Gadiel Veles

HUMAN LIFE:
Gadiel was born into the family of a wealthy Lord in what would now be located in deep Romania. While it was indeed out of the way of a majority of the flourishing towns that were starting to form, that only allowed his family to become a form of something just under royalty itself, collecting a majority of the wealth for several hundred miles. With that much wealth, it was needless to say that he family was more than well off, having little to worry about. It was rare for any kind of attack to be mounted on their little piece of the world. It was hardly desirable land in the mountains where weather was often harsh, so no one bothered attacking them for it. It also made it terribly dangerous to try and leave if one didn't have the right equipment which cost more money than nearly anyone but the Veles family had. They had a certain rule here, and nothing was going to change that.

Gadiel was born with even more luck. He was in the middle of his two other brothers, his older brother two years older than himself, his younger brother another year younger than that. He bore no responsibilities of being the family's hope for survival. He also wasn't the one picked out the most as a nuisance, his younger brother getting that unwanted attention just due to his age. Gadiel got the perfect spot in the perfect family, and he flourished in it. From the time he was young he was already gettng all the he could ask for. He excelled greatly at everything he did, even surpassing his older brother at certain things. He just got to be better, get all the praise, and bore none of the pressures that his siblings did.

He had always been his father's favorite, but as he grew older, he also began to become a favorite of the people who his family basically ruled over. Since he didn't have any worries, he did whatever he want. The often meant heading out to the village. It was quite the spectacular when the celebrity-like youth came out, no matter how common it became. He came out nearly every day for a walk, mostly to show off, but still people swooned around him. It helped that he was a more than fine looking young man. When he hit puberty he was basically the one sight that every female in town couldn't wait to lay their eyes on, even the most disgusting old women. Sure, Gadiel would smile to them, sometimes going in a shop to get himself something he didn't really need. He absolutely despised those people though. He would never allow for one of them to touch him, and when they spoke with their teeth rotting out, their bony faces flapping with skin, he barely understood them. Then there were actually a few girls with meat on their bones, way too much meat on their bones. It appalled him. He always kept himself in shape, yet there were these women who were nearly double his size in one particular case. He would never understand it.

He would return to his manor after and cleanse himself of the impurites that village plagued him with. He didn't care if they had every reason for not being at the same class as him. They were born that way. He was born into privelage that he deserved, to rule over the swine. Those people down there were barely people in his eyes. He could charm them all he wanted to, but it pained him to do it. No one could blame him for wanting to get out and be adored. With a face like his it was only natural. There was just no other option besides the parasites that dirtied his flesh by simply being around him. Only once in his life did he have a break out, and he took notice of it right after a daily stroll to the village. That was the last time he dared get within one hundred feet of those people. He panicked, unsure of what to do. His face was marred. He even spent the night crying in horror, balled up in the corner of his room.

He stayed locked up for a total of a week, until his face cleared up to the perfection it had retained for sixteen years. He still kept to his vow to never return to that village though. It was filled with the filth that had marred him so terribly. Next time it would only be worse. He would never be able to recover. He set out on a search for a way to keep his looks as they were. He had people ordered to come, making his father dish out a small fortune to bring in the best that could be brought in when it came to maintaining his beauty. Several came and several went. The last was only joking when he made the comment that would stick with Gadiel for the rest of his life. He spoke of a woman who used the blood of pure, young girls to retain her own youth, killing hundreds of them that she brought in for a finishing school fo sorts. To Gadiel it made perfect sense. He had asked if it worked, and the man jokingly replied that it had, not knowing the monster he was about to create.

As soon as the man left, Gadiel brought his own plan to his father, ignoring the real advice the man had given him. By that time he was on the verge of turning eighteen. He was just the right age to begin looking for women to court. He didn't go far into the details of his underlying plan. He did teld his father that he might stir up some trouble, not giving away just what it was that he was going to be doing. He assured his father that it was all in good purpose though. Being the perfect son he was, he was easily trusted. His father gave him yet another small fortune to do what he wanted with. He didn't think twice about his sinister plan before setting out into the world to find the eternal youth and beauty that some one like him diserved.

