The Following episode will be featuring Sergals. Sergals are a creation of Mick39 as part of her sci-fi world Vilous; this story is a fiction all its own, and the lore is unrelated to Mick39’s creation. Posted with permission.

Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

Entry 1

Growing up Vampires and Humans coexisted, and there was peace. They fed on the blood of animals instead of people, and we gave them equal rites and a place in our societies for those who desired. Even halfbreeds were a common sight. My best friend, Fratu Solindine, was a Vampire and this morning I had to kill him. Something has happened. Has Zurina, the Vampire Queen betrayed us or is something far worse happening here. My name is Vladamir Korvachoff, and I believe I am the last Human left in Catcheft. The streets, once sunlit and bustling, are now shrouded in darkness and silence. Listening to them feed is torture. I can hear the venom from their teeth spurt into the veins of their victims causing the blood to bubble out like a hot spring. I know what must be done, though I hoped it would not come to this. Oh God, I pray let me not be the last. Thy will be done, Thy kingdom come.

Vladamir closed his journal and prayed again, “Oh God, let me not be the last of Humanity. Thy will be done. Thy Kingdom come.” He could see the faintest illumination of red fall over his shoulder, the tell-tale sign of a hungry Vampire. A sign his best friend, Fratu had trained him to notice. Down on one knee, he pulled the tip of the blade from the ground and, holding it backward, stabbed it into the heart of the Vampire behind him. Then rolled over that Vampire’s back, swinging his sword with him and slashing it through the neck of another. He followed through with a stab to the heart so that the Vampire could not heal.

“You will not survive,” the Vampire with Vladamir’s sword in her heart wheezed as black tar dripped from her lips. “We are but children. Our father has returned to take the throne of Heaven. Look to the skies. Even now his wings blot out your sun.”

Vladamir thought for a moment, “Then I will fight in the shade,” he twisted his sword, finishing off the Vampiress and pulled it from her chest. “Under the light of God,” he said as she fell to the ground. His black, unkempt hair blew with the wind with his long jacket as he held the cross around his neck up and pressed it to his lips “Show me the path, Lord.” He looked at the dark and cloudy sky and saw a bolt of purple lightning strike far beyond Catcheft’s borders. He had never seen the like before. “I think I understand.” Then something caught his attention, it was the subtle red flare of a hungry Vampire’s eyes, “Red light,” he fired a single silver bolt from the crossbow mounted on his left arm without looking turning the Vampire to ash, “green light.” He began the journey to the purple lightning in the distance hoping and praying for a miracle.

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Westlands Grove, terraformed by Sergal magic lifetimes ago, was now a twisting and spiraling farmland more fertile than ever before. The Fennecs, Rabbits, and Coyotes of the Westlands had been forced to create equipment designed to keep them from falling off the upside down crops as the worked on them. Anchored ropes and spiked shows. Elevators and clever watering systems. All meant to maximize crop growth within the spiraled grove. It was midday, and the sun was bright when the ground began to move. “Citizens of Westland’s Grove? I seek my kin,” Skinner shouted. “ I know you are harboring them here. Every hour that passes until the Four are brought to me I will make a crop wither and die,” to show he meant business, Skinner caused earth to fold over a six anchor crop like a stormy sea of disks until there was nothing left but barren and unusable land in its place.

Then the earth rolled back and the crop was, and it had been, fertile with much to harvest. “Well, I’m no Sergal,” Aleister shouted from a distance, staring Skinner down with a grin, “however, I too seek the Four.”

Skinner could not believe what he saw, “Ajal?” He referred to Aleister’s axe with the name. It means Hour of Death.

“Ajal?” Aleister looked at his axe. He had no Idea it had been given a name. “I like it,” he held the business end of Ajal, the combined form of all his Wyyvern weapons perfectly resembling his signature axe of old, at Skinner. “First I want to know why you seek them. What is it you are planning?” Aleister had become accustomed to knowing all. The fact that he knew nothing of Skinner’s plans irritated him. The reason eluded him, but he would have that information at any cost. He had too. He had to know if the Fate he fought for needs Skinners plans to happen or fail or he could lose that Fate and doom the Multiverse in the long run.

