Optical
The Fall of the Eleventh
Great! I've been waiting for ages for this! 
The Celestial Bureaucracy
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Ken Rahaim
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From an awesome season 1 ending to an awesome season 2 beginning! Thanks for picking the "pen" up again, TD!
mayor
Heart & Mind
Awesome, Dawn... I offered up some office time but it was worth every second 
Civ'ed
I ain't gotta explain a thing
a scary update, a good one.
Civ'ed
I ain't gotta explain a thing
:gasp: BURN THE HERETIC!
christos200
Never tell me the odds
Realy what is Ulm?
mayor
Heart & Mind
strijder20
Wallowing in irony
Nice!
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I'm still holding hope out for Ulm. People can come back to stuff even when it appears dead.
Enough with the Ulm spam, awesome update!
Enough with the Ulm spam, awesome update!
Tomorrow's Dawn
Heroes Never Die
I was secretly hoping that either SouthernKing or momo1000 would come in and comment on Jewish Indian Vampires but this is a pretty good response.
Anyways, I think I can get another chapter out in two to three weeks.
Anyways, I think I can get another chapter out in two to three weeks.
momo1000
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You called
? I cringed a few times with the whole Lucifer thing but over all it was very good! Plus now I'm a vampire-angel thing! Is it bad that I'm rooting for the Indians 
?
SamSniped
DJ Goodboye
Wow! Sisutil AND TD updated!
Tomorrow's Dawn
Heroes Never Die
Ain’t easy rough’n it out on the frontier,
Some varmint comes and makes off with your horse?
Well, you’re better off dead then if y’can’t make it t’ town.
Ain’t got no water and far from town?
Don’t think you can eat th’ snow; many a good man died that way,
It’s rough up here in the frigid north.
Ah just gotta ask,
Sure, them Punjabs killed th’ Emperor,
but we been fightin’ off the Manchus fer centuries now!
An’ it don’ never seem to stop.
There just ain’t no law in sum’ o’ these parts,
What’s a settler an’ his family to do, consarn it?
Where’s our soldiers?!
Well, ‘kay, Ah admit,
Ah ain’t given our beloved Empress th’ credit she deserves,
They been sendin’ these queer doohickeys from th’ capital fer testin’,
And passin’ them out free o’ charge, no questions asked t’ ev’ry man o’er sixteen,
Ah just got mine t’day at th’ town square,
If luck would hav’ it, them Manchoos be ridin’ into town for a raid,
Ah don’ never picked up one o’ these things in my life,
But th’ law man an’ th’ officer rallied us into a line and told us t’ open fire,
Sure as hell, we sent them Manchoos packin’ back where they came from,
Scared them an’ their horses plenty, heh,
Ah think ah done like me this gun.
~Baek Chan Sung, Hangzhou frontiersman.
It’s been exactly two months since I was born again.
I still remember the cruel revelation that I had open first waking,
I didn’t know what I was asking for.
I was just afraid.
Rabbi Singh was dead serious about my request though, even if I wasn’t at first,
He took me under his wing in secret and furnished a room in the synagogue tower for me,
Each night we would awaken and he would give me theology lessons and teach me the history
of the Elohim and the unique state of our physical & spiritual condition.
No longer could I walk the day or risk perishing into ash from the Sun’s burning rays.
My wounds healed at incredible speeds and I exhibited superhuman levels of power in everything that I found myself pursuing. Rabbi Singh also tutored me in the usage of my newfound strength and speed. There would come a night and a time when I would have to join the ranks of the Elohim in direct confrontation against the hated Bureau. I laughed and asked how hard it would be if I had power like this.
He shook his head and berated me for being cocky.
I was told that I had no idea what kind of things they were capable of.
The Rabbi also warned me not to use my abilities irresponsibly, as to risk exposure to the mortal populace.
If people knew that monsters walked and preyed amongst them; regardless of our holy mission,
they would turn on us in a heartbeat and destroy us in our sleep.
It took me a while to get used to drinking blood.
