Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

*thwack! *

Rezar grunted in pain as he stumbled forward, the rock Priest had thrown dug deep into his side, breaking ribs and causing internal injury. At this point Priest was no longer pulling his punches, while his strength couldn't be considered amongst the top in Elysium, the old man had enough experience and knowledge to trump everyone else, and in all that he just wanted to be a clergyman…. It absolutely did not make sense to Rezar.

"You have learnt the art of death Rezar, you know what it means to fight, to die, to kill and to win. You've learn that in every battle you might have to face, you should give no quarter to your enemy, show no mercy and pull back no punches until that enemy is completely underneath your feet and control. But the Path of kings is very different from the art of war, in fact the art of war is just one of the foundation blocks of the path of kings, now!"

A blade whistled through the air, and sunk itself into Rezar's chest, it flew so fast that he was unable to evade quickly enough, and given that his hands, and eyes were bound he was completely unable to see or even react properly. Rezar silently cursed at Priest, by now he had really sharp senses, but for some reason it seemed Priest knew how to circumvent it, or rather Rezar had no idea how to properly use them.

"A vampire is unlike any other race in Elysium, they were never an option available for players and uploads to use, and that was because Elysium even with all of its flaws, is a mirror of the real world, its legends, its stories, its adventures, its curse and its blessings. For a world that preaches eternal life based on constant reincarnation, an immortal vampire goes against everything it stands for.

And then the prejudice against the death class holders came to light, it was a situation so terrible that many had likened it to the middle ages or the time when witches were being burnt in Salem. It was terrible, vampires and a couple of other blood races were the way the death classes clapped back, and they did so with more fury and anger than Elysium could handle.

In the end no one cared that the death class holders were once subjected to tortures and horrors unimaginable to the human mind, Elysium, the paradise of the afterlife became a hell as even the death class holders forgot the hell they went through and truly became everything that everyone thought they were. Killers, monsters, a taboo.

That was a time were kings and emperors ruled the land in abundance, but none of them from either side were willing to see the bigger picture. And the vampire king, so beset by his rage and his hunger for revenge ravage everything in his path, and the Necron helped make that a reality. It is a book of death as it is a book of life, constantly drawn to not just the most powerful death class user, but also with one that has the potential to be a vampire or is a vampire."

Rezar paused, his brows furrowed in confusion as he turned in the direction of Priest." What are you trying to imply old man?" he asked as he moved his head sharply to the side, dodging another rock that would have planted itself in the middle of his forehead.

"There are many requirements to using the Necron, race being a vampire, having a death class, and ultimately proving yourself to be a true king. But of course what makes a true king, honestly no one knows, because men and women who have wielded the Necron after the first vampire king without the proper properties, have all had rather terrible deaths, all from events perfectly orchestrated by the Necron, it is not just a book, but a living thing with the power of a God.

Whether or not you get to becomes its new master, it matters not. But the qualities and values of a true king is something I'm going to beat into your sorry ass. Number one, no matter how powerful a king you are, know that Pride. Goes. Before. FALL!"

Rezar found himself blasted backwards as the smell of sizzling flesh filled the small cave that had been dug out for them to practice in, the pain was palpable, but it didn't last long as opposed to others as the energy that caused the pain quickly became what made it heal even faster than normal.

Rezar didn't like being thrown around and forbidden from using his own skills, but he couldn't help but admit that Priest was right, he had to get his rapidly inflating ego in check.

"Regardless of the fact that you are a man with a death class, Rezar you must have the qualities of humility, kindness, fortitude, resistance, rigidity in both mind and body, greed, selfishness, Mercy, mercilessness, Grace, Amicability, and handsomeness! But lucky for you, you ain't that ugly kid.

A king is as much his strength, as he is his character and his appearance. You'll be learning many things from me Rezar, dancing, talking because you talk like a fucking Barbarian! How to eat, how to walk and how to carry yourself. Because if you don't do all this, Gynaika will end up ruling your kingdom before its even born and all you'll be is a puppet on a throne married to a snake of a woman that gives even myself goosebumps.

She won't betray you, but she'll make you weak without you even realizing what's happening, conflict should not just be all that you know, the pen is mightier than the sword, and even in a world like Elysium where might makes right, that proverb is still very true. But before we can start all that we have to make sure you're in tune with your physical capabilities. Not everything you can do with your body is a skill, and some skills are what your body can do.

So get in tune with your senses, get in tune with the world in front of you, because vampires are creatures of life and death, hanging on the precipice of both nothingness and everything that should and may be.

Cut off from the ravages of time, able to breathe and feel, and talk and live like everyone else, but needing a true essence of life to be able to properly survive. Vampires are not werewolves we… they do not rely on instincts and neither are they driven by their hunger as the werewolves are driven by the frenzy of the new moon. Every word, every sound, every kill is a choice and each and every single choice is one of power and prestige. Master your body, and you will master your skills!"