filii noctis -- genesis (preview, single chapter)

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Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved

Benjamin R. Long

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Audra Lightning
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GenesisChapter 1

Bloody Preacher

Beer invites blood. Two rowdy drunks began their

journey in a pile of pizza boxes. They sat there, controllers

in hands, blasting the shit out of zombies. Slater, the

obnoxious frat boy, manages a coherent, all be it

remarkably stupid sentence, Let's go kill vampires!

The unfortunate named Jethro replied, What?

His boisterous companion begins orating as only a

drunken frat boy can, Dude! Think about it! You know

there have been some weird murders, right? Ya know

those people with the blood drained out of 'em, right? I

mean, completely drained, right? So some people havebeen talking about vampires!

Jethro struggles to keep his little man alive, but he

was swarmed by a pack of ravenous zombies. Shit! I


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didn't save the game! He then turns his round face to his

fearless leader, Vamp-

Yeah, vampires! Slater exclaims. Dude, we'll

dress in all black, and I have a trench coat, and you can dig

out that tan colored one-

The husky Jethro stands up with the help of a huge

wooden spool that was supposed to pass for an inn table,

Vampires? You want to go out vampire hunting? Are you

on crack? He then staggered a couple steps and allowed

himself to flop backwards on a hideously stained burgundy

sofa. Are you sure?

Yeah yeah yeah the wiry dark haired self-

appointed general insists. He then directs his comrade in

insanity to a storage closet that happens to contain loose

pieces of plywood. Here, Bob didn't want his loft

anymore, so we decided to dismantle it, so he could storeit, but he never got around to selling it.

Motivated by spirits and adventure, the two begin

the task of sawing and sanding the planks into wooden


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stakes. Over a late night snack of cold pizza, the two muse

over their strategy. Naturally, they'd have to steal some

holy water from a church and buy some garlic from the

grocery store and acquire some sledgehammers at the

local hardware store.

The next afternoon sees the pair avoiding their

housemates. Around three 'o' clock, Jethro tips into

Slater's bare room. A mess of scraggly slick black hair

protruded from the giant lump under and off white sheet.

Jethro grins and then tip toes over to the hung-over lump

and roared as loud as he could. After the expected bout of

wrestling, Jethro asked, Still up for vampire hunting?

Slater's skinny face contorted into a dim wide mouthed

expression, I... Sure. Why not. You get the

sledgehammers and garlic. I'll pay half. Tomorrow, I have

to put up with my baby cousin's baptism. I can try to go

early and put some holy water in spray bottles. Now leave

me the fuck alone!


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Oh! the walking tank exclaims, Steal a cross to

maybe!

Fine. Whatever, just get out of here.

We'll take my truck. Jethro said as he threw on a

bright orange cap. As soldiers, they marked out to a dusty

red pickup truck with steaks, mini sledgehammers, and

holy water and garlic bandoleers in tow. Upon dropping

their load in the back, Jethro informed his buddy that the

passenger door had to be opened from the inside. Once

inside, the black clad soldiers of the living began to have

second thoughts. Slater attempted to reassure command,

This is retarded. Let's do something else. Jethro agreed

and opted to drive to a local sports bar.

They eat and drink into the night. Most of the

discussion revolved around girls, sports and imported

beers. After enough drinking, the two would be soldiers of

light began strategically thinking under the glow of neon


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beer signs. So what are we going to do? the fat one

asked.

Easy! came Slater's instant response. We just do

it like in the movies. We'll have our spray bottles of holly

water, right? Therefore, you can spray them with hollywater, and then I can come up behind you with a steak

and hammer it into one of their chests, right? I mean, it's

obvious!

Jethro nods in agreement and adds, Yeah, we'll

have backpacks full of stakes like clips full of ammo.

Exactly

Once again, the duo set out to slay legions of the

undead. They drive on a black wet ribbon of highway that

took them past all the little ships and right out town. Snow

banks hug the trunks of bear trees, and in some cases,

nearly reached the branches. Away from the amber glow

of streetlights, they drive and into a landscape lit by a

ghostly moon. They began fighting over the phase of it and


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what causes moon phases until Slater asked, Where are

we going?

To the cemetery! was the drivers excited

response. Vampires sleep in coffins, so they're gonna bit

in the cemetery!

Yeah! Let's listen to something cool.

Can't. Speakers are broken. Jethro shrugged.

Dammit! Bad asses like us are supposed to have a

soundtrack! insists Slater as though anything could

actually change.

