A Hunger for Ignorance [Euthanasia]

[Euthanasia Nephilim]

Waiting patiently for his response to her proposed question, Euthanasia gazed intently into Mokozu’s eyes. When at last he spoke to her, her breath caught in her throat, and the anticipation was clear in her eyes. She kept herself quiet as he responded to her, her attention fully focused on the handsome man in front of her. When he told her that she had given him plenty to digest and ponder over, the notion that she might have overwhelmed him with information briefly entered Euthanasia’s mind. However, a moment later Mokozu announced that he wished to know more, and the thought vanished, replaced by joy and thoughts of the upcoming events for the night. Then Mokozu told her that he would love to learn more, if only she was willing. Euthanasia had trouble keeping herself in check, for her excitement threatened to explode out of her. His gaze poured into her, and she could see his longing lying there within the irises of his entrancing eyes.

Upon him placing a kiss on her hand, Euthanasia smiled, her grin giving her the appearance of one whose intellectual gears were in overdrive. They were indeed. She paced back and forth before him, turned slightly away as she thought. In a gesture suggesting that it made thought easier, though this was not the case, Euthanasia pulled a band from her pocket to tie her hair up with. She flipped it all forward, gathered it in a messy ball of hair, and wrapped the band around it, securing the loose strays of hair inside. Too much in thought to remember, this act exposed her tattoo to Mokozu. It say at the base of her neck, hidden almost at all times by her long thick hair. Finishing her thoughts, she turned back to Mokozu. She then proceeded to walk towards Mokozu’s right side, and then turned to wander around him, completing a full circle around his figure, never being more than a few inches away from him. Her hand trailed lightly on his body, at shoulder height, all the way around until she was in front of him again where she stopped once more. Gazing upwards into his eyes once more, she responded to him.

“Mokozu dear, there is much more to learn. Some of it I have the ability to actually tell you and explain to you, but much of it must be taught as you experience it. Call it practical hands-on learning.” Euthanasia laughed at her description. “Love, I am more than willing, if my guidance and my schooling in this matter are what you desire.”

[Mokozu Orthmandra]

The extent at which she paused came as a great surprise to him, but even through her composed disposition, feverous emotion appeared to stir within her, subtly exposed by the whimsy in her opal eyes. A delightful, although somewhat spirited smile unfurled amid her darling features, confirming that his words had indeed instilled an agreeable effect within her mind. In becoming overwhelmed with the desire to continue onward with the ensuing events, Mokozu progressed in his complying stance unfalteringly even as an increased sense of anxiety forced his body to be on edge. A chilling breeze cooled and gradually pacified his apprehension as it moved over his body and caressed his longing flesh, dissolving a layer of his tension and whipping it away as if he had been cloaked in a sheath of ash. However, suddenly and without notice or reason, Euthanasia drew away from him, which quickly and aggressively diffused the calming feeling that had briefly washed over him. His insatiable curiosity piqued once more, to learn the intent behind her actions now rapidly became his top priority.

Mokozu watched with acute interest as she extended the vacuous space between them, then only to advance, as if in thought, to pacing somewhat mischievously back and forth. This beautiful imp was merely toying with him now, the thought entertaining, causing him to smile as he watched her act continue like an extravagant play. Once she turned from him, denying him the continued pleasure of viewing her engaging smile, Mokozu adopted a look of mock-impatience. Falling back onto his heels, he stood tall and defiant, with arms crossed briskly across his broad, toned chest. After slanting his head just slightly to the left, a minor frown deepened in his brow and at that time he watched Euthanasia tussle with her hair. She appeared to be quite involved with the process, struggling with the straying lengths of hair which frantically sought an escape from the restricting band. Although he had discovered an intimate secret hidden on the back of Euthanasia’s neck, this deed was still nothing more than superfluous to him. Amidst his incapability to conclude a reasonable purpose for it all, Mokozu simply labelled the act as a measure to waste further time, to amplify the apprehension.

