~ Ch. 4 - Dreams’ Past ~

Ewen Alistar was a hero of the past, a man of the sword and part of the world famous "Trion Titans". I only have very few memories of him and his friends as they were always gone off defending me, their families, and friends. There were three smaller groups that served the Trion Titans as soldiers. Each member had their own platoon.

My father was "The Blood Barons' ', now these men were not of royal descent, the name just made it sound cool. My father would always tell me stories of his pilgrimages through most of the eastern world, mainly though through Asia. One story my father told me about, that really had me hooked on becoming just like him and his friends. The story that my father, unofficially titled, "The Soulmonger War ''. I was about seven at the time my father first told me about this story.

Inside the dream I was sitting by my father's side as he told me about his last adventure he was on. Just then I felt my soul be pulled out of my young body and set in the eye of the observer inside my own dream. a soul that was not seen or heard but only given witness to the events that occur. I began to see through my father's eyes, seeing the events unfold as he told me about it.

We were heading out on our usual routine, Trevor and the 'Higher Monarchs' headed off to fight in the land of dragons* Uncle Jack and the Dune Prowlers explored the deserts of the East, and Me and the Blood Baron's had the southern countries of Asia; but one particular country had me and the baron's there for several months. Thailand.

It was smooth sailing for the first few weeks that we stayed there, only the occasional uproar of local Soulmongers that owned some of the coastline along the Andaman Sea. A few days after the time of relaxation there was a great uproar from the Soulmongers. They began to invade inland into the local villages and kill off all those that resisted.

We caught wind of this, shy too late. The village was pillaged and the supplies either stolen or destroyed. At that moment it was our turn to take action! We planned for months before even arriving in Thailand, how we were to eradicate the soulmongers. It was time to put theory into practice. We began our attack discreetly so as to not draw attention to the soulmongers of our movements. As I remember it was a cold night for such a location as The Andaman Sea, the cold was irregular for its location; yet we did not lose our heads over such things.

We entered the encampment and took out all the night guards swiftly so as to not awaken the rest of the mongers. There were a few close calls but it was handled swiftly. Their leader always hides himself in a nearby cave for protection. This is when the trouble arose. We were spotted by a scout whose own smarts got the best of him. Though we were detected, the archers made quick work of him. Now the real battle had begun. As more of the soulmongers arose the more the word had gotten to their leader. He escaped at the last moment before his forces were engulfed in arrows. The time it took to track down the commander soulmonger was what made things worse.

He had the ability to turn those who were at loss of hope into soulmongers. Since it was a very impoverished area of the country there was no problem for him to build up a force so quickly in the few hours he had escaped. They traveled with unthinkable speed. Luckily the men were equipped to handle such attacks. We did not want to harm those who were influenced by the power of the commander soulmonger. We incapacitated most of the force. The commander had almost escaped if it wasn't for Jack's force, we surely would have lost all sight of the commander.

Jack had finished doing a mission in the Xinjiang desert and made haste down south to aid us. He ambushed the commander and his few remaining loyal guards. We took away the weapon that had turned the people into soulmongers, and locked away the commander soulmonger in the hidden prison. There was no hope left for him for he was assassinated shortly after his capture in the prison. Some say his soul haunts those who killed him, but there is no recorded record of the case. My visions of his past faded quickly as he finished talking about the adventure. For some reason this conversation with my dad was the most vivid memory for me.

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My thoughts began to drift into another set of memories that were more recent and gave light to the current crisis that had struck our planet. It was the day when we received the first report of a malicious attack from an otherworldly creature, captured on video. It was during my first job when I joined the Blood Barons. A cold blood, deathwalker known as Vincent. He was one of the first alpha's that were born into the line of Nosferatu, under his son Alucard. Vincent was a well known vampire to the Trion Titans. Some say he was Jack the Ripper leaving behind similar patterns. The video was deemed unfit for television, but it was playing live the day of its recording.