It's snowing again., the driver observes. I hate

driving in crappy weather. and then added, I think you're

right. The moon is waning.

The rickety old pickup truck creaks its way toward

and old rough iron gate. It seemed as though it was there

to make the placed look more solemn and sacred that it


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actually was. Interestingly, it was unlocked and cracked

open as if to allow for late night shenanigans. Jethro

chuckled, Some old geezer security guard needs some

coffee or something.

Whisper, you idiot! shoutedSlater.

Oh, right. Sorry. came the reply.

Finally, they'd round a few winding curves and

found a parking lot where Jethro carefully maneuvers the

ruck into only two parking places and manages to only

scrape the curve once. As soon as the pair exits the

vehicle, the cold of the wee hours bit them hard. They

took a few minutes fumbling with their trench coats to get

them buttoned and arguing the important issue of

weather gloves would make it more difficult to kill

vampires. Luckily for the great crusaders, they had a case

of beer in the back, so they went to drink more to warmthemselves, but it had frozen. Next, they suit up with back

packs full of make shift wooden stakes, a mini sledge

hammer in the hand of the taller, and two spray bottles of


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holy water in the hands of the shorter fellow. They are

ready for war.

After their minor ruckus, the pair stopped to notice

how utterly silent the graveyard was. Without the

whipping winter winds and bungling frat boys, theatmosphere would be pristine. Any sense of peace,

however, was rendered null and void by Slater sliding a

steak from out of his open backpack and saying, in a

forced tone, Bring 'em on! They then crunched their way

aimlessly through the graveyard practically falling over

themselves trying to stalk.

That's when a twig snaps behind them and they

turn to see the scariest bunny rabbit they'd ever laid eyes

upon. Quickly, Slater grips his steak at the tapered end and

swung it a baseball bat screaming Die, vampire rabbit! It

easily dodged the drunkards attack and hops away.

Four pail figures easily assail the jokers and bare

their fangs. Two beastly powerful arms hold Jethro's arms

behind his back while another pair restrains his feet. Slater

is pinned to the ground by a ghastly shrieking female


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shape and a hulking Frankenstein monster. After the

immediate weakening drain, the predators dropped their

prey like two sacks of potatoes.

The frightened frat boys crawl in separate

directions both pleading for their lives. The pail lady kicksSlater in in long skinny face pushing over sideways. Lay on

your back. She orders. When he attempts to right himself,

she kicks him again and repeated her command and

added, If you're good, we might let you go.

Petrified, he flops over belly up. Meanwhile, Jethro

is already being drained by the other three. Your friend is

dead. Looks like you're alone. the woman mused clearly

enjoying her role of villain. She then straddles the

hyperventilating mess and lowered her head so her face

was an inch from his. Your tears will freeze.

Her breath is nothing less than acrid. It reeks withthe vile stench of blood and rot. Her hair is blonde but so

fair as to look inhuman. Her skin was a ghostly blue- white

under the pallid moon, and her eyes are ice blue.

Wooded steaks don't work. Neither does garlic, holly


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water, crosses, silver bullets or... She pauses

remembering other attempts at her life, Neither does

magical spells, water from a sacred river, holy symbols,

reciting god names....

Please... was theonly word the shivering prey

could manage as the other three figures now loomed over

him.

No. she answers flatly and sank her fangs into his

juicy warm living neck.

Reverend Michael Flowers strides away from

behind a wide white gold trimmed pulpit announcing

every syllable of his sermon, Did you know that God love

you? It's something we say, but isn't something we really

understand? Did you know that Jesus died for you, not just

a select few people, but you personally!

The fair-skinned auburn haired preacher sports a

tan suit, white shirt and shoes and a gold silk tie. A small


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gray microphone is attached to his lapel allowed him to

open or clasp his hand, sweep his arm over the

congregation or slap the podium to emphasize a key point.

His brown eyes worked to finish off this looks of harmless

warmth.

Reverend Flowers, with each step, continues the

words of Sunday's sermon, Did you know that God

created the very Earth for us, for you, for me? Yes, friends,

God created the Earth for us, for each and every one of his

children. He changes directions and strides in front of the

pulpit, My friends, brothers and sisters, did you know that

God had you in his mind even before you were born?

Always remember that you are special, that God loves you

and that Jesus died for you on the cross at Calvary.