I refused to take my sustenance from mortals for several weeks on moral grounds, even though the Rabbi assured me that every drink was not necessarily lethal if only I willed it and warned me that I could only live off animal blood for so long and that I would eventually become stricken by blood sickness. His assistant, Nagina Madhani approached me; a serving girl who was secretly in the know about the Elohim mission, as were hundreds of thousands of mortals all across the Judaic lands. She offered her neck to sate my thirsting hunger. Rabbi Singh told me that people like Nagina were known as the Zealots. They were usually specially selected by members of the Elohim to serve us, without becoming monsters in the process. Loyal to God and his fallen angels, the Zealots faithfully give themselves and their lives to us and carry out our will in places that we cannot. When I asked him what this meant, he wouldn’t answer me right away and told me that I would have to wait for an explanation later. He pushed Nagina towards me as she kneeled, waiting for me to draw from her blood. I couldn’t. For weeks, I forced myself to drain whatever gutter rats snuck around the synagogue. But it wouldn’t last for long, and true to Rabbi Singh’s words, I succumbed to a blood sickness from not having fresh human blood in my diet.
Nagina Madhani offered me her neck on the fourth day of my blood sickness and finally, I relented. The moment I bit into her neck was accompanied by an ecstatic release. There was never any sort of rush I had felt before that compared to the drawing of a person’s blood. I was so caught up, that I almost drained her dry. Rabbi Singh had to forcefully pry me away from her to prevent myself from killing her. I was briefly reprimanded and left to recover.
I thought I heard her whimper for a second when she left the room but
I reminded myself that she was a volunteer and that it was inconsequential as a result.
Tonight, I walk the night market of Madras, to pick up a package for Rabbi Singh.
The market was still bustling, even though it was well late into the evening; such is the nature of a busy city like Madras. While security had been raised and new garrisons came into the city everyday, it ironically didn’t stop the prevalence of petty crime and corruption that seemed to have a permanent hold over the market district.
I felt a bump against my side as I pushed my way through the crowd. But being a Madras native, I was no fool. Checking my wrist, I realized that the trinket I was wearing was missing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the thief, trying to make a hasty escape. I followed him. As the boy realized he was being followed, he turned a corner and broke into a full sprint, leaving a huge splash as he stepped into a muddy puddle in the middle of the street. I shoved a man who was blocking my way aside as I gave chase to the street urchin. Eventually, after chasing him across seven blocks, I was lured into a seedy back alley, where a gang of men awaited me. The boy whispered into the ears of one of the muscle-bound, shirtless men and smiled as he faded behind the throng of gangsters.
Dailiang begins construction of the Grand National Academy.
The city has cemented it's position as the premier scientific nexus of the world at this point.
I knew of them.
They were members of the Viridian Talwars street gang, a well-known criminal organization in town.
Before, as a mortal son of a rich and prosperous banker, I might have turned tail and run, fearing for my well-being.
Ransom was always a risk, as the son of a rich banker. But I had no such fear and no such family ties now.
And I had no reservations about doing whatever it took it get back my trinket.
When the Viridian Talwars noticed that I was standing my ground, they all began to approach me.
The biggest gangbanger lurched towards me, brandishing his talwar from which his gang took his namesake. I licked my lips as he raised his right arm to take a swing at me. It wasn’t long before my hand shot through his chest and out of his back, splattering waves of hot blood against his friends. It must have been too dark for them to notice because at that instant, the rest of the gangsters all lunged towards me. The first man was a fool. He left his neck open. Catching his blade arm with my hand, I spun him around and sank my fangs into his neck, then pulled back in the opposite direction as I spun him back around again, tearing and snapping his neck as my mouth was filled with a river of red.
I didn’t even have to work that hard for the next kill; I simply tripped the boy as I sidestepped his clumsy swing and he fell face first onto his own blade. The overcast cloud formation overhead had cleared and the light of the moon finally struck my visage into plain sight. Terror overcame the Viridian Talwars as they saw the blood caked around my mouth coupled with my bare fangs.
