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It was over nine hundred years ago that Richard set of in his quest for the Holy Grail , His vast army following behind, The Templer nights and the witch breed, The Templer where a proud and noble group of warriors , Very few made the rank and they hated the witch breed a group of magic users , Vampires and witch all tricked or forced into service, There leader perhaps the most hated of all, Christopher Lockhart, Many thought of him to be evil reborn, his seconded in command was just as sinister and sick.

Genesis A parasite who latched onto people and used them for his own gain, No one is sure how Richard got the two of them to work under his command , But they are the most powerful weapon in Richards army, But Richard is not the only man to seek the grail he has enemies who seek to gain from its power also and they to have brought witch breed of their own, The race is on as a war of religion, betrayal and the race for the greatest treasure the world has even know begins!

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Deserts of Jerusalem

A tall man walks through a crowded mass of creatures unknown to most of the world. These creatures born like any other man and came into this world the small an frail children are the worlds deadliest soldiers. They cower away from the man walking past them, one steps forth in front of this man and in a stuttering and slimy voice "M-m-m-my master the days have grown long and hard we need to get more wa (Ack)" The man standing in front of the creature lifts it up by the neck his massive hands around its throat and in a booming voice "You need what? Water, you fool your the filth beneath my feet kept alive for one reason. To stand as cannon fodder in our fights, Why would a man of my sorts do what is asked of you." The mans grip around the creatures throat tightening and blood begins to drip from the creatures neck "I cant hear you bird brain, do you want anything else from me." The creature shakes his head hoping to keep his life "Thats the right answer" and with a swift motion the man tears the creature in half holding both pieces in his arms. Staring at the insides of the beast he tosses the remains behind him, he could hear the noises of the remaining creatures scrambling to get their share of the fallen comrade. the man walks into a tent licking the blood off of his hands and sits down in a seat.

The mans name is Genesis, his life span is unknown because he lives in the bodies of the hosts until their bodies fail them. He takes control of their mind and body controlling their actions until the day their body begins to deteriorate into nothingness, then he flows through the air finding a suitable host. This time he found a potential for greatness, one of the sons of a great king, when he entered the body the child was only eight years old but he stayed with the body and never thought of leaving. This man had the uncanny ability to channel light through his body, and Genesis could tell this abiltiy while he watched the boy for the first 8 years of its life. Now Genesis has control over the bodies own powers along with his own.

The tent he stepped into had an assortment of creatures. Around him sat humans,witchbreed and HIM. Christopher Lockhart a royal pain in Genesis ass. The man never was the kind to show much of emotion, the total opposite of Genesis who showed anger quite often but to bide the time of boredom and waiting he was a humorous man. He needed to be when he has lived for many centuries watching the world around him make their own jokes, these humans were a funny creature so much anger and spite towards those they do not understand. Soon the meeting in the tent began but Genesis as always drifted off to sleep letting Christopher soak in the details, for that boy had one good and redeaming thing about him amass all the bullsh!t he could listen to drivel all day and not grown bored. The one reason Genesis hadnt killed the boy yet, soon as the fat bastard spewing the drivel began his speech on the coming days Genesis was long gone he had fallen asleep the moment he finished his thought on Chris.