The Games of Babalon by Ni'ellis Rocksz (feel good books to read .TXT) 📕

I am Samournai Ezio Laxius,#467 in the Games of Bablon. A vampire-succubus mix, placed upon thousands of downworlders in a match to the death, in hopes of gaining the crown of New Babalon. It's killed or be killed. No mercy for the weak and nimble. No hiding places for those who wish to cower under the preasure. No peace or sanity, just aberration and pandemonium.

A week has passed, 8,058 are dead. No one knows who are left. The tough and willing are surviving through out the shadows. I, on the otherhand, am waiting. Looking for something to feast on, prey that will quench my thirst for blood and beating hearts. Searching for bodies that I could litter the streets with when i get hungry. I stay out in the open, only those who aren't confident hide. Many mistake my frail,pale 5'6 frame ro be my weakness. But in fact, it suits me well.

I've only been living for 18 years, but I've seen it all. Losing my parents to the ones that made them into what they are. Fighting in between the streets since I was 9. I know what I am capable of. That factor was introduced to me when I was 11. But no need for the life line, I know what it is I want to accomplish.And It's avenging my parents, that is keeping me in these games.

Watch out King Larcuis, I'm coming straight for your head...

     I traced my fingers over her dessicated lips, as she sat there, staring at me in animosity and malady. Bound to a steel chair, only one wing in exsistence, blood trilling down her spine, as our eyes locked for a brief second. A smile threatened it's exsistence upon my lips, I slapped her. Making her rock inside of her chair. No words came out. I figured that much since she already knew her final fate was in my hands. For moments, in silence, my eyes surveyed her battered body. Cuts coiled around every inch of her body, allowing blood to flow abundantly from her face down. Bruises color her pale, frail skin. Dried vomit makes a fine crust around her lips and neck. An abominable mess, she is, but I must keep her alive so that her torture could fufill my need of contentment.

"What a beautiful fallen angel." I mentioned wickedly."I meant, look at you now."

Stopping in front of her, I reached over, grabbing for the corners of her face, but she averted my touch. "Oh, so you want to play the game that got you here, ok then."

Abruptly I seized her by the neck, glaring into her hazel eyes. Tightening my grip, I granted her, her last words. "I hope the Lord spares no mercy on your atramentous and twisted heart. Grinning I spoke to her the last words she'll ever hear: "May God find a place for you too." With that I slashed open her chest cavities, pulling out my prize: her heart. Visciously savoring ever last morsel of it; eating away at the rest of her deformed body.

Leaving the scraps in the cellar, I made my way out into the world. I could tell it was midnight by the way the moon was positioned. Not quite fufilled, I crept in between the trees, letting the brisk breeze air ravage her and my scent. I sensed the presence of another, though my eyes have failed to let me see them. Forgetting my distraction, I continued towards my destination: Alym River. That is the place where my favorite meals lie, the sirens. Their sweet nectar-like blood, flowing easily down my throat, floats around in my head as I make my way closer to the river. Shrills of laughter ricocheted off the tree trunks, I knew they were unaware of the ft that they will be my meal in a matter of seconds.

Before I could approach them, the presence of my shadow was stronger than ever. Turning around, I turned on my sixth sense, searching for who ever decided to lurk after me. Seconds later, there he was. I didn't know who., but something told me he was a force to be reckoned with. He had piercing emerald green eyes that look as though they were going through my non-exsistent soul. His jaw-line was chisled and set, his cheekbones complimented his set jaw. He had tempting, vivid red lips that curved into a sinister as I stared, trance-like, at him. His skin was pale, his body slim, but strong. I couldn't help but admire his adonis-like stature.

"Who are you?" I asked eyeing the beautiful creature suspiciously. No answer, he just stood there, staring at me, letting the moon's light highlight his incredible features. I stared right back at him, in his eyes mostly. Trying to use my ability to read, to get into who he is.

"It's not going to work" He stated matter-of-factly. I reeled myself out of the trance to look at him again.

"Fine, then tell me who you are and why you're following me." His smile crept it's way back onto his face.

"I'm Elliot Veial Kilston, leader of the fallen shifters."

"You're a shifter?" "The last one."  Eyeing him again, I glanced at the symbols coiling from his neck on down. "Where are you from and why are you following me?" I asked finding some similarity from the symbols.

