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    Fiat Tenebra: The Divyne Vampires, #2
    Fiat Tenebra: The Divyne Vampires, #2
    Fiat Tenebra: The Divyne Vampires, #2
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    Fiat Tenebra: The Divyne Vampires, #2

    By Bloodwitch Luz Oscuria

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    Fiat Tenebra - (Let Darkness Be) - by Bloodwitch Luz Oscuria is the continuation and end of a vampiric story on a fantasy background. The Pandemonia Vampire is back ... or almost. Through visions which constantly eat away at her throughout her journey far from her adopted city. Learn never-before-seen anecdotes belonging to residents of the Unique Vampiric location in the world of Divyn. Get to know more about diverse and varied creatures which made the heyday of the Vampire sphere. And find out what happened to the Vampire from "Night on Pandemonia" after her disappearance. In this final writing about the universe of Ivy, you will have the answers to all the questions that have remained unanswered since the previous volume. And you will know the end of the story.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBloodwitch Luz Oscuria
    Release dateDec 22, 2021
    ISBN9781667407890
    Fiat Tenebra: The Divyne Vampires, #2

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      Fiat Tenebra - Bloodwitch Luz Oscuria

      FIAT TENEBRA

      (Let Darkness be)

      Translated by Saleem Rustom

      The Intellectual Property Code prohibits copies or reproductions intended for collective use. Any full or partial representation or reproduction made by any means whatsoever, without the consent of the author or his successors in title, is illegal and constitutes an infringement, under the terms of articles L. 335-2 and following of the French Code of intellectual property.

      © 2015 Bloodwitch Luz Oscuria

      Table des matières

      LOST

      FLOUMAN

      A DIFFICULT CHOICE

      VICTOR

      THE RELEASE

      THE ART OF COMBAT

      WOODSTOCK

      LOST

      Pandemonia, year 1500 after Ivy. The air was dense, as though saturated with the opaque sulfur of an erupting volcano. Pandemonia was the vampiric city of the United Divine Spheres, a universe created by the Goddess Ivy. The Divyne, in Her infinite goodness, had made it possible for all kinds of creatures to have a place to protect and develop themselves, Vampires included. No one was present when Pandemonia was created. But her existence commanded vampires and other creatures of the night, to respect Ivy. For it was thanks to Her that they had this refuge.

      Most of the land surrounding the city consisted of a large piece of land made up of mountains, forests and water. Various small villages had grown up over the centuries in building lands such as Askarath. A town in the far northeast of the sphere at the foot of Ezmül River. Amongst the must-see places in the area, we could mention the mountains of Ezkülla, Lake De La Luna where once resided a band of Lycans led by a certain Ryder who was slain by a brave Vampire, the Valley of the Dead, the Strigoï plain. As well as the Abymes Forest, which surrounded Pandemonia. The stronghold par excellence of Vampires. The only place in the sphere where the sun never shone.

      The city, whose geographical shape recalled a pentacle due to the presence of five distinct districts ending in a spike, had everything its residents could need. A walkway surrounded the entirety of the place, used by guards who carry out endless patrols. Armed with bows and arrows ready for use as soon as a threat approaches. Others also filtered the entrances and exits around the access gates to the city, to ensure optimal security.

      At the heart of Pandemonia stood a Divyn Temple, erected by the Vampires themselves in honor of the Unique One. Although they were the most nefarious of all, these creatures did not forget that they owed the existence of this place to Her. And it was with honor and respect that they built this monument for Her. The pride of the entire city. The visit of which was a must for anyone passing nearby.

      The temple was surrounded by large gardens bordered by beech, oak and ash trees. Huge flower beds surrounded the path which led to its entrance. Although tortuous, this route was easily practicable for any Ivyan wishing to meditate. The temple itself cast an aura noticeable to the naked eye. It was indeed surrounded by a strong supernatural white glow. At the back of the building, the Ivyans’ credo was proudly engraved. Credo Potestae Divyna read there. And below was added that of the city’s Vampires, which was Fiat Tenebra. Let Darkness be. An excellent choice for a place which did not see the light of day. On the sides of the temple, pillars adorned with the name of Divyne stood proudly near the stained glass windows depicting the Unique One in different parts of Her history. And up front, two large ebony doors whose cuffs depicted the vampiric logo, the famous circle with a pair of fangs, were just waiting for someone to push them in order to gaze inside.