Vincent walked in frame from the left and was back a distance but still in view of the camera. It must have been surreal for that poor young reporter, a beautiful red-head who was on her way up the executive ladder, on her last run as field agent before she was to pick up the role of Chief of Staff at a prestigious media office. Vincent moved silently as if he was floating and being pulled on a cart with wheels, but there was no such thing; it was simply his own movements. He raised his hand just out of reach from her and suddenly you could see her mind was being invaded with whispers submitting herself to Vincent, it was truly horrifying. All light seemed to fade from her eyes as she slowly dropped the mic and turned towards Vincent. The cameraman was freaking out at this point and made the mistake that was undeniable proof that Vincent was the real deal.

With a quick motion of his other hand he sent a psionic mind blast that pushed the cameraman back against a wall of the building behind him. You could hear him struggling. With the reporter still under his mind control she stood there zombie-like as Vincent walked closer and grabbed the cameraman by the throat and lifted him off his feet. "Looks like I have both a new matriarch and our first feast as a couple." Vincent cracked a sadistic smile that sent shivers down your spine, even through video. "You blood-sucking son of a bitch!" cursed the cameraman, who seemed to be part of a fringe group of fanboys that followed a popular series at the time. It was both embarrassing and tragic. "You seem to no longer entertain me, meat." Vincent spat out the words as if poison was on his tongue. With that Vincent crushed the cameraman's throat and ripped out his jugular. The camera bounced and showed his bloody corpse and turned on end toward the reporter and Vincent, though it seemed coincidental it was too smooth for us to tell, some say Vincent was able to move the camera with his mind.

Vincent bit into the beautiful girl's neck as if it were an apple. You could hear her snap out of his mind control as he gripped her arms tight enough to draw blood at his fingertips. Her scream became almost blood curdling as the realization of what was happening to her manifested in her mind. Vincent clenched his teeth from her and told her what she had to do next if she wanted to live. "Bite me, my sweet if you wish to live. Drink of my blood and become one of us." Vincent's words just rolled of his tongue giving off his accent which was very transylvanian. "Ung... rrhh... ngn...noooo, please..." Her words were broken as the pain winced through her body sending shockwaves of bloodthirst to her brain. She was in tears as her reality crumbled around her. "Ggrrraahhg..." She grumbled and leaped towards Vincent and clamped down on his neck. "Yes my child, yes... I share willingly my blood with you." Vincent wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to his body pressing up against her in ways that made you see his nature. Only a few moments after this he leaped into the air and out of camera never to be seen again... yet... I thought to myself, as my hunt for him still continues to this day.

Another fierce adversary amongst the Deathwalkers. Vincent was clearly preparing for the new world, this was on the cusp of the Dark Kaiser Wars that took place during my father's youth, Vincent was part of the reason he became a guardian of the Sion Trinity. They were a society of intellectuals who were servants of God under the temple of Sion. A group of devout followers of the three. They were given the charge by divine order to seek out all evil and see that the light shines upon them to keep order. They were trained and educated in several fields of study, seeing as there was a divine plan that gave them the mission to shine light on all the evil in the world to keep order.

Now this may seem strange as there was no context given for their mission. So these words could be interpreted in many ways and should not distract you from the truth. This is where all who followed in the footsteps of faith can give direction to. Good and Evil do exist and there is a natural order to all things. One must see beyond these things and understand for the whole. We are to co-exist in a balance of harmony because creation demands it so. Not that it commands anyone to give up free will, our lives are but shards of the whole and we all seek truth and understanding of what makes up the universe. As we observe each other as a whole.

The Sion Trinity were the first of the kinds of ghostbusters of our present. We seek to understand each other and to take part in it. This is how creation flows in all of its parts. I am Nephilum, born part human and angel. Demons are but fallen angels that have loved God's creation too much, but their intentions are good... so they say... I am just Marcus Alistar of the Sion Trinity, last surviving guardian. My mission is clear and my mind is made up, our lives must progress in a direction that counts.

I felt myself being pulled back to that place. Where the sun did not speak of, we must all find guidance in our roles, for we are only humans who love too much... My eyes snapped open and I shot up from resting my head on the desk. The presence was gone, and my reality came clear. I am to aid the Death Hunter Corp. and become the best, last guardian of Sion.