At long last she made an attempt to return, drifting lazily toward his right side before encircling him in yet another of her spells. Her delicate touch tantalised, electrified and enchanted his aching flesh as those icy fingers trailed a long, tormenting path about the base of his shoulder line. Mokozu’s forceful, compelling eyes adhered desperately to hers for as long as they were able, for as long as she remained insight, but as she disappeared behind him, obscured further by a dark curtain of hair, Mokozu inverted his glance to instantly and instinctively look toward his left. Once she had reappeared, a diminutive yet palpable smile crawled into his lips. Then at last she ceased her forbidding ritual, stepping wilfully into the fullness of his obsidian sights and into what felt like his mercy. Her game had in fact not left him as completely helpless as it had first appeared and while Euthanasia remained there, standing blissfully within his invading shadow, Mokozu felt his confidence at last return to him.

When at last his comfort had reformed, Mokozu’s arms returned to his side and he glanced boldly toward her, capturing that delightful glint from her unusually opaque eyes. The melodious sound of Euthanasia’s charming laughter then provoked the most voracious smile from him and as he took her hand so tenderly in his, he held a steady, assertive tone. “There is much that I desire my dear, but let us first begin with this doctrine. All else, I believe, will be dealt with as time is passed and fate is fair. Teach me.” He implored her, his grip upon her hands extending passed woeful tenderness and into pure fervour. “Teach me as you would a child of your creation, awaken me from this spell of ignorance and I shall forever be in your debt.” Mokozu spoke so softly and yet so vigorously, his dark, velvet voice communicating an intense feeling of admiration, want and angst. He was but a stone’s throw from begging for her gifts, however his impeccable charm and poise far exceeded and outshone this desperate pleading, casting it in the darkest shadow so as to never be identified. If she were to deny him now, Mokozu would be forced to review all in his life that he had learned until this moment and this, of course, could not be so; Euthanasia would surely permit him.

[Euthanasia Nephilim]

Waiting anxiously for his response to her willingness, Euthanasia forced herself to remain still. Her joy and anxiety threatened whole-heartedly to burst out of her, from the darkest depths of her. Euthanasia felt that meeting Mokozu was possibly one of the best things to have ever happened to her, though this thought fought for the top of the list along side her once lover, Valthinos. Refusing to dwell on such subjects, for they would certainly spoil the wonderful atmosphere she and Mokozu now stood in, Euthanasia instead focused on the wonderful attributes of meeting her alluring company. Mokozu naturally held the ability to reach into her deepest places and make them shine. He filled her with such a sense of happiness, Euthanasia had a hard time trying to figure out how to react to it. She hadn't felt this way in such a long time, she was awe-struck.

[Mokozu Orthmandra]

With little to suggest the reasoning, Euthanasia commenced a casual yet commanding stroll again, bidding him to follow her impetuously. In the bounds of her palm she held his leash and not his hand, promoting his advance at her heels with a keen and arrogant tug. His dark eyes descended to the source of their connection, listlessly inspecting the art of this joinery as Euthanasia spoke. Those most elegant words chimed beautifully in his mind, provoking thoughts and instilling imagery, stirring his emotions and igniting his soul. She, like countless others ahead of her, had indubitably twisted to his will and his reward, his honour, was now inevitable. The incalculable, invaluable possibilities that stood openly at the forefront of his grasp all sang in a harmony of triumph, a chorus of victory; the process of his objections appeared to at last be complete. Although along with her silence, Mokozu stood to gain something more, something which at first was unexpected; insurance. His future for once appeared stable and secure.

In being somewhat enamoured and consumed by the authority, the control, it would have indeed been possible to miss all that Euthanasia had said, yet Mokozu remained to hear every detail, every intention of her speech. Once those silken words had concluded and their substance had sunken in, Mokozu’s mind swarmed with proposals before he suddenly halted their progression. His position held firm and defiant, this act merely a measure to have her turn to him with questions forming in her eyes. As he expected her to face him, to proceed how he had understood, Mokozu delayed no further and tortured her curious mind no longer. “I have a place in mind.” A slight smile played across his lips as he spoke. His voice was hushed, but brimming with the purest zeal as though he were telling a secret and a very powerful, promising one at that. “This way.” Mokozu spoke softly once more, although intrinsically, and upon manoeuvring his head to the side to determine a direction, he then proceeded to guide her to this secret place of his.