The carpet, cushions and candles are all a gentle

rose, Even the choir robes are rose with white on top. The

pews themselves and the choir stand are white. Behind

the orating preacher sat a row of lovely bouquets as if

attempting to inject the name Flowers into the

memories of the audience, both at the church and at


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home. The parishioners don their Sunday best and did

exactly as they were told. They pray when invited to,

opened Bibles when instructed and applauded when cued

by the flashing sign just out of view of the cameras.

Reverend Michael Flowers was a famoustelevangelist, a true rising star, and rumors had him in the

process of moving down to Ohio from the state of

Michigan. By this time in his career, he had loyal longtime

fans that were already eating out of the palm of his hand.

A master of the spoken word, he'd embrace his listeners

with a honeyed tongue, carry them to heavenly heights,

drag them through the pits of hell and bring them back

again. Another Sunday was just another journey, and now

he approached the gates of hell. Brothers and sisters, Did

you know that, last Friday night, just two days ago, in the

sleepy little town of Brunswick Ohio, there was a murder?

The audience gasped, prompted by a white flashing

sign overhead. The passionate reverend told a terrible tale

of foul creatures gorging themselves upon the blood of the

living. Of course, these creatures were not vampires


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because everyone knew vampires didn't exist. Rather, it

must have been a Satanic cult, for the corpses of two

innocent fraternity brothers had been found in the

cemetery drained of their blood. This was the perfect lead

into an equally horrific description of eternal damnation.

But there is a light, one eternal light that loves

you, for Jesus is our only hope in a fallen world. The blood

of the lamb is our only and eternal salvation, for the things

of this world are finite, but God is infinite! The love of this

world is tainted by sin, but the love of Jesus is

unconditional.

As the good reverend cradled the hearts of his

audience, soft piano music began an old-fashioned hymn,

and the choir began to sing sweetly, Amazing grace, How

sweat the sound...

Meanwhile, Reverent Flowers invited all theunsaved forward to kneel down on the steps before him

and give their hearts to Jesus, Yes, friends, by grace we

are saved, grace! We all fall short of the glory! It is by the

blood of Jesus alone that we our saved! Repent of your


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sins, and Jesus will forgive you, cover you in his righteous

blood. It is by His grace we are saved from the fires of Hell.

Please come forward and give your heart to Jesus, make

him your Lord and Savior! His pleading with the

congregation continued until the flock was abasing

themselves before their Lord, weeping or holding

someone who was weeping.

Do you trust in the power of God? Has he blessed

you today? Open arms and palms skyward, Reverent

Flowers began a slightly different refrain, Every sing day,

God blesses us. He forgives us of our sins and washes us

clean as virgin snow. He clasped his hands in front of his

heart saying, Little miracles, miracles we never even

notice because we are too caught up in our daily lives. God

does so much for you. Can you have enough faith to give

back just a little. Ya know, God tells us in his word that,

with the faith of a mustard seed, we can do anything. A

mustard seed, ladies and gentlemen, only a mustard seed!

Can you plant that tiny seed of faith today so God can

make it grow? Brother Jones and Smith will be carried the

collection plates. Give as you feel so moved.


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There are two figures that enter the service from

the door in the rear. They take some seats in the back of

the chapel, out of the view of the cameras. A flower

notices them but in one swift motion continues with the

flow of the evangelizing. A master of words, and a hard

lined sense of knowing what is what. Flowers knew who

they were before they had even entered. These people

have a sense for noticing when one of their own kind is

around. Some call it a psychic link others call it intuition.

However, this link helps them to identify one another.

Therefore, it is physically impossible for someone

fraudulently to try to blend with them since it is impossible

to duplicate this psychic connection. Flowers sense it as a

noise in his head. It radiates from the back and makes

noise whenever one of them is present. It is kind of like

the feeling you get when you know something is there. At

any rate, Flowers could sense them as one of their own

from off the bat. He briefly looked at them, and as a

master of reading people, he could tell that they bared

bad news. He quickly finished up the sermon and

dismissed the people at the nightly service with, You


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know that God loves you and he loves you more when you

are charitable to this ministry. Don't forget the donation

box on your way out.

Flowers motions towards the two pallid figures.

