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But it also hides a dark secret from before Salem was founded. Those who knew about it
were dead or forgotten, the secret never escaping their lips. All who had placed it there
were sworn to this secrecy. All that remained of the secret was now the urban myth of
snakes in the sewer that grew to impossible size... and those had been proven false years
ago. But deep down, between the lines of the books of those who buried him, it tells his
story. The secret is spoken of in Genesis.
"AaaaaAAAAaaaaAAHHHHhhhHH!!!" A girl screamed. "Gavin, what is this place!?"
Gavin looked in amazement at the room he had stumbled into. It was [i][b][u]
huge[/u][/b][/i]. The room must have been the size of three city blocks. The walls were
smooth stone bricks that seemed to be glazed together, with cracks jutting thinly in only
weakest of points. Vines seeped through those thin cracks, but never more than an inch,
and some even had dark crimson flowers blooming on the vines. The floor was less
preserved, vines coming from the cracks and laying along large parts of the floor. Snakes of
what appeared to be infinite variety littered the floor, all of which seemed to be dead. Some
were closely colored with the vines, others were easy to distinguish between.. There was
even one snake that had to be at least fifty feet long, but luckily it was curled up far away
from the crypt. Gavin walked through with a flashlight, strangely compelled to the strange
coffin-like object in the middle. He pushed the lid down with a loud boom, dust flying into
the air. After the air had cleared, he could not help but stare in horror and fascination.
"Gavin, let's go." Karey whimpered slightly, shying away from the snakes."Gavin?"
"Just a minute, Karey!" Gavin called back, looking at the strange decrepit corpse in the
tomb. The corpse was old, but well preserved. Too well preserved for it to have been here
as long as it would have taken for all that dust to form on top of the crypt. The body was of
an old man, wrinkled and leathery. His skin was olive colored, his fingernails all at least two
inches and razor sharp. His hair was grey-white and over a foot long. He was clothed in a
black silk cloth that appeared to be just a simple ribbon that wrapped around his entire
body, very similar to a mummy. Except that for some reason, Gavin didn't feel like those
clothes were a means to preserve him, but a means to [i]identify[/i] him. All along the
ribbon were shimmering black engravements that gave the ribbon the ethereal appearance
of being scales. On the man's neck was a dark, golden amulet with the symbol of a two
headed snake on it.
He had taken his girlfriend and a couple friends with him on this little dare, and he wanted
to return with proof that he'd been here. That amulet should do... Gavin reached down to
take the amulet off the corpse's neck and....
"Ow!" Gavin cut his hand on a thorn of the ivy growing around the corpse. The blood
dripped on to the corpse's dark blue lips.
Cassara's eyes opened, and his hand was immediately at the pathetic mortal's neck. No
sooner had he moved than the snakes sprang to life around him, immediately circling the
group and trapping them. He listened not to their pathetic pleas and screams for help as he
tore into the human's neck, draining him of all his blood and tearing his heart out. He
smiled at the others, and grinned. His old, ancient face was hideous to behold... one might
even mistake him for a Nosferatu, if one were knowledgeable of vampiric society. He took a
bite out of the heart in his hands, smiling at their terrified faces.
He moved lithely, however, much like the snakes around him, and his fingers became what
looked like snake fangs, while a hole opened in his palms. He grabbed the man's girlfriend
and sunk his teeth into her, while shoving his hands into the chest of the other two mortals.
He loved the feel of their warm blood trickling over his hands, the crunch of their bones as
he grasped their ribcages. He loved the sound of their screams, unheard by all in the never
ending sewers. He loved the taste of their blood, as he drank from all three, one with his
mouth and the other two with his hands. As he drank, he drank information as well... the
date, the history while he had been away... oh what a strange word this was...
"Hehe..." He tore their bodies apart and allowed for their remains fall to the ground, and the
snakes devoured the peices.
[i]Maaaaasssssssssteeeeeeer....[/i] his army said in unison. [i]Weeee have awaited your
awaaaakening for sssssssenturiessssssss nooooow....[/i]
"This world will do..." He smiled through the darkness, his serpentine eyes gleaming. "I will
take this world... and all shall yield to my power... but first...."
