs materialized out of thin air opposite each other, one that she sat in and the other she motioned to. Ethan sat across from her, somewhat bewildered at the whole thing, but less so than he would have been if he hadn't have been on Terrater for several years.
“I must apologize for my abruptness earlier,” she stated calmly, which made him somewhat curious. “It is hard for me sometimes, being what I am. I see the many ways that a situation has happened or will happen and I never get used to it. I imagine you have some questions for me. Please, speak freely.”
“Ah, yes,” he said nervously, coughing as if to clear his throat. “I noticed that I was given applause as I entered. That seems a bit weird for people who are apparently supposed to hate each other.”
“So is mating with someone you're supposed to hate,” she replied, though her tone was still calm. “But you have seen how little hate really means on this planet. Former people at war coming to love each other, as if it never meant anything at all.” Ethan should have expected this sort of thing from a seer as good as she seemed to be, but he was still a little bit hurt by these facts that she so calmly worded.
“So you're saying that it's just another duality?” he questioned. “Just another perception gone horribly wrong by another species?”
“Reality isn't filled with black and white,” she said, “There is so many shades of grey that it is hard to see just where the lines lay between. It is the individual's perception of right and wrong that make things black, white, and everything that lays between. It is you who chooses to react in certain ways, you who decides what to think and do.”
“That makes a lot of sense,” he murmured, taking his eyes away from hers for a moment. His memories flashed with all the wounded people outside his doorstep because a demon had decided he was a threat. I wish I had done something, he thought, instead of acting like a coward.
“That blood is not on your hands, Ethan,” she said in response to his thoughts, which either meant that she could read minds or her powers were just that great. “She is the one who chose to react poorly. But she is now regretting her decision, and she will have to pay the price. A task for each citizen she harmed in cold blood, which she will agree to. When she is ready, she will also apologize to you, though she may still dislike you for the memory of a war that has been waging for eons.”
“She may dislike me?” he speculated, before realizing something. If this woman was truly a great seer, then she would see not only one future, but all the possible futures that could happen due to a slight change of events. He looked at Elizabeth in that moment, and she smiled for the first time, breaking her mask of calm for a moment just to confirm his suspicions.
“I cannot pretend that I know everything,” she said with humor, “But I do know a lot of things. My visions are voluntary at the best of times, but even I cannot fully grasp the complexity that is Fate itself. If it is an important thing that I must know, I may even get an involuntary glimpse of the past or future, but it is often a choice of mine to know what is going to happen. Unlike you, I find it would be better to know the future, but we grew up two very different ways and are two very different people.”
“Fair enough,” he laughed. “Though I suppose I do have another curiosity. That preacher was a vampire, right?” Elizabeth nodded, her eyes looking somewhat intrigued for once. “Well, how do you feel safe with something like that as a preacher?” It was then that she actually pursed her lips, her eyes looking at him almost sorrowfully, as if out of pity.
“I will forgive you that offence,” she quietly replied. “She is not only a preacher, but a very successful business woman and my Mistress. Just because she is a vampire does not automatically make her a bad person – in fact, quite the opposite. Did you consider that she was once human too? That she is not the type of vampire that feels the need to kill others just to sate her thirst?”
Ethan hung his head in reply, betraying that he hadn't considered such a thing. He was supposed to be a non-judgmental person, but he had judged someone based entirely on their species without getting to know them first. It was against everything he had been working for; against his belief in forgiveness, hope, and love for all.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered, guilt consuming him in that moment. “I shouldn't have judged her purely based on my perceptions of vampires. I know this is a world of peace, so if she was evil she would be long gone by now. But I know your status – you are the servant of a noble, which means she is the noble in question. If the royal family didn't see her as worthy of that status, she wouldn't be.”
“True,” came the calm reply, her eyes filled with the warmth of her smile. “I forgive you. But such words aren't enough to get you to forgive yourself. The only true way that you may gain closure is to talk to her yourself.” As if on cue, applause sounded from upstairs, signifying that the sermon was over. Elizabeth rose from her chair like a flash, stepping quickly to wait by the door, Ethan glued to his seat out of both curiosity and bewilderment.