The first town that he came across was as disturbing as his own home. It also had a lord that ruled over it though. He didn't stop once in the town before reaching the Lord's manor. It just turned out that the lord had a young daughter, likely one very close to his own age. Gadiel made quick work of befriending the lord. They had some knowledge of each other due to the closeness of their homes. The man had actually heard people bragging of their "young prince" as they traveled through. All it took on Gadiel's was a few smooth words to back up the stories that were told of him. Like that he was accepted as a friend, a welcomed guest. That was all he needed in order to get what he wanted.

Over the next few nights, he spent time with the lord's daughter, using every sensual look and hooking line to reel her in. By the third night he had her wrapped around his finger. He only needed to ask, and like that she was following him into the forest that lied just outside of her home. She was so quick to trust him, and he was so quick to deceive that trust. He had brought two servants with him, servants who had been waiting in the woods his entire stay. When he reached the right spot, they jumped the girl, capturing her before she could even scream. She looked at Gadiel with fear, her eyes begging for his help. He only watched, a cruel smile on his face as she was pulled away, struggling the entire way to a bath that his servants had prepared. The only odd thing was that the tub held no water, sitting there completely empty under a tall tree. There was a river nearby, but no water was going to be taken from it.

Keeping her gagged, those far too loyal servants hung the girl up by her feet, danging her over a branch from the tree. She was stripped from her clothes entire. They would only get in the way for what Gadiel had planned for her. She tried to scream, only to have her voice muffled. All she could do was hang there, just a few feet above that tub that was at least getting some water in it as her tears fell. The two servants left, not only because Gadiel ordered them to, but also because they didn't want to watch what they knew was coming. They were only as loyal as they had to be. They knew they would end up like her if they disobeyed. That didn't mean they wanted to be a part of what Gadiel was doing, and would keep doing with them for years.

Gadiel was the next to undress, though it was more of his own choice. The only thing he kept with him was a dagger that his father had gotten him some odd years ago. He took his place in the tub, waiting for the rush of energy that was about to fall upon him. This was a girl of his own cclass, possibly even higher. It was true that he was still a higher being, but she was worthy of showering him with the youth he desired. He gave her a "Thank you" which only made her cry out, or try to. It didn't last for long though. Gadiel had her throat sliced before she could do much of that. As soon as his blade broke skin, blood poured from her hanging form, falling down to Gadiel, landing on his skin, dying it red. He spread it over every inch of his skin while it lasted. It felt amazing as it filled his pours, cleansing them, regunvinating them like nothing ever had before. It was quite the romantic scene. The moon was full up above, and there was no sound besides the flowing of the river and a few animals. It was just the two of them, the lord's daughter becoming a part of him, her essence purifying his skin. Then something changed entirely, making the experience all the more worth it.

He had his mouth open, letting a breath out in the cold air when it happened. A drop of blood fell down, landing directly on his tongue. Instantly he froze as the metallic taste hit him. It slid down his tongue, making its way to the back of his throat. It was only then that he moved at all, closing his mouth and swallowing. It sent an all new kind of feeling through him. The blood just soaking through him was not enough. This new form, drinking it, was what he needed. He stood immediately, the girl's neck right at the level of his face. He licked his lips before diving in, licking up the blood that was trailing over her skin still. There was till more though, inside. He bit around her open wound, drawing more blood out. He lapped it up with haste, feeling it flow down his throat, exciting every cell in his body. He could feel himself changing, becoming more radiant.

There was only a small amount of blood left by the time he was done. It either coated his outsides or his insides, leaving the girl dry. It was a horrific sight to see. Blood soaked his skin, making him an entirely red being. It dripped from the corners of his bright red mouth. He was smiling at the girl, thanking her again, feeling a new connection with her. She had given him her own life. He knew very well that he couldn't be caught this way. He called his servants back to clean up his tub. In the meantime he went to the river, washing himself off. He could only watch in mourning as the remnants of the girl's blood flowed down the river. Still though, she was inside of him, forever a part of him. He had gotten what he wanted from her. He felt completely refreshed, pure. His search was finally over. This was going to be his life.

He returned to the lord's manor, not waking a soul as he did so. As far as anyone was concerned, he had never left. The daughter though, as expected, there was quite the ruckus made when it became obvious that she was gone. Gadiel acted clueless as noise spread through the halls. He got dressed, and headed out, quickly meeting paths with the lord. He asked what was going on, being told that the girl had vanished in the night. He feigned worry perfectly, showing true concern. He even offered to help find her, which was denied. He couldn't ask so much from an honored guest.