He placed a hand to his face and tore his skin from his bones. Old, aged skin fell to the
ground, and was replaced with newer, youthful looking skin. He shed his skin more and
more, until the old, decrepit man was replaced fully with a youthful, muscular young man.
He shifted, his arms and legs molding into one another, and his body becoming larger and
larger until he was long enough to circle the entire room twice over. He slid along the
sewers, navigating them like an expert, until he reached a pothole. He flew up, and
morphed back into his nude human form. He placed a small snake around his wrist.
"Hehehehe....ehehehehahaha... EhEHEHAHAHAEHAHHAH!!!" He hissed to the sky, [i]come
my servants, today we rise!!!![/i]
The result was a terror never spoken of in Salem. Snakes from everywhere within the city
flocked to him, a literal army of snakes to his command. Snakes of all kinds slid through the
streets and sewers of Salem to meet their master. The only snake that did not come was
Cassara's favorite, the fifty foot snake that had been sleeping near his crypt, and that was
only because the snake had to find an alternative means to leave the sewers.
Then there were the vampires. Two came, because only two had been in the area at the
time. They looked at the screaming humans and the snake-like man in fear, but knew he
could not be that powerful. After all, his aspect of the predator was lower than theirs, so he
probably was just an idiot Kindred putting on a show of animalism. They drew weapons and
"You mean to kill me for breaching the masquerade?" Cassara asked them curiously, not
caring how feral they might look. They were pathetic neonates, the both of them. "Don't
worry. None of the mortals here will live to tell the tale of this night. I'll make sure of it."
One of the vampires attacked him, and he nimbly dodged her, looking into her eyes with his
own hypnotic gaze. She stared at him, unable to focus, and he pointed at her friend and
said, "Tear him apart."
She turned to her friend, who was too stunned by her betrayal to avoid as her claws dug
into him, sending him into torpor almost immediately.
"Good...Gooood... Now do the same to yourself." He smiled as her blood hit the floor in a
violent splatter. He lifted them both up with his hands and began to diablorize both of them
at the same time, one with the Kiss, and the other with his claws. As they turned to ash, he
chuckled to himself.
[i]Kill them all[/i] He commanded to his army, and no sooner had the command come than
they immediately began to swarm the area, killing all who had seen him.
Only one girl survived, because he needed a follower. A puppet. A slave. Cassara had
decided to massacre this building himself. She sat there, in the corner with her toddler
brother, crying. Blood was on the walls, the bedsheets, everywhere. The bodies of her
parents were... we'll they weren't [i]missing[/i].... rather, they were laying in that room in
various locations. He looked down at the girl and whispered, "Do you want to live?"
The girl nodded fearfully, whimpering and pulling her brother closer to her protectively.
"Will you do anything to live?" He placed his fanged hands on her brother's shoulder,
causing a sharp gasp from both of them, and pulled him away from her.
The girl nodded again.
Cassara cut his wrist, and placed it to her mouth. "Drink."
She did as she was told, drinking it reluctantly at first, but then beginning to feel the rush of
the blood. She couldn't stop herself, and Cassara forced her away from him. He pressed
himself to her, touching the soft flesh of her skin. She squirmed slightly, unused to and
uncomfortable with this carnality. She was, after all, only a girl. He whispered in her ear as
he played with her, "Do you want more?"
She nodded, and reluctantly stopped squirming. He placed a snake to her lips.
"Eat up. Swallow, don't bite."
She looked at the snake in horror, but nodded reluctantly. Anything for that feeling...
anything to survive. She ate the snake, without taking a single bite out of it, and forced a
smile at him, feeling it worm inside her.
"Good, good." He placed her baby brother in front of her and stared into her eyes with his
own hypnotic gaze. "Now kill him."
Five years later, and Cassara had managed to avoid detection long enough for the stain of
diablorie to wear off. Of course, he'd had to kill a couple kindred to keep make that true,
but their lives meant nothing to him. He had forgotten...why had he been sleeping? He
remembered he was old... old as time itself... in fact, he'd yet to meet someone half as old
as he was. And he remembered a face... a girl, young... weak. Feral, animalistic, and
beautiful. A gangrel. He remembered a name too, but he would not act until he knew the
importance of this woman. Looking to the sky, he hissed with his own dark promise that he
would learn why he remembered such a weak kindred, and how she was important.