The Darkness Creation
PART ONE
When Rashnu became the patron Druid of the vampires the first thing he noticed was the uneasy tension that gripped the vampires. Many of them spoke wistfully about the time before the humans had begun hunting them for sport, when they could go out and see the moonlight reflecting on them as they taught the children to hunt. More and more of the vampires were refusing to eat, speaking of vampire slayers that would surround the entrance and exit of Halloween hills with stakes and holy water, those who became desperate for food and tried to leave were dying and the vampires were finding themselves hostage by the very beings that they fed off. This angered the Druid of Darkness, no longer were the humans only killing the vampires that posed a danger, they wanted to kill them all off, using them a sport hunt to prove their "bravery".
Something had to be done.
So Rashnu took a trip off of the islands that made up the lower part of Aia to where the young Sword Singer that had stopped Ahriman lived now, Thais. The land around Thais was still desolate and it would not do the vampires any good to live near the massive city, instead he went lower to where a small rainy village was located. The village was situated in the middle of the woods, and a large catacomb system was located behind the village, a large cave situated near the ocean to the south of the village served as the entrance.
This would serve nicely for the purposes that Rashnu wanted it for, so he made his way as deep into the catacombs as one could go before stopping in front of a thin wall and placing his hand on the stone, his power flowing through him and coiling against the wall. Under the Druids hand the stone melted away, replacing itself with a massive iron gate that led into a grey mist, the product of Rashnu bending part of the underworld separate and weaving it into the earth. Smiling to himself the Druid opened the gate into nothing and began to walk through. Every step he took into the nothingness around him began to dissipate, making way for a ghostly forest and frozen grass.
Like ink on a page colour and mass began to bleed from Rashnu into he mist and like a mirage a entire different world began to knit itself together.
~Queen
Part Two: https://aveyondheadcannons.tumblr.com/post/164567319918/gedahre