The thief ran further into the alleyway as I wreaked havoc amongst the gang members and drained them of their blood. Wiping my mouth clean, I took my time as I hunted the boy down in the back streets of Madras. Eventually I came upon him, huddled underneath a trash heap and begging for his life, pushing the trinket before my feet. He was absolutely terrified. I think at that moment, I may have sated my hunger not from the blood I had procured, but from the glee at the fact that I held so much power over someone. Perhaps this was what my father felt when he seized the life savings of peasants, the bastard. My eyes gleamed as I dove in for the kill and drained the urchin of his blood.
I returned to the synagogue with an aura of triumph around me.
I knew Rabbi Singh would not approve of my self-assuredness, but I was satisfied.
When I walked through the synagogue doors, I opened my mouth to begin explaining
why I didn’t come back home with the package when the Rabbi interrupted me.
“Pack your things, Rajat,”
“Why?” I asked, puzzled.
“The Chinese are approaching the city,”
“Doesn’t this mean that I finally have the opportunity to fight against Lucifer’s armies?”
“It’s not so simple,” my mentor replied as Nagina rushed past me with a bundle of supplies.
“We can never fight the Bureau directly. At least, the Elohim can’t,”
“I…don’t understand,” I admitted.
“Come with me,” Rabbi Singh said grimly as he led me up the stairs.
The Zealot Nagina followed not too far behind us.
We reached the top of the tower by the mountainside and from here,
we could overlook the entire city and what laid beyond in the eastern Vajra countryside.
“There,” he pointed.
For the first time in two months, my eyes were exposed to a blinding light.
On the eastern horizon over the countryside, shone a piercing light that permeated across the vagaries of the ocean of ultramarine that colored the night. That light surrounded the Chinese army as they continued on with their night march on Madras.
“What do you see?” he asked me.
“It’s light. Light like the sun’s…”
“That is correct, Rajat,”
“The reason is still unknown but wherever the Chinese conquer and lay claim to…becomes enveloped by the light…”
He brought Nagina to the fore of the balcony and asked her to tell us what she on the horizon.
She shook her head and told us that she saw no light. “Mortals cannot detect this disturbance, nor are they affected,” he continued. “But we can. And we are affected. Stepping into the Empire, even at night, will burn us to cinders, just as the Sun does. For that reason, we can never fight the Bureau on our own terms. At best, we can send in cells of Zealots to wreak internal havoc.
Do you understand now, Rajat?”
I was speechless as I stared at the glowing sphere that was steadily approaching.
“We can’t waste anymore time. This city will not and cannot hold against the Chinese. Do what you need, but we will be compiling documents in preparation for our flight from the city. We are going to rally with the rest of the Vajra branch of the Elohim in the capital.
I need you to prepare for a long trip,”
Some varmint comes and makes off with your horse?
Well, you’re better off dead then if y’can’t make it t’ town.
Ain’t got no water and far from town?
Don’t think you can eat th’ snow; many a good man died that way,
It’s rough up here in the frigid north.
Ah just gotta ask,
Sure, them Punjabs killed th’ Emperor,
but we been fightin’ off the Manchus fer centuries now!
An’ it don’ never seem to stop.
There just ain’t no law in sum’ o’ these parts,
What’s a settler an’ his family to do, consarn it?
Where’s our soldiers?!
Well, ‘kay, Ah admit,
Ah ain’t given our beloved Empress th’ credit she deserves,
They been sendin’ these queer doohickeys from th’ capital fer testin’,
And passin’ them out free o’ charge, no questions asked t’ ev’ry man o’er sixteen,
Ah just got mine t’day at th’ town square,
If luck would hav’ it, them Manchoos be ridin’ into town for a raid,
Ah don’ never picked up one o’ these things in my life,
But th’ law man an’ th’ officer rallied us into a line and told us t’ open fire,
Sure as hell, we sent them Manchoos packin’ back where they came from,
Scared them an’ their horses plenty, heh,
Ah think ah done like me this gun.
~Baek Chan Sung, Hangzhou frontiersman.
