Prologue

Running…fear… it was the only thing that was going through the man’s mind. He couldn’t see, his eyes were blinded with sweat running down his face, but he wouldn’t stop. He just kept running and running, fearing that whatever creature was behind him would catch up and – He swallowed, and stopped suddenly, panting, and trying to regain his lost energy. Struck with sudden realization, he looked around, looking for anything moving in that bitter darkness. Biting his lip he tried to kill the fear, like daggers in his stomach, difficult to overcome. He slowly pulled out the flashlight from his pocket, and shone its faint light to the right, and slowly to the left, but saw nothing but the cold rock walls of the mausoleum staring right back him. A bead of sweat quietly made its path down his face, as his flashlight exploded with a loud bang, leaving him tapping his way through the seemingly endless hall. He felt a heavy breath on his neck, then a terrifying scream…excruciating pain was the only thing he felt when he went flying against a wall with a smack, losing his consciousness.

Groaning the man woke up, with his hands, feet tied up with rope and his mouth a dusty smelling cloth. He was bleeding heavily from his stomach, and the back of his head. “May I?” the voice sounded hoarse and boyish. It followed by a horrifying laughter, cold and heartless, almost inhuman. “Kill him,” the voice commanded. The man struggled like a trapped mouse, ignoring all the pain he received from his burning wounds. A light lit up somewhere; it was a candle, a black candle. He looked up, and stared at the hooded face of a boy, covered in deep red blood. The boy pulled out a tiny flask and broke it on the floor. The noise of the glass shattering filled the room, and drops of a black syrupy liquid flew into his face. He stepped on the hit spot with his foot, and dragged it around the man, as if drawing a symbol. The boy knelt down in front of the man’s head, and pulled out a shining dagger, with gold hilt, and a big black opal stuck in ends of the hand guard. He lifted it up over his head with one hand and did the same with his other hand and made them meet at the top. “Defungo”, he whispered. Die. He brought the dagger down onto his chest with a lightning fast movement, piercing right through his heart. In his last seconds, the man saw a flashing circle with a demonic looking eye in the middle, surrounded by strange hieroglyphs.

Chapter 1

He woke up with a groan. How long did he sleep? What time was it? These questions went through his head. He slowly opened an eye, and quickly closed it again when the bright rays of sun shone into it. He lazily tried getting up, but tripped and landed near the cobalt colored wall of his room. Zombie-like, he treaded to the bathroom. Cain stared at his reflection.