The dark figure of a woman in a dress came down the stairs, her hands clasped in front of her. Elizabeth bowed deeply to the woman as she came back into view, her dark hair glistening blue, like a demon's wing feathers. She smiled at him as she walked, though little to no sound actually came from her steps, making her seem as graceful and elegant as she looked. The woman gracefully placed herself in the chair opposite him, her ice blue eyes looking into his with an unexpected warmth.
“My name is Nerezza,” she said in a silken tone, her voice sending shivers down his spine. “I understand you are Ethan. Elizabeth told me that you might want to talk to me after the sermon, so I have come here to to talk. It is unwise to ignore the word of a seer, after all.” She smirked then, her fangs slipping over her lips in an almost involuntary way, but she closed her lips back over them reflexively as if ashamed by their presence.
“Yes,” he gasped, surprised that he had trouble finding his own voice, so he cleared his throat and spoke with more certainty. “I have horribly misjudged you, it seems. On first glance I noticed your... condition... and I thought you a hazard to the people at the church. Elizabeth has informed me that you are not so much of one as I thought.” He felt nervous, but she smiled for a moment – as if to say she had forgiven him – before returning to her thoughts.
“My... 'condition', as you put it, is only truly dangerous to me,” she said, a hint of sorrow touching her voice. “My type of vampirism is a disease that eats away the body if one does not consume blood. When I first became a vampire, I refused to drink it, but I was convinced by my 'family' that it would be healthier to not deny myself my needs. However, I have never taken blood from the unwilling, and most of the blood I now drink is donated by other people who are generously compensated.”
Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, having found a new respect for not only Nerezza, but for people as a whole. Just because someone is portrayed as evil, doesn't mean they are, he thought to himself, I am such a fool. But there was still something nagging at the back of his mind, something he felt he needed to ask someone with more life experience than he had.
“I can see perceptive changing on a species I barely know,” he started, even though he knew it would sound bad. “But what about the demons? How am I supposed to forgive them when they were my greatest enemies? How does anyone forgive them?” Nerezza smiled her fanged smile, a knowing look in her eyes that seemed to comfort him somehow.
“You hold a grudge because they have found a peace together that you longed for on your world,” she replied. “Maybe your war is needless, but sometimes war is necessary for change. If they have come here to change their perspective on life, who are you to judge their decision? If you sit idly by in envy, you will never have that happiness for yourself.”
Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this story about romance, sexuality, and other things. It was not the idea I had originally planned to write, but it is the one that appealed to me the most at this current time.
Chapter One
A world full of magic has a variety of different characters. Terrater had everything from dragons to humans, each one of them unique of their own right. It was a world larger than any Earth realm planet, with a single landmass united under one monarchy. The four suns and four moons made it all the more intriguing, leaving a spectacular day and night cycle and beautiful seasons.
Being that the air itself was magic, anyone coming to the planet that did not have magic was given a gift from the planet as long as greed did not rule their hearts. Anyone already with magic was asked to keep the peace, be they a visitor or wishing to become a citizen. Regardless, the tradition was that all new visitors from any dimension would visit the royal family to formally introduce themselves. It was not only for the benefit of knowing the people who came to Terrater, but it was also to affirm that the new citizens would be welcomed by what some would call the honour guard – a strange race of robots, which the populace had fondly named the Androids.
Several millennia had passed since the beginning of their culture, but it wasn't until the later years that inter-species relationships was widely accepted as the norm. It hadn't really been addressed before exactly what was allowed with marriage or mating rituals, many just pairing off with their own species for fear of reprimand from the dragon king. But he himself eventually chose a human wife, showing that love was welcome in all forms.
But even though Terrater was a peaceful world, it was not perfect. Everyone had something from their old worlds that was widely believed to be taboo, and each was unsure of what was to be allowed and what was to be looked down upon. It was the monarchy that made the decision – as long as the parties involved were adults, their love was to be accepted. Inevitably, it would not please everyone, but the vast majority agreed that it was the best decision and hailed their rulers wisdom.
To Ethan Torke, there was one particular aspect that was sickening. He was an angel from a planet called Vehn, a world that was at war with its polar opposite, a world full of demons called Vehl. The worlds and their peoples were created by two deities, Angelus of Vehn and Daemonem of Vehl. The two were actually brothers, who long mourned the war between their two races but did nothing to stop it, for they both believed in the concept of free will.