It’s been exactly two months since I was born again.
I still remember the cruel revelation that I had open first waking,
I didn’t know what I was asking for.
I was just afraid.
Rabbi Singh was dead serious about my request though, even if I wasn’t at first,
He took me under his wing in secret and furnished a room in the synagogue tower for me,
Each night we would awaken and he would give me theology lessons and teach me the history
of the Elohim and the unique state of our physical & spiritual condition.
No longer could I walk the day or risk perishing into ash from the Sun’s burning rays.
My wounds healed at incredible speeds and I exhibited superhuman levels of power in everything that I found myself pursuing. Rabbi Singh also tutored me in the usage of my newfound strength and speed. There would come a night and a time when I would have to join the ranks of the Elohim in direct confrontation against the hated Bureau. I laughed and asked how hard it would be if I had power like this.
He shook his head and berated me for being cocky.
I was told that I had no idea what kind of things they were capable of.
The Rabbi also warned me not to use my abilities irresponsibly, as to risk exposure to the mortal populace.
If people knew that monsters walked and preyed amongst them; regardless of our holy mission,
they would turn on us in a heartbeat and destroy us in our sleep.
It took me a while to get used to drinking blood.
I refused to take my sustenance from mortals for several weeks on moral grounds, even though the Rabbi assured me that every drink was not necessarily lethal if only I willed it and warned me that I could only live off animal blood for so long and that I would eventually become stricken by blood sickness. His assistant, Nagina Madhani approached me; a serving girl who was secretly in the know about the Elohim mission, as were hundreds of thousands of mortals all across the Judaic lands. She offered her neck to sate my thirsting hunger. Rabbi Singh told me that people like Nagina were known as the Zealots. They were usually specially selected by members of the Elohim to serve us, without becoming monsters in the process. Loyal to God and his fallen angels, the Zealots faithfully give themselves and their lives to us and carry out our will in places that we cannot. When I asked him what this meant, he wouldn’t answer me right away and told me that I would have to wait for an explanation later. He pushed Nagina towards me as she kneeled, waiting for me to draw from her blood. I couldn’t. For weeks, I forced myself to drain whatever gutter rats snuck around the synagogue. But it wouldn’t last for long, and true to Rabbi Singh’s words, I succumbed to a blood sickness from not having fresh human blood in my diet.
Nagina Madhani offered me her neck on the fourth day of my blood sickness and finally, I relented. The moment I bit into her neck was accompanied by an ecstatic release. There was never any sort of rush I had felt before that compared to the drawing of a person’s blood. I was so caught up, that I almost drained her dry. Rabbi Singh had to forcefully pry me away from her to prevent myself from killing her. I was briefly reprimanded and left to recover.
I thought I heard her whimper for a second when she left the room but
I reminded myself that she was a volunteer and that it was inconsequential as a result.
Tonight, I walk the night market of Madras, to pick up a package for Rabbi Singh.
The market was still bustling, even though it was well late into the evening; such is the nature of a busy city like Madras. While security had been raised and new garrisons came into the city everyday, it ironically didn’t stop the prevalence of petty crime and corruption that seemed to have a permanent hold over the market district.
I felt a bump against my side as I pushed my way through the crowd. But being a Madras native, I was no fool. Checking my wrist, I realized that the trinket I was wearing was missing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the thief, trying to make a hasty escape. I followed him. As the boy realized he was being followed, he turned a corner and broke into a full sprint, leaving a huge splash as he stepped into a muddy puddle in the middle of the street. I shoved a man who was blocking my way aside as I gave chase to the street urchin. Eventually, after chasing him across seven blocks, I was lured into a seedy back alley, where a gang of men awaited me. The boy whispered into the ears of one of the muscle-bound, shirtless men and smiled as he faded behind the throng of gangsters.
Dailiang begins construction of the Grand National Academy.
The city has cemented it's position as the premier scientific nexus of the world at this point.
I knew of them.
They were members of the Viridian Talwars street gang, a well-known criminal organization in town.