The mercantile amenities of the Courtyard had been pleasant to patrol with such glorious company for the time being, but Mokozu was now prepared to utterly abandon this place. While he knew the area well and could trace their lines like blueprints upon the inner contours of his mind, he had set his rich obsidian sights on a place of not only superior privacy, but grandeur as well. The Citadel; which from all exterior perspectives appeared as a majestic palace, but was in truth a city in itself; was a metropolis for the enlightened, more illustrious members of society. The Citadel was truly a marvel to behold and simply embarking upon its finely intricate streets of lofty eminence was certainly an honour. To be awakened there and born anew, however, such an honour would therefore be so unsettlingly principled to Mokozu that the opportunity could not be forsaken.

As a result of its opulence, however, the Citadel was of course under the heavy scrutiny of the guards and yet, this did little to deter him. Being among their ranks permitted him to share their valuable knowledge, to know of their routine, and this coupled with the knowledge he pertained already could therefore allow him to effortlessly determine the most private sectors, the most secluded districts and naturally, the most beautiful regions that were unspoilt by frequent visitors. It seemed fated; here it was truly meant to be. Navigation, on the other hand, proved to be the only difficult part of this intricate equation. Eluding these fiercely keen guards and soldiers was not a mission for the fool-hardy; it was something which required patience, subtlety, manipulation and charm. Mokozu had no intention of avoiding them entirely, he was not quite as dexterous as was required for the task, he merely intended to avoid most of their suspicions. Travelling with confidence, charisma and just the appropriate degree of conceit was the key to eluding their probing minds and eagle’s eyes. As the pair moved gracefully through the Citadel as by the façade of a romantic couple, the vigilant men swiftly averted their gaze.

“It is not much further my dear, we shall be there soon.” Mokozu whispered tenderly and dreamily into her ear as if he were speaking a lullaby to a child, their cheeks grazing delicately as he inclined so slightly, so adroitly toward her. Following his attempt to steel her conviction and possibly reassure an unsettled mind, Mokozu’s dark bronzed eyes pursued her unceasingly to read the underlying thoughts and emotions that were most commonly, though unintentionally, conveyed upon the surface. His silent interrogation was swiftly hindered, however, as familiar elements within their surrounds suddenly made him aware of their current position and quickly soaked up his attentions. They were in fact much closer than he had first assumed, perhaps he had spent far too much of his time watching the guards as suspiciously as they had been watching him, but as they had in fact already approached the area of his partiality, the most voracious smile formed in his dark, chiselled features. ‘Not much further at all…’

[Euthanasia Nephilim]

Euthanasia was delighted that so quickly Mokozu had thought of a place for them to do their bidding. He did not tell her his place in mind, but instead started walking towards it, Euthanasia eagerly following his lead. The pair meandered their way back through the Courtyard once again, and as they passed through, images of the events of the evening danced in Euthanasia's head. She recalled the entire night thus far, starting in the forest where she first saw Mokozu at work, to the pub, to outside when she exposed her true self to him, to her fleeing from him in fury, and then up to now. The night had been quite eventful, and it surprised Euthanasia how much had actually occurred in one evening. Turning Mokozu would satiate her hunger, now beginning to pester her for nutrients, but sometime after that, Euthanasia would need to sleep. It wouldn't need to be very long, but she needed her rest as well.

They approached a grand intricately designed building, closely resembling a palace, and Euthanasia realized then where Mokozu decided to bring them. They were arriving at the Citadel. Euthanasia knew little of the Citadel as a whole, but listened to enough people in travels to know that the Citadel was not only no ordinary place to simply sit around at, but was a place of authority and elegance, rumors had it that only the highest in society had the wonderful opportunity of being inside. The meaning of this place was somewhat unknown to Euthanasia, but knowing that Mokozu was part of the Guard, Euthanasia put two and two together to loosely figure out the honor it would give him to be awakened here.

Euthanasia was sure not to make a scene in front of the many guards watching the Citadel, and so kept her attention strictly on Mokozu and the ground in front of where she walked. She didn't make it obnoxiously obvious, but Euthanasia had always been good at fooling others on the surface. This wouldn't be difficult to her. She proceeded to keep herself very close to Mokozu, an illusion of romance between the pair kept prying eyes off them. Surely a couple walking by would be nothing to be alarmed about.

