In the dead of night, thunder and lightning cracked and sounded, the moon was covered by dark clouds. With every lightning pulse it brightened the sky, flashes of white light atop the Parthenon. It stood high on a flat mountain overlooking many smaller buildings, its landscape was covered with lush green vegetation while the soil was of reddish tint. The Parthenon itself, was a glorious building made of white mason and only supported by many pillars ethed with grooves and scenes of ancient past. Its roof was crumbling but for some odd reason it still held its majestic stance at its mountian peak. one side of it was in ruins, covering the surrounding area with white brick. the inside was barren and random white stones lined its grassy floor. It began to pour down with heavy rain, the water splashed onto the grass from the numerous holes in its mighty rooftop. The pillars were weather torn and slightly broken. The city it over looked was about 4 stories down only accessible by a a routine of ruined stone walls and a rocky stair case etched from the mountian itself and flowed through the maze like walls of ancient Greek buildings. The city was modern looking covering the past under its foundations, it surrounded the Parthenon from all sides. What a shame to desimate such a beautiful place, Human's destroyed much of this world but they're time had pasted. No humans were left alive, the 2nd Vampire and Lycan War was worldwide, we needed recruits and the humans became either Vampires or Lycans but not by there own will. Soldiers for the battle of alll battles, millions died and still counting. It was the year 2020 and This battle was to deciede the victor, no more thousands upon thousands dying each night. No more vast armies rampaging towards each other with blood in they're eyes. No not this night, this night was only one on one, the Generals from both legions, Amatus of the Vampires and Dontess of the Lycans.
Amatus stood in the cold rain even under the Parthenon's shelter his body was soaked in it. His long black hair rustled behind him, flowing in the wind dancing in the strong gusts. His pale face contrasted his glorious mane and his crimson eyes glowed in the night. He rested up against a pillar, his mighty armor scratching against the masonry, the demonic skulls with protruding lased the armor all over his shoulder gaurds, elbow and knee pads. His spiked gauntlets clawed and his grieves pionted and spiked also. It was a dark metallic color rivaling the night itself. He rested his left foot atop his helm resmebling that of the spartans of legend only more evil,was decorated with the wings of a bat and lined with spikes across its head like a small mohawk, this helm was given to him by his father, Dracula himself. Dracula wore it during the first war and it was only fitting that Amatus wore it during the second. The chest plate of the Armor was depicting a scene of the final battle from the last war, which he himself became a hero in it. Foe Cleaver rested on his back, Its evil aura could be felt by any surrounded life. It had sacred objects casted in metal,the skull of a stag acted as its base for the silver blade and a metal skeleton was decorated as its handle. The blade was hidened in a Lycan made leather hide, coated in black ink. It was speaking to him, reassuring him about the fight. it was quite annoying,The lightning flashed another bright white glow casting a bright aura around him. He waited for his opponent to reveal himself so the battle could finally begin.