They look more like thugs than men that a man of Godwould associate with. They were dirty from life on the

street and dealing with the under worldly. However,

Michael Flowers was a man of practicality. He knew when

you had to associate with some disagreeable figures to

achieve his goals. These men were no exception to that

policy. They followed Flowers through a door behind the

pulpit and into an office, which was lain out in Federal

decor. The place had an aura of a courtroom in the office

with expensive furniture and one of kind paintings that

would sell at an auction for thousands of dollars. Flowers

was a man of taste, however the era of the dcor was set

around the time period of World War 1. There were

images of famous German heroes and soldiers that were

reminiscent of the Central Powers in the war itself. The

detail of the historical replication was exact, and either he

was an avid collector of World War 1 memorabilia, or he


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had lived through the time period. Even though he looked

no older than thirty years old.

The men that followed him into the room tracked

in dirt, which he looked at sharply, then dismissed. Flowers

looked at them and sweetly said, What donations do you

bring my church this day?

We are sorry, but someone intervened, it was not

one of us, it was a living person that interfered with our

activity, one of the miscreants says to Flowers.

You know it is not wise to displease the Lord your

God, have I not given you everything? Flowers sais in a

cunning manner.

It was a mistake, we were not expecting someone

to interfere with our shipments, he protests.

Flowers motions for him to stop talking by simply

waving his hand. Then he says, It is not your place to fail

me lest the Lord your God judgeth you, I feel it is in your

best interest not to taste the wrath of God's judgment,


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don't you think, Flowers says as he walks across the room

and puts an old LP on the player. He adjusts the needle

and it starts playing some big band music that was popular

in the 20's.

We can't keep working if those people keep on

interfering, the man says openly.

Surely you can, what do we do when people cause

us problems? Flowers retorts.

They seemed to know about us, they beheaded

three of us, he says.

My, my; your excuses tend to bore me; you are

telling me that five vampires could not overcome some

silly humans; surely you are not that weak, Flowers says

as he walks up to an Amour that looks like it could fit some

rifles. He opens the cabinet and displayed are some

elegant bayonets and Calvary swords from the German

World War One period. He takes one of the swords from

the cabinet and unsheathes it and swiftly with a skilled

hand puts it into the rest position at his side.


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The other person looks at him and starts to panic.

He says, Surely we can recover the lost assets.

The time is passed, we can recover nothing; What

more can you offer besides your tired excuses?

There has to be another way, maybe we can make

it up in another way, the man pleads.

That would be a filthy lie, and we all know how

the good Lord deals with those that lie and defile his holy

name, Flowers says as he brings the sword to eye level,

pointing it at the man.

I thought you said Jesus teaches forgiveness,

please! the man says beside himself.

Forgiveness belongs to Jesus, Wrath belongs to

the good Lord, Flowers says as he motions for the

underling to get onto his knees with the blade of the

sword.

I will do anything, just tell me! the man says as he

gets onto his knees.


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I want to you to choke as Satan rains hot acid

down your throat and dissolves your testicles for your

failure, Flowers says as he slices with the Saber as cleanly

removes the man's head. He looks at the man and says,

Thank you for you collection in my donation plate today.

With that, the other man looks at Flowers in terror, but

realizes that he is going to be spared because Flowers has

turned around and put the saber back into his cabinet. He

looks at Flowers, paralyzed in fear, but resilient to the

point where he is not trying to show weakness, lest

Flowers be justified in taking his head too.

Flowers then goes over to the desk of the table and

get a chalice out of the closet. With a gloved had he takes

the chalice out carefully and walks over to the body. He

collects up some of the spilled blood gushing out of the

wound and collects it in the chalice. The other man looks

at him in terror and tries not to disturb him during this

ritual. Flowers then proceeds to collect the blood in the

chalice and then begin to drink it. Spilling a little bit on his

cheek as he consumes it.


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You know that all men are consumed in the great

wrath of Magra, there is no one that escapes his wrath.

You have been a testament to that, yet should you speak

to others of what you have witnessed here than your head

would surely roll like his, Flowers said.

What should I do? The man says to Flowers.

You should carry on like nothing has happened,

there will be other shipments. After all, we have not been

set back too far. Those hunters are becoming a nuisance.

We are going to have to do something about them soon. It

is not like those stupid kids that tried to go out hunting in

the cemetery to find more than they could handle. These

people are trained professionals that are assaulting us. We

need to learn more about them. However, as for your

duties, take on the responsibilities of your headless

partner here. Remember, you fail and your head rolls in a

basket, Flowers concludes.