[Mokozu Orthmandra]

Just ahead there did exist an impressive labyrinth of hedges and other herbaceous shrubbery, a maze of magnificence that challenged the gallant and dominated the foolish. Mokozu had learned of a secret passage hidden in amongst the bushes here, his knowledge provided by the dauntless pursuit of a youth whom had ventured here to escape his fate in the presence of justice. A petty thief, a worthless child, it was of his own inexperience, his own naivety, that Mokozu acted with mercy and allowed the boy to flee unscathed. As a reward for such a moral deed, he kept this secret for himself and when the clean, stalwart ale of the Creeping Vine did not serve to ease his troubles, retreating to this special, mysterious spot always did. Yes, indeed it was the perfect place to be awakened and no regrets echoed their existence in his mind for having shared this secret with her. In their short time, Euthanasia had granted him much and for this pleasure, he was obligated to score a return of her investments. Exposing this location, commissioning this most precious secret, it was but a minute gift, yet also the inaugurator of future proceedings.

Leisurely, guardedly, Mokozu surveyed his surroundings in order to confirm their solace before proceeding into the maze of hedges with Euthanasia at his side. The route was clear in his mind as the directions repeated endlessly to him, rotating in their perfect order as recurring, haunting echoes that sheltered just within the inner recesses his mind’s ear. Left, left, right, forward, left, left, halt. An alla marcia rhythm drummed to the tempo of their footsteps; strict, steady and ever fluid. His obsidian eyes melted into shadow, appearing as two pools of endless, velvet darkness as he focused their steely gaze on the path ahead. A row of hedges, standing tall and as universal as those which bordered them, blocked their advance. To the untrained eye, the unknowing soul, it would have appeared as though the pair had reached a dead end and had little other choice but to be turning back, however, this was solely a façade to confuse and delude the imprudent masses. With discernment, Mokozu held the key to unmasking this veil of tricky illusions.

With no intention to dispel the magic properties that were in affect completely, Mokozu utilized very little force and wove his will to carefully suppress the spell that had safeguarded the entrance unto his surreptitious passageway. An evergreen glow, a gentle gust, and the earth gave a slight quiver before the seal was released and the concierge spell was relieved of its duty. Mokozu then took his maiden’s hand once more, escorting her proudly through the leafy arch and into new surroundings. The hedges that had sprung back so surreptitiously before now reformed, masking the doorway once again to dexterously secure their privacy at last. They could now proceed with their plans as intended, undistributed by any potential passerby. This location was not only safe and sheltered, but it was also very beautiful. A small patch of grass nestled under the shadows of those vast hedgerows looked out over the Courtyard of Amanndor City from a high, docile perch. The sight was purely breathtaking and Mokozu took but a moment to drink in its splendour before his rich obsidian gaze turned to the other majesty of this area; Euthanasia Nephilim.

Parting from her once again, Mokozu did not leave her reeling from his touch for long before he returned to her, his position altered as he stepped nimbly, secretly and assertively toward her from behind. Their distance apart was so unsubstantial that every hot breath exhaled danced sweetly on the back of her neck and trained the fine hairs there to sway under its influence. “I trust this seclusion is to your liking my dear?” Mokozu whispered these words delicately over her shoulder, conducting those silver, velvet vines to reach her ears, but also to tantalise her heart and mind. A slight lift in his deep tones was implied purposely to suggest his curiosity, but the darkness and confidence within his smile suggested otherwise. Arrogance contorted his beliefs so voraciously and Mokozu did not doubt that the impressive sights would allure her as it did him. This area was perfect for what was to come; at last he might find the power he was searching for…

[Euthanasia Nephilim]

Euthanasia's breath caught in her throat as she beheld the twists and tangles of the maze before her. She hadn't seen a maze anywhere other than at her own castle and she believed the one in front of her to be of a much grander beauty and scale. Her eyes adoringly swept from one side of the maze in her vision to the other, taking their time to soak in every detail. She hadn't any idea that such a marvelous sight existed within the walls of the Citadel, but it being Amanndor City, Euthanasia should've known to expect such a thing. She continued to marvel at the hedges around her as she followed Mokozu's lead into the maze. She only prayed that he knew where he was going, but judging by the expression on his face, he certainly seemed to.

