To sleep, a young prince goes to sleep

What do princes who have everything they want. Friends, trusted ones, loved ones. After all he is going to save those that the Elders of this city want scraped away like the mold on good and aged cheese, or the burnt starch on a breakfast slice of toast.

He wanted order but what would he dream of, perhaps goals and hopes of a brighter tomorrow.

Not even close.

*a fire breaks out in the bottom of a building across the street. Its glass skatters across the drive like stars in the sky. Fire burning in them twinkeling like diamonds.

The roar of a beast, no not a beast but the faces of hungry Sabbat. A wave of them coming his way as if a dam or levy had burst. He turns to run step by step but the flood makes blocks in record time.

Each one face seems to melt as the fire rages on. The flash flood of flesh and bone dwindles down into a pool of blood. In the blink of an eye it bubbles and begins to form in to a giant spining force shaped like a cone then a funnel then compresses into the shape of a man.

Naked and pure looking, a black shadow around him as if he was smoldering hot and filled with hell fire and brim stone.

It pointed to Lazarus the up his finger went. The stranger wags it at him slowly and shakes his head.He begins to speek gently almost taunting

"Young prince, Blood so diluted, dreams so foolish to ignore the beast that I have blessed you with. Embrase your beast as you have before, lead this city and do not fail me."

He voice booming and more frightening then anything ever before. he turns a corner attempting to flee. He is in the middle of the theater and the city is around him. The city getting close and closer to him the faces lilt from under neith like a bad Sam Raimi movie.

They draw in tightly shoulder and pull into one another untill it appears heads on a wall of shoulders. The mouths all slowly open and begin to spit out blood violantly the eyes role back and rapidly age the one by one burst into a swelling sand storm of dust and ash.

Then nothing. Lazarus runs out side to see nothing but an empty city. And the man. "Welcome to your city Lazarus, the only thing you can trust in this is that it will all be lost." The man snaps and the perfectly constructed building turn in to a delapatated structur as if a war had happend. The shelled out buildings and rabble of them shed its weight into the streets.

Vines and plants grow with in it like humanity never existed the world took back what was its properity already.

"Whats mine is mine Lazarus, you petty king of nothingness and vast wastelands. All these lives could have been saved by you. But you listened to Others rather then make your own decisions. Tisk tisk Tisk Tisk. What will your money buy you now? What happness you have created? That I can not take away." *

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The dream begins to melt away as he comes to wake. The dream plays over and over like a thousand movies on display.

Bringing his knees up to his chest he wraps his arms around them he stairs off into a dark corner laying his head to the side on his boney knee he takes a deep breath and exhails...