Before, as a mortal son of a rich and prosperous banker, I might have turned tail and run, fearing for my well-being.
Ransom was always a risk, as the son of a rich banker. But I had no such fear and no such family ties now.
And I had no reservations about doing whatever it took it get back my trinket.
When the Viridian Talwars noticed that I was standing my ground, they all began to approach me.
The biggest gangbanger lurched towards me, brandishing his talwar from which his gang took his namesake. I licked my lips as he raised his right arm to take a swing at me. It wasn’t long before my hand shot through his chest and out of his back, splattering waves of hot blood against his friends. It must have been too dark for them to notice because at that instant, the rest of the gangsters all lunged towards me. The first man was a fool. He left his neck open. Catching his blade arm with my hand, I spun him around and sank my fangs into his neck, then pulled back in the opposite direction as I spun him back around again, tearing and snapping his neck as my mouth was filled with a river of red.
I didn’t even have to work that hard for the next kill; I simply tripped the boy as I sidestepped his clumsy swing and he fell face first onto his own blade. The overcast cloud formation overhead had cleared and the light of the moon finally struck my visage into plain sight. Terror overcame the Viridian Talwars as they saw the blood caked around my mouth coupled with my bare fangs.
The thief ran further into the alleyway as I wreaked havoc amongst the gang members and drained them of their blood. Wiping my mouth clean, I took my time as I hunted the boy down in the back streets of Madras. Eventually I came upon him, huddled underneath a trash heap and begging for his life, pushing the trinket before my feet. He was absolutely terrified. I think at that moment, I may have sated my hunger not from the blood I had procured, but from the glee at the fact that I held so much power over someone. Perhaps this was what my father felt when he seized the life savings of peasants, the bastard. My eyes gleamed as I dove in for the kill and drained the urchin of his blood.
I returned to the synagogue with an aura of triumph around me.
I knew Rabbi Singh would not approve of my self-assuredness, but I was satisfied.
When I walked through the synagogue doors, I opened my mouth to begin explaining
why I didn’t come back home with the package when the Rabbi interrupted me.
“Pack your things, Rajat,”
“Why?” I asked, puzzled.
“The Chinese are approaching the city,”
“Doesn’t this mean that I finally have the opportunity to fight against Lucifer’s armies?”
“It’s not so simple,” my mentor replied as Nagina rushed past me with a bundle of supplies.
“We can never fight the Bureau directly. At least, the Elohim can’t,”
“I…don’t understand,” I admitted.
“Come with me,” Rabbi Singh said grimly as he led me up the stairs.
The Zealot Nagina followed not too far behind us.
We reached the top of the tower by the mountainside and from here,
we could overlook the entire city and what laid beyond in the eastern Vajra countryside.
“There,” he pointed.
For the first time in two months, my eyes were exposed to a blinding light.
On the eastern horizon over the countryside, shone a piercing light that permeated across the vagaries of the ocean of ultramarine that colored the night. That light surrounded the Chinese army as they continued on with their night march on Madras.
“What do you see?” he asked me.
“It’s light. Light like the sun’s…”
“That is correct, Rajat,”
“The reason is still unknown but wherever the Chinese conquer and lay claim to…becomes enveloped by the light…”
He brought Nagina to the fore of the balcony and asked her to tell us what she on the horizon.
She shook her head and told us that she saw no light. “Mortals cannot detect this disturbance, nor are they affected,” he continued. “But we can. And we are affected. Stepping into the Empire, even at night, will burn us to cinders, just as the Sun does. For that reason, we can never fight the Bureau on our own terms. At best, we can send in cells of Zealots to wreak internal havoc.
Do you understand now, Rajat?”
I was speechless as I stared at the glowing sphere that was steadily approaching.
“We can’t waste anymore time. This city will not and cannot hold against the Chinese. Do what you need, but we will be compiling documents in preparation for our flight from the city. We are going to rally with the rest of the Vajra branch of the Elohim in the capital.
I need you to prepare for a long trip,”
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The Fall of the Eleventh
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