Waking the Villian of “The Curse”

Hey fans,

I thought I’d give everyone a sneak peek at the villain of my upcoming novel “The Curse: Origin of the Vampires, Book One”, the Primordial – Bellabarisruk.

Entry from the Glossary of Vampires:

Bellabarisruk: (3rd Generation Vampire) a former Chaldean nobleman and Chief of the Magi, who usurped the Babylonian throne. His usurpation brought him to the attention of Sharru-Kino the second-generation vampire king of El-Abel. Bellabarisruk was given the Gift of Cain and transformed into the first vampire of the third generation. He founded the princely Bel-Kino Clan.

Bel-Kino, Clan: (Vampire Clan) Founded by Bellabarisruk sometime after the great flood. This clan of vampires chooses only those who have proven political leadership skills. They rule over the various clans of vampires in a given city, county, province, or country depending on their age, skills, and power. Regardless of how much territory they control the leader is given the title Grand Duke or Grand Duchess and is addressed as Your Grace.

Primordials: A term used by vampires and hunters a like to identify the most ancient of vampires, primarily Cain, the lost vampires of the second generation Bel-Sarra, Sharru-Kino, Nina-Ishtar, and the original members of the third generation of vampires. All of these vampires existed before the great flood destroyed El-Abel and have powers understood by very few outside their generation. While Izcacus has the powers of a primordial, he is not counted among their numbers because he is many millennia younger than the rest of the third generation.

This ancient vampire, one of the few to have actually lived in El-Abel, considers himself the heir to the throne of Cain and his followers keep watch for those who seek the lost city. He considers Richard St. Martin a usurper and a child and does not fear the man known as both Lord Hunter and Lord Slayer. His clan control the politics of most vampire courts and in many cases the mortal cities where those courts are based. Dr. Jeremiah Banks and Professor Juan Di Vargas, have made Bellabarisruk’s target list because of their quest to discover the city of Cain be it called Enoch or El-Abel. He will use any means at his disposal to prevent anyone from reaching the ruins of the ancient city before he can.

Here’s an unedited glance at his followers waking this ancient horror.

Vampire Interlude: Primordial Rising

Torches flickered and hissed as the procession moved down the rough-hewn corridor towards the great chamber at the end. The members of the procession split as they entered the chamber as those carrying torches used them to light the great braziers before racking them in holders around the outer wall. Three struggling naked young men were pushed to the center of the room and forced to their knees. Their chains rattled against the stone floor. In the center of the room stood a bier carved from the finest marble and resting on top was the desiccated body of a man in blood red robes and heavy gold jewelry. The members of the procession knelt facing the bier with the exception of those guarding the three naked young men. When all were kneeling, they began to chant in a strange and ancient language only the repetition of what must be a name caught on the ears of the chained youths. Bellabarisruk was the only word any of them could make out. The chant had hypnotic effect, lulling the youths out of their terror, until the guard on the youth in the center whipped a vicious knife across the throat of his captive. Blood sprayed over the other youths as the guard lifted his victim up and over the figure on the bier letting the blood flow down and into the mouth of the corpse. By the time, the youth’s heart shuddered to a stop from blood loss the figure on the bier was reviving.

The creature sat up on the bier and surveyed those gathered in his resting place. His eyes fell on the two remaining captives and he gestured for the youth on the right to be brought to him. The guard behind the youth lifted him to his feet and half dragged the young man to his doom. The living corpse on the bier reached out and gripped the chains holding the youth bound and dragged him in tight. The creature’s canines extended into wicked fangs, which it sank into the youth’s throat. The boy struggled for a few minutes before euphoria and blood loss overwhelmed him. He sank against the creature, as he grew weaker, until the monster feeding on him withdrew and cast him aside. The young man was dead before he hit the floor. The ancient vampire descended from the bier and made his way to a great stone throne carved in the wall beyond the bier. The group moved to kneel before the throne, while the guard brought the final youth forward and forced him to his knees beside the throne. Terror and shock were all that registered on the youth’s face. He whimpered and cowered as the monster rested a hand on his head and stroked his hair absently.

“Why has my rest been disturbed?” asked the monster.

“Master Bellabarisruk, in your instructions before you entered languor you requested to awoken should any word of ancient El-Abel be found.” one of the minions said.

“I gather that some mention of El-Abel has come to your ears.” Bellabarisruk said.

“More than word, Master Bellabarisruk. There is news of an archaeological expedition being sent to locate the city based on information discovered in a journal believed to have come from the collection of the Lord Slayer.”

“IS that upstart hunter still around after all these years. He must be drinking from his victims to remain alive for over a hundred years.” Bellabarisruk sneered. “What information on El-Abel do this journal contain?”