They soon reached a dead end, and Euthanasia was about to question him, when he surprised her. Mokozu used a spell to open the hedges in front of the, to reveal a whole new area entirely, and as he did so, Euthanasia felt the earth and air around her, bend to his will. The ground quivered beneath her feet, the vegetation in front of her began to glow, and a gust of wind flew in as well, seemingly from nowhere. Euthanasia watched with admiration and appreciation as the hedges before her, parted aside, creating a temporary doorway, before closing once again after the pair stepped through.

The view of the city from inside the enclosed and secret place Mokozu had taken her was absolutely stunning and Euthanasia froze in her very tracks to take a moment to take it all in. She found the city to be quite beautiful even though it was currently night, and the thought of spending this moment with Mokozu, brought an unconcealable smile to her face. Only a moment later, Mokozu parted himself from her, leaving her reeling from the lack of his touch, for she had very quickly grown accustom to his being there. However, she only had to open her ears a moment, to know his location. He was behind her know, coming up behind her, trying to be secretive. She figured that he could very well know that she wasn't fooled as to his location, but she decided not to call him out on it. Instead, she waited.

[Mokozu Orthmandra]

Mokozu’s opulent gaze had barely extended out into the dusky reflection of Amanndor City when the sound of a faint and delightful giggle betrothed his attention. His staid focus emptied amiably onto the perfect arc of her neck, his lips longing to trail sweet kisses along her flesh as he at last became aware of the utter desertion of space between them. Euthanasia had retreated so tenuously into his vicinity and yet, each delicate and enticing contour of her form was realised. Mokozu’s dexterous hands slithered fastidiously beyond the voluptuous curve of her sides and came to rest at the forefront of her hips. As his eye lids grew heavier, a crisp zephyr of comfort swept over his exterior and Mokozu conformed readily to its influence. Resting his cheek against her own, for a moment he relaxed and nourished his waking lust. His hands motioned instinctively and yet intentionally across the peak her thighs, caressing the tender flesh through the soft textiles of her clothing with heavy, avid fingers. A deep, luxuriant sigh escaped his lips unexpectedly, but Mokozu was not as perturbed by this as he was when she broke their close connection and turned to face him.

Promptly, his hands recoiled and his eyes snapped open. Mokozu watched her listlessly, his eyes showing slight frustration even as her opaque gaze bore intensely into him. Euthanasia spoke illustriously, ingenuously and elusively at first, striking him with further frustration that swiftly bled into pure, unadulterated apprehension as she chose to play yet another game. Gently, gracefully, gradually, Euthanasia’s delicate hand briefly explored his chest before progressing up toward his chin to lift it slightly. The stiff collar of his shirt yielded to her intent, exposing the taut, bronzed flesh that extended across his collar bone. Mokozu’s skin tingled lightly beneath her magical, icy fingers and he chose to comply with her advances for as long as she remained to please him like this. Euthanasia then skilfully parted a ravine within his sleek, dark hair and procured the perfect space by which to access the veins that throbbed anxiously in his throat. The gravity of the situation had not been lost on him entirely, however. A trembling thought had briefly crossed his mind and driven him to caution, but as swiftly as this sensation had appeared, Mokozu expertly reinstated his trust for her as Euthanasia’s body pressed neatly against his…

[Euthanasia Nephilim]

Euthanasia smiled as Mokozu tilted his head further to one side, allowing her even more room with which to do her work. His skin was so warm in her hand, so soft beneath her lips. She suppressed a shudder as she imagined the taste of his blood, of the pleasure and ecstasy it would bring her. She kept herself in control, for she didn't want to be animalistic in her siring. She had to be when feeding, but siring was a much more intimate process, and so she wanted to keep herself behaving in such a way. She could see, could feel his pulse spiking as he anticipated the next move. The vein beneath her lips throbbed with fresh warm blood, begging her to take a taste. Waiting anxiously for him to give her the response she longed to hear, she began salivating, just a bit. She was hungry, for both blood and another childe. Particularly one as grand as Mokozu would be.