The girl was found that afternoon, news being brought back to the lord instantly. He was hit with a sorrow he had never known before, spending the night mourning his lost daughter. Gadiel of course, offered his deepest condolences, finding it truly tragic that she had been taken so young. He was a perfect actor, getting nothing but thanks and apologies that such a thing had to happen during his visit. Gadiel assured them it was no problem. The next day he set out to leave anyway. The girl had proven what he needed, but he knew he would need many more. It was onto the next town.

The same thing happened over again. No matter where he went, there was some one suitable, and each time he became stronger, feeling the energy from their blood rushing through him, restoring his flawless beauty. At least he felt as if that was what was happening. There was no way of telling if it was real or not. What proof was there to anyone's beliefs though?

It wasn't so easy to go by unnoticed though. The towns may have been spread out far, but that didn't mean news didn't travel. It wasn't hard to try an connect him to what was going on with the disappearances and murders of the youth of wealthy families. To divert some of this attention, he would start to spend months in one place, sending his servants off to kill off some one in a town some way off. It couldn't have possibly been him if he wasn't there. When enough time had passed he would act on his own, bringing down the target he kept watch over for the months he stayed in one place. On more than one occasion he even took more than one life at a time. With more space in between his feedings and baths, he needed more at once. That was how his logic made it work out at least.

Waiting so long was trialing though. He could feel the youth slipping from him as he entered his twenties. Something was going to have to change. As he went further west, he was met with new, larger towns and different cultures. There were the beginning of finishing schools like the woman he was told about ran. That was when the idea hit him. He could easily enter one of these very schools. It wasn't that uncommon for some one like him to attend these schools. He traveled further west, reaching a larger city than he had ever seen. It was made up mostly of the young nobles and upper class that had come to the very city for what Gadiel had been searching for, a finishing school, one that was opened up to both genders. The moment he arrived, he enrolled in this school. With a back ground and family like his, it was impossible to deny him entrance. He even had some of his odd requests catered to with no question, one of these being a large private bath to himself, locked up, only able to be unlocked with one key that only Gadiel was in possession of.

He acted as any other student for the first few months, knowing it was dangerous to start his work as soon as he entered school. One day, he could just tell it was the right time. He already had girls hanging onto him by this time. He even had a few men that were under his "mind control". No one could deny him. All he had to was suggest a little bit of a secret get together. Not only was his influence strong, but there was the rebellion of youth that made it impossible to say no to his request. Everything was falling into place.

His "get together" was as grand as any had ever been up to that point in history and beyond. Not even Gadiel was sure about everything that went on that night. He knew that he ended up with the tattoo on his back, one of the girl's being talented in fine arts and studying the art of marking the body. They went on drinking. At one point, even Gadiel forgot what the real plan was supposed to be. It wasn't until he spotted one of his far too loyal servants that he remembered, suddenly getting very serious. It was amazing how easy it was to knock a group of young people out with nothing more than a few good plants and a good drink. They dropped like flies at his feet, a good dozen of them lying there. Gadiel knew well that he could have been going overboard with the number, but he had also come up with a plan to cover it up that would make it reasonable. With everyone down, he passed that sacred key along to his servant as he went to prepare himself for what was going to become his most revitalizing treatment yet.

An hour later he went to his private bath to get on with what had to be done. He hadn't seen anyone on his way there. It was easy to assume that he was really getting away with this. The moment he stepped through the door though, he was met with a completely different sight. There was no sign of a single one of his "friends" as they waited for their deaths. Instead he was met with the view of a line of large men, all looking at him with disgust. That was when he noticed on of his servants in the corner, looking at him with tears flowing down their face, a look of absolute apology written in their eyes. right then Gadiel knew he had been turned in. After three years now, one of those bastards spoke up about what had been going on, about the people he killed. He was going to be dmned if he was going to be caught and sentenced for his actions. Instantly he turn and ran, light on his feet as he sprinted at top speed. He wasn't just in good shape for the looks. He gave a good number of those trained men a run for their money.

He made it outside, making a dead run for the forest where he knew he could get away. Even with bare feet that were being torn apart by the harsh ground, he got within a few yards. Out of nowhere though he felt a piercing pain shoot through his torso. He tried to take a few steps, so close to his escape, but he only found himself stumbling around until he found to the ground, only increasing the pain in his chest. He looked down to see the corner of a blade sticking out from his chest. As he watched his own blood flow out of his body, his hands blindly felt around his back until they came into contact with a broad, cool metal object. Feeling around he could tell it was an ax of some kind. Was he really going to be killed by something as barbaric as a battle ax? That seemed to be the case. He tried to pull it out, but only cried out in pain after moving it just a millimeter. There was no way to get away from it.