“Information gleaned from the Barghest clan, indicates the pages contain information about the city’s exact location written by Cain himself.” the minion said.

“There is no way for a mortal hunter to have access to Cain’s journals. How did Lord Slayer get his hands on them?” Bellabarisruk demanded. “If you don’t have an answer, then find out!”

“According to a source who has seen some of the pages, Master Bellabarisruk, Lord Slayer truly earned his title by slaying Lord Cain. I brought a copy of one of the pages where he admits as much.” the minion said handing the page over to his master. “If this is truth, then the Lord Slayer isn’t a mortal but one of us.”

“December 10, 2001

There are no words to sufficiently curse my own stupidity. I can hardly believe everything I’ve read in this ancient journal. Yet, I felt the curse take hold of me at the very moment my silver blade cleaved Cain’s head from his shoulders. My prayers for salvation were only partly heard by the blessed Goddess and her consort. I’ve chased down these monsters learning every way possible to kill vampires even though they were never my natural target. I’ve been a hunter of shifters since I was a boy of ten. I’ve doomed myself and I still have no answer as to why, my dearest Sarah was chosen. I’ve read and re-read this journal hundreds of times over the last two years trying to take all of Cain’s warnings and lessons to heart.

My powers are greater than Cain’s were. I need only fear the sunlight in its purest form at dawn even pure running water doesn’t hamper my powers. Only the most pure of faith can prevent my passing a threshold. I do not cast reflections on mirrors backed with silver, but now at least technology has caught up to the point where I can still be photographed and video taped. Thanks to this journal, I know searching for a way to remove this curse is a waste of my time. Since I am now Lord of all Vampires, I must build up my own court to control the scattered vampire lords around the world.        

I do not know what my future holds for me. I only know the vows I’ve made to myself. I will not feed from a human and I will not create another vampire. I don’t even know why I’m making these notes, as this journal will be locked away along with my own journals of my life to his point. The shock value of this journal on those of faith will be staggering. I pity whoever reads these words beside me.

Richard St. Martin,

Lord Hunter”

“He doesn’t use the title Lord Slayer in this entry but I recall several of my line issuing edicts to leave this Lord Hunter alone. I do not know how he managed to find Cain let alone kill him but I’ll tear this child vampire to shreds if he gets in the way of my claiming El-Abel.” Bellabarisruk said.

The ancient vampire rose to his feet and seized the chain around the chest of the last mortal in the room. He lifted the youth as if the boy weighed nothing. Fear filled eyes locked on the calm eyes of the monster. Bellabarisruk laughed at the boy’s expression and dragged him in for a kiss tinged with the blood of his fallen friends. The youth sagged as the kiss broke only to feel the vampire sink his fangs into his neck. A scream tore its way out of his throat before the euphoric effect of being bitten took complete hold of him and he pulled himself tighter to his killer. The ancient vampire discarded the lifeless husk when he’d finished.

“We must prepare to travel to Mesopotamia to await our intrepid archaeologist and his team. Who is currently prince in the region?” Bellabarisruk asked.

“Hassam el-Mohammed was the last reported prince of area, My Lord,” replied the minion.

“Contact him and have him prepare his vassals to assist us. They are to keep an eye on this archaeologist but not to interfere unless another vampire faction interferes.”

“It will take some time to make arrangements, My Lord. Much has changed since you entered languor.”

Bellabarisruk waved the concern off and touching a hidden stud on his throne’s arm vanished backwards into the wall.

Author: Kethric Wilcox, Author

Kethric Wilcox is the author of the Legend of the Silver Hunter series, a M/M paranormal retelling of Beauty and the Beast. Based in Little Rock, Arkansas, Wilcox works as an exhibit designer and graphic artist during the day and writes about hunters, shifters, and humans in the evenings. When he's not writing or designing he can be found running around town with his partner of eight years doing something geeky in nature. Wilcox holds a BA in Graphic Design and one in History. His preferred era of historical research is the crusades and late middle ages. He and his partner can sometimes be found camping in one of Arkansas's beautiful state parks. Wilcox is originally from Boston, MA, and grew up in a fairly typical middle-class family. He wrote his first story in high school English and once submitted a script for a play to a contest around that time as well. He's written several skits for his church over the last couple of years and was planning on working with his church drama partner to write a movie script for independent production, but those plans were put on hold due to illness in his writing partner's family. In 2014, Wilcox challenged himself to undertake a creative writing challenge to replace the script idea and Tracker, book one of the Silver Hunter series was born. Book two, Witch followed in 2015, and Wilcox released Hunter, book three of the series in January of 2016. He is currently working on the first of the vampire trilogy. Future writing plans include a twist on Little Red Riding Hood, a trilogy featuring Professor John Mason and Brom Oisín, Kieran's uncle, and an alternate history set in Venice.

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