[Mokozu Orthmandra]

With a remarkable degree of potency, of which he was powerless to impede, Euthanasia fangs punctured his tender, perfect flesh. Shock and stagnant fear sparked a new life into his eyes, catching him off guard as she did, but he nevertheless appreciated her speed; anticipation would only further the ferocity of this obtrusive pain. Nevertheless, the aforementioned pain was realised with unwavering perception, paralysing him within that initial perforation as the agony shot through him mercilessly like an electric storm. He could feel it even within the marrow of his bones as he stood there for a moment, slowly descending to the ground quite helplessly with Euthanasia’s guidance; a puppet dancing to the chords and strings of the master manipulator. He closed both eyes tightly, gritting his teeth to restrain a roar as the torture mounted, the swelling pain increasing at the source, but he couldn’t hold his rage and discomfort in forever. An abrupt groan escaped his lips as further pressure was applied to the wound, creating a new gruelling experience in which Mokozu could feel his life force being rapidly drained from out of him.

Gradually and yet assuredly, an ominous chill crawled over him. Resembling an ocean of arachnid, thousands of frozen footsteps prickled rapaciously at his flesh until his body grew cold and eventually, numb. Mokozu’s consciousness was compelled to recoil as each layer of his mind, body and soul withered and progressively ceased under Euthanasia’s control. The chill encroached on him further, ruthless and forbidding in its nature as it then reached for his heart, grasping the struggling muscle with a malevolent hand, constricting and crippling with unceasing venom until inevitably, it conquered all. His heart quivered softly within his chest, frailty and despondence hanging profoundly in its resonance. The blood slowed irrefutably then and when that time came, when the blood no longer flowed freely from his veins, Euthanasia withdrew from him. His demise was imminent, but the cure for mortality was a mere sip away…

Blood as black as night stained ruby as it touched, dripped and poured, sinking deeply into the abyss that was the back of his throat. Slick, rich and benign, the salty taste of copper danced lucidly across his tongue. As each gape brought back a fond taste of life, the want, the need for blood fuelled his will in tandem with his corporeal demand for oxygen. Mokozu breathed deeply, he fed eagerly with extensive craving, but as time became fluid and that too was imbibed, all actions, all procrastinations soon showed their weight in gold, soon proved to be for naught. As swiftly as that zeal had filled him, it had departed on a chilled, stagnant breath. Euthanasia’s warming touch retracted once again, the taste of her blood becoming harsh and over-ripe before it left him and allowed the darkness to secure its thorny clutch upon his soul.

Mokozu’s vision grew hazy, the world around him disappearing swiftly into darkness unimaginable until inescapably consumed. Mokozu steadily closed his eyes, immobilized by this unremitting fatigue, incarcerated within its stony walls. A twinge in his heart; a sudden calamity and a final second of realisation bore a hole in him while his pulse once again began to wither into nothing. His last thoughts stretched on as his body stilled and his heart failed, but his death was nothing if not a dream. This dream, this nightmare, from which he would awaken and find himself renewed; not stimulated or reinvigorated as by sustenance or rest, but by the supernatural forces which now imbued his soul; would prove their worth in eons yet to be. He had found it at last, a cure for his flaws, an antidote that would purge his soul of these worthless, mortal defects. Mokozu rested peacefully, his time fast approaching, his reign of darkness baring kin to those heavy clouds up in the sky, his eternal tyranny but a wing’s beat from reality; the epoch of judgement. He had only to awaken now, awaken and take what was rightfully his own...

[Euthanasia Nephilim]

Only moments after her lips touched his own, a sigh escaped the confinements of his blood-stained lips. His dark eyes then opened and gazed into her own, and Euthanasia could see the awe in his irises as he looked about the world with new vision. He spoke to her, his voice cautionary but nevertheless profound and with a sense of satisfaction. He then questioned her in the deed in fact having been done, and she couldn't help but giggle. Leaning over him, she placed yet another delicate kiss upon his brow and sat him up to look at her.