Skinner could not summon his earth disks, Aleister was nullifying his magic, “Kull,” he ordered. The great bear held his great axe firmly as he charged Aleister and Aleister did not know whether Kull’s death would be a good or a bad Idea. Kull’s axe met Aleister’s axe with brutal ferocity and immense strength. Aleister, in his Knight form, was indestructible, but that did not stop Kull from picking him up with his great axe and smacking him to the ground several times before throwing him. Aleister got to his feet, nothing the Bear could do would be fatal to him, but that did not mean it did not hurt. With a mighty war cry, Kull rushed at Aleister and leaped, rearing his axe back for a heavy downward slash. He was stopped and blown back by a whirling disk of air and landed just in front of Skinner, using his great axe as an anchor to slow himself to a stop. He stood tall and proud and ready to fight against any odds with his great axe in hand looking for the Sergal who threw him back. “Finally,” said Skinner, “Roil! I know you are here!””

Three disks, one of earth behind him, one of air to his right, and one of fire to his left appeared, trapping Skinner and Kull. “What is it you want from us, betrayer?” questioned the Nameless Earth Sergal

“Criinos and the Nameless too, I need all four,” he said to himself. “I am not the betrayer,” Skinner replied. “No, you have betrayed us, hiding your secret to immortality as the rest of our kin die off. Now, other than you three and Dolan Crow, only I remain.” Skinner’s anger could be felt in the very ground beneath them. “I seek only what you denied the rest, Immortality.” The ground shook again, and Aleister could not stop it. “I have found new Fate. I will achieve this and usher in a new age for the Lands. An age ruled by me.”

“I am Fate!” I have given the Fate you desire to another!” Aleister shouted as he matched Skinner’s power with his own and then outweighed it. His voice echoed through the air, caused the disk of fire to violently sputter and burst, and made the disk of water angle with a razor sharp edge to Skinner’s neck. “I will not allow you to take it from her. You haven’t the faintest idea of the consequences that will befall the multiverse should you succeed.” None of this explained why he could not see Skinner’s ultimate Fate. A fact that worried him greatly.

“If you are Fate, you should know I have abandoned you,” Skinner began to rotate and descended, laughing maniacally. “My Fate is my own now, Wyyvern Knight! You cannot stop what is already in motion.” With that Skinner was gone.

Suddenly great disk of earth surrounded Aleister as Roil and Criinos jumped down and bound him with disks of fire and air, “this is very unnecessary.” Then the Sergal of earth jumped down, “you know the last Nameless I met was a very hungry god. Tell me, Nameless Elder of Sergal kind, what are you hungry for?”

“Peace,” the female Sergal of brown fur with florescent green designs resembling plant life replied.

Aleister smiled, “then I will need your help,” he began. “To the South, you will find Dolan Crow. He is leading Jessy and Jack Harris with their daughter Katherine to the place where Sergals learn their magic. I have made it so she may learn it.” Then Aleister began to fade away, “I will catch up to you. Katherine must learn your magic before Skinner reaches his goal of immortality or all will be lost,”  with that, Aleister was gone.”

“Jess and Jack Harris?” Criinos questioned. “Neither of them are Sergals.”

“Thier offspring would not be of our race either,” Roil added. “What should we do,” both of them looked to their Teacher.

“We go South,” she replied. “Maybe Dolan can explain,” she did not know what to think, and she did not trust Aleister due to their history, but she knew she could not ignore his warning.”

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A war raged. A War between an army of Men and an army of Vampires. Darkness blocked all sunlight. With weapons engraved with symbols of a God who no longer was, Men fought. Thier Holy water, solar flash grenades, and crosses engraved into their blades and shields worked against the Vampires, but they were no match for their speed, agility, and strength. On wings of crimson and black, the Vampires were winning. Vladamir had arrived just in time to see the last of the army of Men fall. They Vampires noticed him and came for him. Vladamir unsheathed his sword and clicked a trigger to load his crossbow, “Thy Kingdom Come!” he shouted, ready for Death. Suddenly, a bolt of purple lightning pierced through the darkness above and a ray of sunshine separated the Vampire armies from Vladamir. A second bolt of lightning and a woman appeared. An Angel of black wings, exquisite silver armor, and purple lightning. Then he recognized her. Though he had never known her in this form, he knew her, “Heaven?”

Zesrial stared down the Vampire army and shouted in righteous anger, “DRACULA!” as her lightning struck violently across the battlefield.