All he could do was struggle as the man that had thrown the massive weapon caught up to him. He was crawling around aimlessly, his vision blurry and his body going numb. Finally his body fell flat, and with another gasp of pain he just gave up, lying their. Tears streamed down his face, his body shaking in a mix of fear and pain. He was going to die. The man reached him, and Gadiel felt his flesh tearing apart brutally as he drew his ax from Gadiel's back, picking him a few feet off of the ground in the process. He fell back down though, the weapon freeing itself from the sheath that his body had become. His eyes looked up to the face he couldn't even make out through his clouded mind and the dark. What he could make out though was the shape of that bloody ax. His eyes widened and all of his breath left him as he stared at it. Seconds later light flashed off of it as it was brought down. He didn't feel or register it when it happened, but the blade cut right down through his neck, a sure way to kill a vampire. Though at that point his soul was long gone, his body was marred even further, the worries of vampirism being very real. Stakes were driven into his lifeless corpse, silver buried with him in an unmarked grave in the woods. That was the less than glamorous end that Gadiel had all but expected.


AFTERLIFE:
The moment his soul was separated from his body, Gadiel didn't go straight to Hell as a number of other souls did. He was left confused. He had witnessed the tortures to his flawless body, but he wasn't in it. He watched in horror as it was buried so crudely, knowing no one would ever know what had happened to him aside from those that had witnessed it. He couldn't do anything about it though. He had tried to stop them, but his body, if that was even what he could call it, went right through all of those that he tried to touch. He instantly retreated with horror, shouting out at them, but no one responded, let along acknowledged him. Never in his life had he been ignored, now that was his fate, or he thought that was as simple as his fate was going to be.

There was little use in him continuing to stay where he was. There was nothing for him there. He simply decided that he would return to his home in the mountains. Even if he couldn't be seen, he could be at the one place that was made for him, where he would live on like a prince for all eternity. His father would always honor him, and his name would be passed down through their honorable family. Gadiel knew that much would be true. He had traveled so far though. He had no help to get him back, or any idea of where he was going. His travels were only hindered more by the fact that the chain coming out of his chest kept deteriorating. Each time he was wracked with new pain. It was getting dangerously short before he even realized it. Only a month had gone by, and by the looks of it, he was no where near his home.

It was only shortly after that it finally happened. The chain ate away at itself all in one burst, pain taking over his entire body. His mind went black. He became completely unaware at that point. He didn't know the transformation his body went under. He was oblivious to his new beastly form. He didn't know he was about to become his own legend. The form he took on was an odd mix between a human and a wolf, yet clearly with distorted enough features to not be classified as one or the other. HIs body was lanky and covered in fur. He hungered for the energy he had sought out during his life time, only in a new form. In this state, he hunted right for the souls themselves, rather than obtaining them through blood alone. He had become a true beast of the night, a true vampire with powers beyond just those he gained from drinking blood. He had transformed into the beast a vampire truly was.

As he got stronger, Gadiel developed his own powers. The more souls he devoured, the more powerful these powers became. It wasn't long until he found the power to force himself onto the physical plane. He could attack living people with strong life forces in this form. At the same time though, they could see him for as long as he was able to stay in this form, which wasn't for extended periods of time. The way he came and went, devouring people within one town, soon drew up old legends of werewolves. Real life drama was enough to tie living beings to the actions that he performed himself. Stories of such a beast had existed in the area of the world for sometime, he was only fueling its existence.

He would have gone on with that kind of life forever had it not been for the appearance of some strange spirits. At the time he had no idea what they were. They wielded swords like he had never seen before, possessed more power than he had ever sensed from any soul. It drove him on in his hunger. He didn't restrain himself from attacking the group that had come. He was even able to devour one of them. As he was doing so though, the remaining three made quick work of disposing of him, retiring his soul to the way it had been that first month after he died. After nearly two years, he was finally self aware again, able to look around and name objects, able to recognize some other feeling besides maddening hunger.