"Yes my dear, it is done. I have made you what I am. Welcome to this world, regenerated and anew, as a Childe of the Night. A Nightwalker, as I personally call us. I understand that this is all new and overwhelming to you, but it is time for your first hunt. The blood you've taken from me has temporarily satiated your burning hunger, but it won't for long."

"You have a choice to make my love. Will you be one who feeds strictly on sentient beings? One who feeds strictly on animals? Or will you be one of us who, like me, feeds on whatever is available at the time of hunger? You can always change your feeding habits whenever you please to, but I always have those I've sired choose right at the beginning, because I feel it's better to accustom your hunger with what you'll feed it with most often right away." Carefully standing up, Euthanasia grasped Mokozu's hands in her own and stood him up along side her. She held his hands in her own as she awaited his response, staring intently into the eyes of her newest Childe as she did so.

[Mokozu Orthmandra]

Pending this most imperative answer, anticipation commanded his prerogative, establishing itself swiftly and ruthlessly within his still-beating heart. Like a black plume of trepidation, it flitted and fluttered inside his chest, stirring all things into chaos and effectively sharpening his reserve. A shape of frayed nerves, Mokozu waited almost desperately for her response; the richness of his obsidian eyes conveying suppressed panic in place of daring self-assurance. The stifling credence threatened to suffocate him further as the moments passed, but his dark maiden refused to liberate him immediately, subjecting him only to additional torment as she chuckled softly to herself. The faint lines of Mokozu’s brow deepened on account of this incisive crux, for he had not expected her to merely giggle. Perplexed, possibly due to his inferior social skills or albeit, knowledge pertaining in particular to Female-Human-Vampires, he automatically and incessantly marvelled at the reasons why before brusquely, his string of contemplation snapped.

Euthanasia inclined her luring form toward him, dissolving their partition swiftly and alerting him fully to her unanticipated warmth as it dominated his cognizance. From lips conceived of silk and grace, she benevolently touched upon his brow, expelling the origins of his suspicions and doubts, comforting as no words were able. Confidence leaked hungrily back into his heart and subsequently inched into his devilish smile. Dutifully, gratefully, he embraced the gentle prompt in addition to the softest application of strength she utilized to assist his lift. Sitting eye to eye, Mokozu discerned the profound and anomalous glitter accenting her perfect, opal eyes. How differently they appeared to him now, neither opaque nor obscure, simply a myriad of effervescent hues dancing arbitrarily in such restricted space. The impeding veil of ignorance that had shrouded his mortal vision had undoubtedly been lifted; unshackling his mind from the illusions of Maia and revealing what had always been since the very conception of time.

There remained, however, one last obstruction. With time his strength deteriorated, his vision hazed, his senses inescapably dulled, inevitably imploring for his complete submission. Mokozu had begun to understand the precipices; the process, the transition, the siring; regardless of its label she had successfully drawn the life from him. Euthanasia had imbibed his spirit along with his blood, casting a terrible shadow of death into his demeanour that would remain with him forever more. Her blood acted as little sustenance to repair the lifelessness it had originally instilled and, recalling how she aided his rise, forced him to appreciate his depleting power with intense clarity. Little energy remained within his system, requiring specific rationing in order to prolong his activity until the next available opportunity for nourishment. Of course, he was no longer naïve to what this implied. In order to sustain himself, Mokozu craved and required the sanguineous essence of other living beings.

So it came inevitably, naturally, as if in tandem with fate’s great and mysterious design that Euthanasia suggested his first hunt, piquing his interest and insatiable hunger. However, his interest wasn’t to last and upon unravelling further secrets of her kind, Mokozu’s mind lapsed bitterly at the sound of such trivial knowledge. His mind and body had hovered and trembled in its sorrowful state for such a prolonged sense of time that his capacity to tolerate any additional procrastination had dissolved into nothing. She spoke about, what seemed to him, like the basics of life, of the hunger and how to satiate its urges, but Mokozu was already well aware of those facts. His flesh itched uncontrollably as the sensation of an internal iciness, a sinking, struck a deep and sickening agony into his heart. It seemed irrational of course, but desperation goaded his imagination, preparing it to acknowledge unattainable facts for the mere sip of relief. If blood would quell this pain, become the scourge of this voracious beast within him, then it did not matter from whence it came.

