Blades of Immortality (1)

Kinda in a female POV,ok? Really..dark.
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Story Line:
(1)Blades of Immortality
(2)Rotten Fruits of the Harvest
(3)Dance in Hell
(4)You call this a bloodline?

Sequel-Rotten Fruits of the Harvest (Already out)
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Blades of Immortality
Would you not want them?
They beckon for you to come closer
Will you follow?
As they whisper,you yearn
When will it be your turn
To escape the lies and shadows
Of haunting memories?
To be an immortal being
To feel chains rattle on the wall no more
Would be better
Than to ever die
Blades of Immortality
They seem so real
But to you even care?
As the elders of nothingness
Ask you to take your oath
To bask in the glory of the never-dead
Will you swear by it?
Take the vow?
Reawaken your sins
As you plunge in the knife
Are you ready to swim in blood?
As the elders leave the room
And you have sworn your vow
In come three people
Two men
One woman
The men tie you to a circular stone
You lay on it
Drawing a breath,prepared for a new tomorrow
One man forces a brewed drink down your throat
The other chains you so you can't get up
They leave the room as the woman steps up
She says words in a different language
You moan as the drink starts burning in your stomach
She slits you carefully
You feel marks all over your untainted skin
As you open your eyes
You see blood dripping from her knife
She stares at you with cold,piercing eyes
You can't make a sound
But your blood does not pour
She steps up to a pillar as the two men come back in
One unties you
The other chains your hands together
You have a fright in your eyes
As they force you to your knees
The woman recites words from a pamphlet
Then takes out a small pot
She pulls out things from her pocket
And sprinkles them in
You hear a clang as she is finished
Then she summons the two men
They both are gruesomely killed
In front of your very eyes
By now you cannot stand the torture
But you try so hard
As soon as they are dead
She bites each of their necks
She pours half a cup from each body into a jug
The rest is left to her
She forces you to drink the jug
You gulp,scared
But you do what she says
You're not ready,
Your mind screams
But you know what is not real
Only hurts your dreams
You feel blood dripping all over your face
And see pools on the ground
You feel her clothe you in Gothic armor
You are draped in a black cloak with red designs
And under that a black,shimmering short dress
She pulls out a mirror and you look at yourself
You have changed
Your eyes have turned orange
Your hair red
She tells you that you can alter your appearances
You nod as your eyes suddenly flash green.