*In a dark room, a samurai clothed in black is lost in thought"
'It’s been so long since that night I met her. I don't know if vampires still be able to feel any emotions.'
A pale beautiful woman dress as a red dress with a high neck appeared as though she walked through the wall. "It's time for your ceremony”, she said. Templest nodded and put his samurai sword, Yamato, by his side and followed her.
10 long years, Countess Harbringer had training Templest to reach his full potential but his full powers were not yet realized until he drank the blood of another Nosferatu. Though his mistress had teaching him the ways of the Nosferatu, Templest had always trained with his Yamato reaching an entirely new caliber of skill. He now managed to send his slashes over 10 meters without moving expect for drawing his sword. His God Speed technique became more powerful as the range of a single slash could cut five men surrounding him. But her mistress claimed that he had not seen the true power of the Nosferatu yet and after tonight, he will hold a great power which only mere humans could not even imagine of.
They appeared at a Castle but this castle was occupied by one of the last remaining True breeds, Count Dracula. The Covenant of Twelve was before them; Templest bowed before them on one knee and removed his sword from his side, placing it beside him. His mistress took her place among the Covenant, now all twelve members were presence staring at him. Dracula spoke in his native Transylvanian voice coolly, "It has been ten years since your rebirth by Countess Harbringer. You are aware that servant as young as you do not get turned into a Nosferatu as new born turn out to be greedy and have to be trained, aren't you?"
"Yes, my Lord”, Templest replied.
His wife spoke, Draculina in the same Transylvanian but smoother voice, "Yet, here you are, a claimed to be progrete by your mistress. She tells us that before your rebirth, you were skilled....Superior to the humans that you once lived amongst. Whatever Ms. Harbringer might say, you have yet to be proved worthy to us." She said the last line with a dangerous but lustful voice. Templest was warned of the trial that the Covenant would test him in. Unarmed combat, to prove himself that he could fight even without Yamato.
What happened next was too quick for the human eye to follow, Draculina in a swift charge to slash him only to blocked and pushed away. His bloodlust was raising now, soon the others would join in to see if he could survive. Sure enough a male vampire appeared behind him and attempt to bring him down but was aware and dodged to his left while bringing up his right heel in reverse kick connecting with his opponents' jaw. But as he flew, another male with a scar crossing on his left eye appeared giving Templest a thrusting knee into his stomach. He felt the full force of it but was not thrown off. Instead, he had dug his left hand into the floor and reversing his body connecting with the heel, smashing his face into the stone flooring. No sooner, had Templest jumped to his feet, he moved his right causally narrowly missing a high kick. He instantly grabbed the leg by the ankle and bringing his elbow crashing to the kneecap, shattering the joint instantly. He did not even look his victim as his let go ready himself again for another attack. The four vampires continued to attack but again and again always managing to disable his opponents.
"ENOUGH WITH THESE GAMES!!!!" shouted a lean vampire still sat in his chair, and then spoke in a calm voice. "It is clear that you can handle your opponents but they only test you with only a limited power which seems clearly to me that you have surpassed already. Pick your sword and fight. I want you to unleash as far as your powers will allow it." Templest seemed unsure but replied, "Yes, my Lord." As his opponents recovered and returned to their seats, he summoned his Yamato to him and broke into his fighting stance.
His opponent walked to do battle, while Dracula spoke, "This is rather rare for you, Arkard. To take on a midian so young." Arkard replied, "Perhaps he can provide me with some much needed stretches." He turned to Templest and said, "Give me everything you got, do not be afraid to hurt me." He broke into his fighting stance with both hands turned into metal blades. All went silent, it seem an age as both men waited for the other to make a move. Then, an owl took flight and so did both men, attacking each other with such velocity that both men had their weapons locked and the ground broke as though there was a force pushing out.
Suddenly, Templest disappeared and went into a build up into his God Speed battou-jitsu. Arkard's eyes only able to follow his trail did not panic but ready himself again. While striding gracefully without sound he thought, 'Where to strike him? Let's see what happens if we try the normal.' and then approached his enemy from the right. He drew his Yamato within half a blink of an eye and his face had a look of disbelief. His sword was half-way through the chest and yet Arkard had managed to stop the blade's path. "My, my, we are getting close to killing someone, aren't we?" Arkard said sadistically and he grinned. Templest withdrew quickly before Arkard could strike back and he went back into the routine again. Arkard stood there with the wound regenerating and said, "I suppose I have to put effort into this to see if you truly are worthy." With that, he withdrew a long sword out of the darkness and disappeared as well, striding into a path that would clash with Templest's.
All the while the council member's eyes followed the two warriors attacking each other and from time to time whispering to one another. "It's seems that your claims have not gone unproven tonight, Countess." whispered Dracula. The two warriors were clashing, producing sparks every time and flashes of light. Finally Dracula brought the duel to a halt and Arkard laughed, "You fought well, young one. Perhaps the vampire race future has hope after all." Templest still exhilarated from the fight, sheathed his sword and calmed his mind. Bowing on one knee, he waited for what Dracula would say to him. "Your mistress is proud of what you have accomplished here tonight. You will become a No Life King, free of command but you will answer to my call and you come to me without resistant. Is there clear, Templest?"
"Yes, my Lord"
"Your mistress will now present what you need." and Harbringer got up and walked to Templest. She undid her high neck collar, exposing her neck. She stood before him and she said to him "Get up Templest". This was to be the command that Templest would follow from her. He stood and knew what he had to do. His fangs protruded and he took her into his arms, drawing closing her neck. He could smell the sweetness and savoring for a moment and then he bit her drawing only the amount of blood he needed. He drank and let go of her. He felt a sensation running through his body, he felt stronger and something was stirring within. The Countess watched and knew that Templest had a Beast waiting to show itself. Templest let out a blood curling roar and from then on, his place in history would be sealed.