The man looks at Flowers and gets the feeling that

he should leave before Flowers pulls out his Calvary sword

again. He turns and exits out the door leading to the front


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of the chapel. Flowers sits there and calls to his personal

attendant. A young looking female enters the room. She is

dressed in a conservative outfit and looks to be about 35

years old. There is no mistaking her attractive looks

masked by a pallid complexion that makes her look almost

artificial in appearance. More akin to being that of a

mannequin. If she held, still one could almost mistake her

for being a doll or a mannequin.

Hello Vicki, there is a mess here that I need for

you to clean up, flowers says, Take him to the

incinerator.

As you wish Mr. Flowers, I have arranged for you

to be at the mayors office tomorrow night. He keeps

insisting that you meet during the day, but I have to keep

reminding him that you cannot make appearances during

the day, Vicki says.

You are as blessed as ever Vicki, what would I do

without you? Flowers says.


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I just remember what you did for me 80 years ago.

I cannot forget the benevolence that you showed me,

Vicki says as she places the head into a plastic bag.

Remember to clean up the blood off of the carpet,

I paid a small fortune for the decorating in this office,

Flowers says.

Shall I schedule the Mayor for 6:00 tomorrow

night? It should be dark that time of night during the

winter, she says.

I want to meet in the park. I public venue would

be the best place to meet up and tell the homeboys

roaming the streets tomorrow to stay the hell away from

the park, or else they will taste the wrath of the Lord, he

says.

Good then you will be able to pay him for your

operations in this city, after all, once you curry the mayor's

favor you will be able to act with impunity in the city, She

says.


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It seems that if we take the human law

enforcement out of the equation things will operate far

more smoother for us than those goodie-goodies in the

fellowship that think that they can use diplomacy to

achieve their ends, Flowers says.

Also, they will be able to turn you onto a greater

revenue source if you get favor with the mayor and the

council members. In fact you would be able to get your

operations legitimatized in the city, She says.

I like the way that you think sister, we will have

this city and we will purge the scum from our mist. I have

been working against Albert for so long that it nauseates

me. How can such a man be so pretentious and think that

we can work with humans? Humans are to be herded like

sheep and then fleeced. I feel almost dirty every time I go

on one of those sermons. After all the great blood, God is

the one that will bring us salvation. The more I have given

him, the greater of victory I have seen. When I first died on

that battlefield, I rose not knowing what gave me life. I


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know it is that great blood god that had given life beyond

life, Flowers says.

We all need to sacrifice to the almighty blood god,

he is the reason that we exist. Though the purity of power

and strength we are made strong through the libation ofblood, Vicki says.

You will learn the mysteries eventually Vicki, but

remember, passion sets us free. We must set our strength

in our passion. My mentor was a great man and taught me

everything I know. Perhaps he was too smart because that

knowledge eventually led to his downfall. That is the saga

of what happens when the student surpasses the teacher.

The teacher must always know more than the student lest

he die by the student's hand, Flowers says.

How would I possibly ever do that? I could never

surpass you Mr. Flowers, you are the greatest man I haveknown. How would I know when enough is enough for

learning, Vicki looks at him with a sly demeanor. She

knew in her heart that one day that she would have his

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to do it. She was bent on unbridled power and she knew

that she would one day have it. She was an initiate. A

person on the road to becoming an elder. However, the

elders usually consume each other and kill one another to

claim their victory. Therefore, there is always the same

amount of elders, just simply those that replace the

masters.

Vicki was a cold-hearted woman. Flowers found

her shortly after World War 2 when the Gestapo was going

to behead her for betraying the fatherland. Flowers

intervened with the execution and she owes him her life.

They have been on the road during the 20th

century

scamming people out of their money and running religious

scams to generate funds for themselves. After a while,

they got the knack of the trade in ministry and realized

that they could generate far more money out of people's

faith than what they could dream. When the Humanism

trend began in the United States they worked on

condemning the humanists and non-believers into agents

of Satan and got people to donate hefty sums as being the


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solution to the problem that they were conjuring out of

thin air.

These two are as corrupt as they come, and the

true nature of Flowers is anything but Christian. Rumors

have it that during the Cold War he visited Haiti for a whileand picked up some local folk traditions and some ritual

magic that he is rumored to practice in private. While no

one has ever seen the interior of Flowers, he still remains a

monster to the core. He grew up through the ravages of

World War 1 and lived and died on the battlefield. There

are many people that are like him. However, none of them

are as old as he is. Nobody knows how old people like

Flowers can live for. Yet one thing remains the same. It is a

new era in the understanding of human evolution...

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