Stories , stories, stories, everyone wants a story. Mine starts with a pact of evil. Four beings of sadistic power and a want to create. My sire.. A Malkavian by the name of Diego, A Tremere by the name of Calith, A Lasombra by the name of Matthus and a true demon of a Tzimisce that went by the name Sevor. I was their creation. They wanted a creature that would kill for them, a guard dog of their own making. They chose me by my ferocity in battle, my agility, and speed. Speed, living I was nowhere near as fast as they. And so I was taken. I woke strapped to an alter. My world had already changed, I had already been through the turning. Now came the period of pain, and up till then, though the many times I had been shot, stabbed, whipped, and broken. I had not known pain till the Four Horsemen. They re-made me, with pain. Months they adjusted their toy. The Demon Sevor altering my body, my Sire Diego altering my mind, the Lasombra Matthus wrapping me in shadow, and the Tremere Calith altering my blood. Three Years of hell, God had left me in the hands of the devils torturers. Sunlight burned. Mirrors directed the beam to parts of my body. I woke screaming to the smell of my own flesh burning for days on end. Till the day when it no longer burned. I screamed for my death day after day, which made Sevor smile as he stood over me his clawed and deformed hands buried in my chest. Calith fed me, then drained me over and over. She seemed to not find joy or discomfort in my pain. She was more the scientist, adjusting, writing, adjusting again. Day in and Day out they worked, adding more restraints the further along they were. My sire constantly whispering in my ear teaching me though the pain what was expected of me, and what his teachings would allow me to do, and Matthus, finding newer and newer ways to prove the dark is a frightening place.   Finally they were done. But Calith took a souvenir. My heart in a jar. How can I be without my heart, I watched it beat as the Demon removed it, then looked to Mattus, as he produced a dark black heart, that seemed to suck in all light, a heart of darkness and shadow, which he shoved back into my chest.   Calith left after that day, never to return. The three that remained had their creature. Their puppet. and I killed in their name. I gathered subjects, food, flock for my masters. For years I served as their loyal subject. A bond held me to that service stronger than iron. Till one day that bond faltered. I struck fast. My sire I ripped apart with my own hands, the Tzimisce Sevor however was ready for me, though I struck him a blow that would have killed any other, the Demon faced Tzimisce was able to shove me into a crypt with the help of Matthus's shadows, and seal me in. Darkness took me, and now stone was my prison. I raged, clawing at the stone scoring deep furrows into the granite till my strength left me and I slept a dreamless sleep; The sleep of the dead.

 

    Years passed and I remained entombed, my body weak but not deteriorating, where others of my kind would wither into a dry husk, I remained as I was only once in a great while waking to the blackness then slipping back into the depths.

 

    Explosions woke me, explosions, the sounds of picks, and voices. The language I recognized as English, but not the proper type I was accustomed nor the dock workers guttural language. Another explosion, this one so close it cracked the stone about me, and for the first time in a long time light shown in my prison. I could hear picks and shovels once more, then a scream, followed by silence. The small shaft of light brightened and faded in my tomb thirty times, thus I marked those days. On the thirty first I heard the sound of men again, one voice more clear than the rest, but trembling spoke out the words. " El Diablo." the Devil. After that three more days past in silence, then the picks and shovels were back at work again, the crack in my stone prison widened, and I could see men working picking at the walls till the sun that shown though the cavern entrance set, and they all took their leave. Darkness and silence were once again my company, till a soft glow caught my eye, lantern light. A lone man with a lantern, looking at the walls. He had a pick with him, and he soon went to work. He let out a gleeful sound, as he picked up a rock from the floor. No, not a rock. Silver. They were mining silver. A disturbance however brought my attention back to my small window to the outside world. Another man shouting, then a crack of thunder, and silence. A gun shot.. darkness took my prison quickly, and I could smell blood, the sweet scent. Then there was a drip, and another. I had not moved in so long a time, but the smell of that life pushed me. Only a few inches took an eternity it seemed, but it was an hour before I was able to move my head to the crack in the stone, my tongue pressed against the granite, and there it was. life, just the smallest of tastes rallied me, I licked up all I could, and wanted for more.