He was hardly able to celebrate this for long though. Moments after he was freed from the form of the beast, there was an eruption of something new. A large gate appeared before him. He could only stare in fear and wonder as it opened up, untold horrors clearly lying behind it. He tired to get away, but such actions were futile. He was caught but bony hands that nearly crushed him with their force. He struggled against them, looking onward at the world before him, reaching out for any kind of help, anything to grab onto. He let out scream after scream, but nothing did him any kind of good. In no more than a few moments he was dragged beyond that gate that shut and vanished just as quickly as it had appeared, sealing Gadiel's true fate. When all was said and done, Gadiel came to on the highest level of Hell. He had never been that religious, but he wasn't ignorant enough to be clueless as to where he was at the time. He knew that this wasn't heaven, it was far too pitiful and filled with torture to be such a place. That only left Hell for him. He was going to spend his eternal afterlife in that place.

Hell was, of course, Hell. Gadiel was met with true tortures he had never even imagined. He couldn't count the number of times that he had died. He was sure he died want to. If he wasn't being torn apart by one of those monsters that guarded the gates of Hell, he was being slaughtered by another sinner. Hell was a cruel place to any new soul. Each time he died, it was only more painful. Being reborn over and over only drained him of energy, but no matter what happened he just couldn't stay dead, no matter how hard he wished for it sometimes. Living like this was not the reason he had done the things he had. He was better than this. This was not the fate that he had deserved. This was utter madness, and it enraged him like nothing ever had before.

It wasn't until he actually met a weaker togabito that he realized all of this time he too had been getting stronger. He found himself able to actually defeat some one that came after him. Not only this, but he discovered abilities that felt somewhat familiar to him. Gadiel found he could use them with ease. The movements were a bit strange to him, but none the less, they came naturally to him. Within the next few years, he began to rise up from the average pitiful being of Hell. He regained his pride full force. He had been blessed even when in Hell. What else would he have expected? He found it almost amusing that he had really thought God had abandoned a creature like him to this place.

He went right back to his old ways. He traveled through the deepest parts of Hell, seeking out those who he deemed were worthy. He lured them in just as he always had. He didn't care if they could be reborn, Gadiel still drained these souls of every ounce of Blood they had, at least until they died the death of a togabtio, melting into a pool of lava, their soul sent back to the bottom of Hell where they would have to crawl their way back up to reach their beloved Gadiel, which some truly did over and over again, finally having some kind of purpose in their miserable state. Gadiel accepted them over and over again as well. Who was he to turn them away?

While in Hell, he found the existence of the Sins to be intriguing rather than repulsing like so many other did. They were the highest of the high. They were the ones that would never have to question if they were allowed in his presence or not. Among these, the Sin known as Greed peaked his interests the most. The Sin already had everything, everything that Gadiel could have wanted in their current world. He had the riches and lavish things that Gadiel had gone after in his own life. He had the resources and connections that Gadiel needed to keep up his blood flow.

Unlike other togabito he didn't have to be defeated in order to accept a role as the pet of a Sin. In fact he simply approached Greed, making the request himself. Greed was of course greedy. Gadiel was quite the catch. He was a gorgeous man, and one with strong power at that. Those facts could not be questioned. Due to those same facts, he could not be denied the role, and his life of luxuries began all over again. He didn't even have to go out and find his own meals. He had influence over other tortured souls. He could get nearly anyone he wanted brought right to him with nothing more than an order.

Things changed when the gates of Hell opened up. Gadiel suddenly got hit with the cravings he had been missing out on for centuries. Togabito blood was powerful, but it was nothing like the flesh of a human had been. He made quick work of exiting with haste. He called up another nearly lost power. He wasn't sure how he knew he had it, but it was just something that hit him as soon as he entered the human world. He was once again able to force himself into creating a physical body for himself. Unlike other togabitos he could be seen, interact with the humans that had no power what so ever. The only others that had power like this were the Sins themselves. It only seemed fitting that such a gift be so narrowly spread out among so few beings of true class. He used his power well, showing no restraint in his search for Blood. The world had changed, making the perfect people hard to find, but he never did fail. He was feed, bathing, draining nearly every night. He had no worries about being caught. He could vanish into thin air,. He had no real place in that world. Human s could do nothing to him. He had become a being beyond their grasps. He could do all that he wanted, and he would remain that way for all of eternity, looking over humanity from his throne, never aging or changing.