Animal, vegetable, mineral, mortal; little seemed to escape the menu, but Euthanasia recommended that he state his preference immediately. It seemed rather redundant, but he nevertheless fell under her guidance as his superior; conforming once again to her will as they shortly rose to their feet. “I will take whatever comes.” He said definitively, although the frailty remained to permeate his tone. “I just hope we find it soon…”

[Euthanasia Nephilim]

Nodding her head in agreement with his statement, a thin smile played on Euthanasia's lips, though it began for numerous reasons. On one hand, she smiled at his rather blunt statement of needing to find nourishment quickly. Euthanasia briefly noted how his weak state and overbearing hunger obtained the power to alter his genuinely proper speech patterns, and surpressed a wider, more obvious smirk. It seemed it was just the previous day when Euthanasia awakened, and she vividly remembered the immediate burning hunger within her. She forced back another giggle as she noted the changes already within Mokozu. Euthanasia knew he was far from completing his changes, and in pure honesty, she couldn't wait to witness the lot of them. The other reason for the smile upon her lips was how much Mokozu eerily reminded Euthanasia of herself, while still perfectly defending the title of being vastly different. An oxymoron wrapped in a stunningly handsome package, and her childe to teach, influence, and unravel.

Euthanasia knew Mokozu would become a very well respected vampire, powerful as well, and she also knew he would very soon be even more powerful than her. Instead of letting the thought intimidate her however, she grew excited. She only personally knew three vampires more powerful, and more respected, than she was. The first one was her Sire Father, a man dangerously dear to her heart, due to her past. The second was somewhere along the lines of an acquaintance, and was a bit of a nuisance in her opinion. And the third was a man she barely received the chance to know before he escaped her intuitive grasp. She was very curious to know how her relationship of any kind with Mokozu would grow, and how her opinion of him would expand or change, as she watched him rise in power and respectability, considering her diverse relationships with the others. Mokozu was many things to Euthanasia, a muse, a pupil, and a person of fascination, all lay within her thoughts of him.

"I think you've made a wise choice my love. You'll realize as the days go on, but you just made your new life easier for yourself. Come now, we'll find you something to feed on." Turning to begin their journey, Euthanasia somewhat reluctantly released Mokozu's hands, now as icy as her own. She had no clue what he would like, or dislike, from her without reading his mind, and Euthanasia refused to do so. She was very picky about whose minds she unveiled, and whose she left sealed. She respected Mokozu and therefore wouldn't delve into his mind and invade his privacy, simply for her own uses. Instead, she focused on keeping her composure as to not alert him to her inner struggles, and began walking.

Head angled toward Mokozu, Euthanasia idly walked. She couldn't wait to show him the beauty of running with their accelerated speed, but his lack of strength held her reins tight. To calm her nerves and anticipations, she gazed at him as she walked along, searching once again for the intensity of his eyes. Unable to look directly into them however, Euthanasia settled for studying his overall appearance. He was still the same Mokozu she met earlier in the night, but he was different now as well. No mortal would notice the impeccably small changes in him, but Euthanasia surely did. Despite his lack of strength, he held himself slight more powerful and dignified than before. His overall appearance demanded attention and respect. His authoritive aura expanded and instead of being just an aura around him, it became him. Overtook his presented features. The awakening also lightened his complexion, perhaps the only thing that would give away what he became, but he was so tanned before that it made hardly a difference. Some may notice it but it wasn't drastic enough to cause problems. A beautiful glistening pair of fangs had grown into place behind his satin lips, but he seemed to have no trouble maneuvering around them, and they didn't affect his speech nearly as much as they had hers when she'd awakened. He was catching onto things at an alarming rate. Even only a vampire for a mere number of minutes, he was already a magnificent creature of her creating, and she was already proud to be his Sire Mother. Satisfied with her study of him, she gently spoke as she walked beside him.

"My dear? You know this territory far better than I, and simply following your lead once again, will allow me to devise a plan to get nourishment for us, and then what to do afterward. Do you mind guiding us out of here?"