It wad he who had called Angelus out on this fault, and it was he who was sent here to Terrater as a punishment. At first, Ethan was confused as to why such a peaceful place would be his downfall, until he realized that not only did he have to be at peace with the very demons he was previously at war with, but the two races even mated with one another at times. It was sickening that the peace that he had wanted for years was here, and he couldn't bring it home.
He decided that he much preferred a human deity, known only as 'God', one who conquered the unjust and accepted those that asked for forgiveness. It was also quite coincidental that he was an angel that had the white wings as described in their scripture. But to become a priest, he had to put aside his differences and accept all who came to the church, even if they were his previously hated enemies.
Though he was initially bitter, Ethan simply decided to be generally welcoming and hoped it would suffice. As a sort of irony, a church of a different deity was just across the street, apparently known to be in opposition to God. He respected that others might believe differently than him, so he spent his energy focusing on who came through his door in the morning.
His favourite part was going up to the podium, decked out in white ceremonial robes with blue lining, a symbol of a cross knitted finely into the front. There was a glass roof just over the podium, so when it was sunny the light would glisten on his blonde hair, bringing a sort of warm to his vibrant, glowing blue eyes. He let his wings rest comfortably by his sides, not needing to hide them for fear of being judged, for some of the humans would consider him closer to God.
Surprisingly, some demons did come to his church, seemingly genuinely interested in the scripture. For a time, he had felt the greatest peace he had ever known, because he could finally be free of his previous life where they were in constant turmoil. But there was still some part of him that mourned for Vehn and Vehl, that part of him which he felt could never bring him peace.
One day, the force known as Fate stepped into his life. He had heard of it influencing many on the world of Terrater, especially those like angels and demons with the power of foresight. But Ethan had never once decided to use it himself, as he felt that he would rather be surprised by life than to know what was happening beforehand. That was the day that someone from across the street walked up to him, peering at him with silver eyes that swirled with magic.
He had seen this girl many a time before, but had paid her little mind she she always went to the church across the street. She was obviously a human who had been changed by magic, as her hair color of pink was natural, dyed by the magic that now coursed through her veins. She wore glasses, black wristbands, a black dress with pink rims, and on her neck was what looked to be a dog collar of sorts – pink in color with a small silver tag. The diamond pin on her chest was pink and silver, betraying her status; she was a servant to a noble.
“My name is Elizabeth,” she said calmly, lowering herself into a respectful bow. “I am a seer. I will make this short, Ethan. A demon from Vehl who is new to this world and young to your customs will be coming this way. When she sees you, there will inevitably be a confrontation. I have informed the proper authorities so you will not need to worry about her harming you. I am merely providing a friendly warning. You're welcome.”
Ethan was genuinely at a loss for words as the woman walked away. She had answered every thought that he had just as he was about to respond. She did say she was a seer, he thought to himself, turning back to his regular post at the door. His nerves were on edge as he peered into the crowd, nervously looking for someone he hadn't seen before. But there were so many people that he didn't recognize, so many he had neglected to pay attention to until that very moment.
His blue eyes met glowing red, which flashed with anger at their connection. It was at that moment that he truly felt fear for the first time; as before, war was just the way of life. On a world where there was supposed to be peace, a woman with hair the color of blood was not supposed to be rushing towards him screaming at the top of her lungs. But there was, and he could only watch in his horror as she came towards him, slicing into the skin of innocent bystanders.
But it was as the seer said, for a red-scaled humanoid in golden armor stepped into view, running a blade straight through the demon's gut. The woman collapsed to the ground in pain, and was swiftly taken away by other authorities. When the scaled person turned, it was then he recognized her as a dragon who had transformed themselves to have a human-like body shape. Though her orange eyes had a harsh look to them, she bowed her head to him out of acknowledgement, Ethan simply nodding back out of shock and awe.
He was snapped out of it by another person brushing by his shoulder, and he looked towards the people now gathering around the area. Some of them were healers, come to take those that had been wounded by the demon in question. A guilty feeling settled into his gut, and he stepped forward to offer his help. This is my fault, he thought sorrowfully, If she hadn't have seen me, those people wouldn't be hurt.
