A/N: Sorry about the short chapter last time . Wanted to leave you with something before I went to dads. Also, if you don't know what a cassock is, its that thing which priests wear and Neo wears in The Matrix Reloaded. If you don't know what a nunchaku is, email me and I'll send you a picture. Next update will be for Eye of the Storm.

Chapter 7

          Voltage shook his head in wonder. He had only been here two days and already people were threatening to kill him in this world as well.

"OK, lets go then." He said, his voice quavering slightly as he said this.

"Very well, I shall lead the way" Orin strode to the huge mahogany door, the only dark patch on the exterior of the whole building. He stood in front of it for a moment with his eyes closed. He suddenly opened them and placed his hand on the door. "SLEIGHT" He called, the wind carrying it off and throwing it to the clouds. There was a deep crack as of a tree spitting in half and Orin stood back. Before him the doors opened slowly and revealed a pair of guards. Their wings were folded behind their backs and deep vestments, hid their faces. Only their eyes shone out from behind the hoods, both their eyes and vestment's colors were according to the element that the guards had slight power over. The guard to the right put a sword in front of Orin and stopped him.

"Well, well. If it isn't the angel of light!" The guard said in a mocking tone and the other guffawed stupidly. "Tenebrae" He said and his sword burst into black shapes shifting into each other and splitting again. He leered at Lumenarius and tilted his head; before the guard could make another stupid comment two sword tips were at his throat and another on his friend's. He looked down at them and a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"What is the meaning of this?!" A regal voice echoed through the hallway, bouncing off each wall and receding to the ceiling, fifty feet away. Voltage looked down the corridor and saw an elderly, grey-bearded man bustling down the corridor, leaning heavily on a staff. "Tenebrae, Lumenarius. Stop this petty grudge, I swear, you are both angels! Opposition of elements should not guide your actions." Slowly, Tenebrae and the others lowered their swords, resent written on their faces.

"I understand, sensei." Orin said to the man, never taking his eyes from Tenebrae's.

"I too." Tenebrae said in his low voice.

"Orin, father would like to see you." The priest looked at Voltage awkwardly and seemed to claw for words before saying. "Yes, can I help you?"

"Ah yes. Sensei Trellin, this is Voltage." Orin stood to the side and held Voltage's shoulder as he said this. Voltage bowed as low as he could, always keeping eye contact. Trellin dropped his head slightly in, what Voltage assumed was a bow. Trellin wore a cassock, which disguised his thin frame from the world. His bony hands held the staff, which Voltage had just noticed, was made of pure white marble, with deep inscriptions etched down the sides. An angel's head of marble adorned the top, the hood thrown back to reveal a grisly face. The skin drawn back so far that the outlines of his bones were apparent on the marble carving. Sensei Trellin noticed Voltage looking at the carving.

"He is Dammadine. The first angel. He still lives and this is his appearance. The carving is enchanted so it changes with age, it also serves as a life monitor of sorts." He raised it out to Voltage. "I assure you, it is only harmful to vampires." A smile quirked his lips and Voltage softly took it from his hand. Suddenly his vision blurred and the world spun out of control. He fell to his knees, the only thing keeping him up even that far was the staff but he didn't know any of this. He was seeing with different eyes.

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          Acid burned through the night sky, searing through angel armour and flesh alike. Voltage looked down at the battle that was taking place. Angels flew through the air; their multi-colored wings a huge contrast to the black and brown masses they were fighting against. Huge black dragons, like vipers spat acid through the sky, hitting angels occasionally and otherwise just fizzling on the ground. On the ground the masses of black were holding crude versions of firearms. Fire flared out of the ends of gun barrels for every twenty or so shots, an angel fell to the ground. The angels were winning. Voltage suddenly flew up, not of his own accord. He flew from the cliff top and landed on the floor. The battlefield came to a halt.

Amidst the silence were whispers of "It can't be!" and "Dammadine, the holy one." Unfortunately, some of the vampires were not as clever as others. One example raised his small handgun and fired. The bullet glided through the air toward Voltage or Dammadine in seemingly slow motion. The bullet and an inscription on the side, Vampirus Tenebrae. Vampire Night. It seemed that some of the knowledge Dammadine had was also open for Voltage to hear. The bullet's inscription had morphogenic properties. The victim who got hit with it would turn into a vampire as well. The process took several days and was very painful. He also knew that Dammadine had killed angels who had begun the change. It was better for them to die than turn into the black horde.

The bullet was only five feet away when Dammedine reached for his nunchaku. He drew them fluidly and with the right stick reflected the bullet, spinning round in a circle as he did this, smashing the still moving stick into the legs of the vampire nearest. He carried on spinning round till he had spun 360 and watched the bullet bore its way into the vampire and its head explode. His nunchaku burst into holy, white flames. Delight painted his face as he watched the stunned expression of the vampires.

"I am Dammedine. Slayer of all of thou, unholy." He smiled again and swung the nunchaku.

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          "Voltage, speak child." The voice of Trellin echoed from thousands of miles away it seemed to take years for Voltage to respond.

"I was in him." He slowly opened his eyes and found himself still kneeling, being supported by the staff. "I was seeing through Dammedine's eyes."

Trellin looked shocked. "What did you see, child?" A clunk resonated through the corridor as his staff hit the floor.

"Great fields of battle. Dragons shooting down angels with foul acid. My… No. Dammedine's nunchaku blazing with white fire. The angels were winning…" The room was silent. Trellin bent over and picked up the staff, regarding the face sagely, slowly a tear trickled down his face and splashed on the floor. "Have I said something wrong?"

"No child, forgive me. I am an old man, plagued by memories…" With that he swept away, his robes rustling off into the distance. At around twenty feet away he stopped and lowered his head as if in pain. "Take him to Father. Tell Father of this. No one else must know." He then walked the rest of the corridor, his staff clunking on the floor.

A/N: Bwahahahahaha! You have to wait to see Father coz next is Eye of the Storm! :P Well, Gotta leave you with SOMETHING to mull over!