      When opened, these doors revealed rows of wooden benches separated in the middle by a passage covered with a long carpet, as red as blood, which led to the nave lit by black candles. On the surrounding walls, one could see tapestries depicting the first Vampires in history.

      The five branches making up the city were the commercial district, the first that one crossed while passing its imposing gates and the guards which protected them. Then the residential district, the district of the Inquisition, the district of the Government and finally, the military district. While the first two seemed welcoming, the other three seemed very austere. Especially the government quarters, due to its proximity to the cemetery. It should be noted that the Vampires took the various threats which hovered over them very seriously, and always buried the ashes of their fellows with dignity. The military quarters, although just as dark, concealed a priceless treasure that was the Library. It contained all the knowledge that the Vampires acquired over centuries. It also included a very complete bestiary, designed by Kereska Luz Oscuria, of all possible and imaginable creatures. The wealth of information for anyone wishing to learn as much as possible about the local wildlife.

      The most popular place in Pandemonia was its tavern. Originally called The Select, it was destroyed a long time ago, before giving way to another famous Phoenix, in honor of its rebirth. This is where the creatures of the city, as well as those from those passing by, gathered around a drink served by a Vampire by the name of Niaki. Although the latter was known for her clumsiness, she was nonetheless an excellent innkeeper and a formidable seductress, using and abusing her charms to attract her prey.

      She took great pleasure in telling an anecdote about it. When someone asked her to know how she did it, she ended her story with an enigmatic After the closing I will go back hunting. And maybe in a few hours, a member of your entourage will wonder where you are... Nobody had been afraid of her during the pronunciation of these words, knowing that she was joking and would not attack any of her fellow kind.

      The night was clear. And the surroundings of eminent Pandemonia were calm. Surely too much. Several decades had passed since the disappearance of High Priestess Bloodwitch Luz Oscuria, also Governor of the place. And none of the Pandemonians still present knew what became of her. Everyone had resumed their usual occupations, not without first waiting in vain for months for her to return. Hades Di Darkanis returned to the city, after years of traveling from sphere to sphere, in the company of Mercredi Aphrosia. He took over the head of the local government at the request of the residents.

      On the Divyn Cult side, no other High Priestess was named. But the Ivysses redoubled their efforts so this lack was not felt too much. Claudia Luz Oscuria, one of Bloodwitch’s granddaughters, was now old enough to assist Siana, Ivysse already in place for a long time, under the orders of Bloodwitch once. And it was with pleasure that Claudia began to assist her in the Temple dedicated to Goddess Ivy. It was as if Bloodwitch never existed. And yet, very far, beyond mountains and valleys...

      The Vampire was exhausted. Her exile had taken her far beyond her adopted lands. On the outskirts of an unknown city, following months of walking and fleeing from the solar star. Memories of what she had experienced in Pandemonia tirelessly haunted her. She couldn’t shake it off at all. Finding her soul, lost at the time of the resurrection of one of her sons, inflicted so much harm on her that she almost would have preferred to remain the bloodthirsty creature she had become. The one which, devoid of all feeling, delighted in draining with relish the blood of the many victims she produced.

      Now, as soon as her eyes closed, she relived those hateful moments she had known how to appreciate when she was that creature. Torture, hemoglobin, superiority. She didn’t want it anymore. If she could, she would pierce her heart herself. Just to put an end to this constant torment. Why was she undergoing so many torments? What had she done wrong to have to endure these visions, so real that she could still hear the screams of fear and pain from her victims?

      She was exhausted. She had to stop her aimless mad dash into the unknown. Pandemonia was very far behind her. She had traveled countless miles. So much so that an unknown

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