Ultimately, he could do nothing but to help put some of the wounded onto stretchers to go to the hospitals. As far as he knew, none of the wounds were deadly, but some were particularly deep. Probably the ones that stood in the way, came the nagging thought, The ones that were protecting me. After the whole mess was sorted, he wiped the tears that had been forming from his face, simply praying that everyone would be alright in the end.
Ethan raised his head to look at the building across the street, the one that Elizabeth went to. He still didn't want to use his own power, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad to consult someone else on the matter. Absentmindedly, he looked at his robe, realizing it may be a bad idea to walk into the building with it on. It was then he reminded himself that he had another sermon to give that morning, so any consulting would have to come later, when he could switch out with another preacher.
He plodded on through his sermon until it was time for someone else to take the stand, going to change into different clothing just so he wouldn't stick out as a sore thumb. His wings disappeared as well, since he didn't know what the others thought of angels at all and he didn't want to offend anyone. Taking a deep breath, he walked out of his building and opened the door to the building across the street, stepping inside to peer around.
It was an exact replica of his church, just slightly darker and with different symbolism. The representations of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water were displayed at the left and right walls, with the element of Spirit hovering over the empty pedestal. The people there were laughing and talking in wait of their preacher, all except for Elizabeth, who sat at the front of the room providing atmospheric music with a violin. That was when another woman stepped out of the darkness, a cold shiver running up Ethan's spine as the room fell silent.
“Welcome,” she greeted, fangs slipping out of her mouth, betraying that she was a vampire. “It seems we have a visitor from the church opposite us, please give him a warm welcome.” The dark-haired woman motioned towards him with a smile, and the room erupted with applause as well as some cheering. Weren't they supposed to be enemies with his church?
When the vampire lead them into prayer, Elizabeth beckoned to him. He scooted around the edge of the building to follow her into a stairwell that lead into a downstairs basement area. It was also quite large, but it didn't seem to have anything in it other than lighting. It was then that two chairs materialized out of thin air opposite each other, one that she sat in and the other she motioned to. Ethan sat across from her, somewhat bewildered at the whole thing, but less so than he would have been if he hadn't have been on Terrater for several years.
“I must apologize for my abruptness earlier,” she stated calmly, which made him somewhat curious. “It is hard for me sometimes, being what I am. I see the many ways that a situation has happened or will happen and I never get used to it. I imagine you have some questions for me. Please, speak freely.”
“Ah, yes,” he said nervously, coughing as if to clear his throat. “I noticed that I was given applause as I entered. That seems a bit weird for people who are apparently supposed to hate each other.”
“So is mating with someone you're supposed to hate,” she replied, though her tone was still calm. “But you have seen how little hate really means on this planet. Former people at war coming to love each other, as if it never meant anything at all.” Ethan should have expected this sort of thing from a seer as good as she seemed to be, but he was still a little bit hurt by these facts that she so calmly worded.
“So you're saying that it's just another duality?” he questioned. “Just another perception gone horribly wrong by another species?”
“Reality isn't filled with black and white,” she said, “There is so many shades of grey that it is hard to see just where the lines lay between. It is the individual's perception of right and wrong that make things black, white, and everything that lays between. It is you who chooses to react in certain ways, you who decides what to think and do.”
“That makes a lot of sense,” he murmured, taking his eyes away from hers for a moment. His memories flashed with all the wounded people outside his doorstep because a demon had decided he was a threat. I wish I had done something, he thought, instead of acting like a coward.
“That blood is not on your hands, Ethan,” she said in response to his thoughts, which either meant that she could read minds or her powers were just that great. “She is the one who chose to react poorly. But she is now regretting her decision, and she will have to pay the price. A task for each citizen she harmed in cold blood, which she will agree to. When she is ready, she will also apologize to you, though she may still dislike you for the memory of a war that has been waging for eons.”
“She may dislike me?” he speculated, before realizing something. If this woman was truly a great seer, then she would see not only one future, but all the possible futures that could happen due to a slight change of events. He looked at Elizabeth in that moment, and she smiled for the first time, breaking her mask of calm for a moment just to confirm his suspicions.