"I'm from the city of Maerze. Seeking a way into the kingdom."

"Why are you following me?"

"Because..." "Because, what?" I asked slightly annoyed.

"Because you need me more than I need you."

"Yea right." I turned away, continuing towards my tempting meal.

"Suits yourself."He stated mockingly.

Slowly, I began to feel lightheaded. My vision was blurring and all I could see afterwards, was his sinister grin. "See you soon." He mouthed as I passed out.

My body was stiff, eyes began to slightly flutter open as I glanced into the same piercing green eyes I saw the night before.

"What the hell? What did you do to me the night before?" I exclaimed bitterly.

"Oh you mean that sleeping venom I injected into you four nights-"

"Four nights!! What gives you the right to just come out of nowhere and give me some random sleeping drug like-" He cut me off with a gentle, quick brush of the lips.

"Now, are you finished?"

Astounded, I stood there, admiring the softness of his lips. Though it was brief and faint, the feeling still lingered on. "Yes. I suppose, since you decided it was best to quiet me down. That brought a smile to his face."Well, you wouldn't want me to be rude and hit you, or to scream out: YOU'RE MAKING MY EARS BLEED!, now would you?" I became absolutely quiet, letting the question at hand evaporate into the atmosphere.

"Ok, I take that as a complete no. Are you hungry?"

"Nah, not really, I can't really eat with  someone who injects inconspicuously with venom, then asks me for breakfast." I said all too soon. My stomach began to rumble loudly, contradicting the words I have just spoken.

"Come on. You've been out for three days and I'm honestly sorry about that. At least let me make it up to you and your resounding stomach. Plus I know a place where we could get some great sirens."

"Sirens?"

"Mhm."

Giving in, I allowed him to lead to the way of the food...

  We walked and talked for about an hour before we got a few yards from our destination.

"They hang out at that the Aslym River." He whispered lowly to me.

"We're behind them now so the attack will come at a surprise." He said tracing the markings on his neck. 

"Fine by me." I whispered lowly.

At this time, it was the brink of midnight, this was the time of the sirens and fallen angels. The moon outlined their already pale bodies as they capered around, naked inside the black river. There were only two of them, so Elliot and both would have our fill. I could feel my transformation occuring before I feed, my eyes turned red and silver, my fangs extended and my nails were razor sharp. Elliot on the otherhand stayed the same way he was.

"Hey, why aren't you adjusting to the feed?" I asked staring at him in his same formation.

"Trust me. I have already changed."

"Huh?" I

Within seconds he sprung through the trees, grasping onto the first siren he seen. Her screams filled the air as both tried to flee from the grasp of Elliot. Quickly I sprung out too, latching on to the other's neck with my fangs before she had the chance to escape.

"Where are you going?" I growled into her ear. She screamed louder than the last, swiftly, I silenced her scream with a quick insicion to her neck. Soon I began to tear into her, careful not to harm her chest, for my dessert lies inbetween the chambers. Elliot's chamber wasn't quite dead yet, but she wasn't much alive either. She was repeating a name, in low raspy whispers. Briskly, I finished my meal. Tearing out her heart with only my index finger and thumb. Squeezing all her sweet, glorious nectar down my mouth, letting it fill my lips with pleasure. Ending it off with a nice heart for a treat. Casting her corspe away, I made my way towards Elliot, who seemed to be enticed by every last piece of meat left on her skeleton.

"Are you finished yet?" I asked somewhat impatiently.

"Almost. Hey do  you know someone by the name of Hades?" He asked me, his mouth pooling over with black blood.

"It sounds familiar, but not too much. Why?"

"The siren kept repeating the name over and over again. That's why I had to take out her windpipe." He held the instrument up to show me.

"Oh, well if I remember I'll tell you." I said quickly trying to end the subject.

In actuality, I did know Hades. Hades Marcilus Corvente, the prince of the underworld. His father, the king of this utopia Babalon. Hades is a demon mixed with vampire and a ruthless killer with no heart. But I guess I made him the way he is today, because I did eat the heart of his step-mother. Technically it wasn't me, it was my pernicious side, I call him Yakunan, which means evil in Japanese. He was released on his own,8 years ago, I had no control over the murder of his step-mom. Funny, I didn't mind being controlled