“I cannot pretend that I know everything,” she said with humor, “But I do know a lot of things. My visions are voluntary at the best of times, but even I cannot fully grasp the complexity that is Fate itself. If it is an important thing that I must know, I may even get an involuntary glimpse of the past or future, but it is often a choice of mine to know what is going to happen. Unlike you, I find it would be better to know the future, but we grew up two very different ways and are two very different people.”
“Fair enough,” he laughed. “Though I suppose I do have another curiosity. That preacher was a vampire, right?” Elizabeth nodded, her eyes looking somewhat intrigued for once. “Well, how do you feel safe with something like that as a preacher?” It was then that she actually pursed her lips, her eyes looking at him almost sorrowfully, as if out of pity.
“I will forgive you that offence,” she quietly replied. “She is not only a preacher, but a very successful business woman and my Mistress. Just because she is a vampire does not automatically make her a bad person – in fact, quite the opposite. Did you consider that she was once human too? That she is not the type of vampire that feels the need to kill others just to sate her thirst?”
Ethan hung his head in reply, betraying that he hadn't considered such a thing. He was supposed to be a non-judgmental person, but he had judged someone based entirely on their species without getting to know them first. It was against everything he had been working for; against his belief in forgiveness, hope, and love for all.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered, guilt consuming him in that moment. “I shouldn't have judged her purely based on my perceptions of vampires. I know this is a world of peace, so if she was evil she would be long gone by now. But I know your status – you are the servant of a noble, which means she is the noble in question. If the royal family didn't see her as worthy of that status, she wouldn't be.”
“True,” came the calm reply, her eyes filled with the warmth of her smile. “I forgive you. But such words aren't enough to get you to forgive yourself. The only true way that you may gain closure is to talk to her yourself.” As if on cue, applause sounded from upstairs, signifying that the sermon was over. Elizabeth rose from her chair like a flash, stepping quickly to wait by the door, Ethan glued to his seat out of both curiosity and bewilderment.
The dark figure of a woman in a dress came down the stairs, her hands clasped in front of her. Elizabeth bowed deeply to the woman as she came back into view, her dark hair glistening blue, like a demon's wing feathers. She smiled at him as she walked, though little to no sound actually came from her steps, making her seem as graceful and elegant as she looked. The woman gracefully placed herself in the chair opposite him, her ice blue eyes looking into his with an unexpected warmth.
“My name is Nerezza,” she said in a silken tone, her voice sending shivers down his spine. “I understand you are Ethan. Elizabeth told me that you might want to talk to me after the sermon, so I have come here to to talk. It is unwise to ignore the word of a seer, after all.” She smirked then, her fangs slipping over her lips in an almost involuntary way, but she closed her lips back over them reflexively as if ashamed by their presence.
“Yes,” he gasped, surprised that he had trouble finding his own voice, so he cleared his throat and spoke with more certainty. “I have horribly misjudged you, it seems. On first glance I noticed your... condition... and I thought you a hazard to the people at the church. Elizabeth has informed me that you are not so much of one as I thought.” He felt nervous, but she smiled for a moment – as if to say she had forgiven him – before returning to her thoughts.
“My... 'condition', as you put it, is only truly dangerous to me,” she said, a hint of sorrow touching her voice. “My type of vampirism is a disease that eats away the body if one does not consume blood. When I first became a vampire, I refused to drink it, but I was convinced by my 'family' that it would be healthier to not deny myself my needs. However, I have never taken blood from the unwilling, and most of the blood I now drink is donated by other people who are generously compensated.”
Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, having found a new respect for not only Nerezza, but for people as a whole. Just because someone is portrayed as evil, doesn't mean they are, he thought to himself, I am such a fool. But there was still something nagging at the back of his mind, something he felt he needed to ask someone with more life experience than he had.
“I can see perceptive changing on a species I barely know,” he started, even though he knew it would sound bad. “But what about the demons? How am I supposed to forgive them when they were my greatest enemies? How does anyone forgive them?” Nerezza smiled her fanged smile, a knowing look in her eyes that seemed to comfort him somehow.
“You hold a grudge because they have found a peace together that you longed for on your world,” she replied. “Maybe your war is needless, but sometimes war is necessary for change. If they have come here to change their perspective on life, who are you to judge their decision? If you sit idly by in envy, you will never have that happiness for yourself.”