Nosferatus/Ygor/Final Scene

After years of hiding in the most awful districts of Grekh not a single soul had ever found Grego until today. For all these years, Ygor searched in vane. But now he stood before him.

A crazy man living in these 'alley's' of the poorest apartments lead Old Ygor to Grego. The apartments consists out of 5 floors, ground floor, first floor, second floor, attic, basement. First and second floor where the most expensive, and of course the nicest, it's warm, your dry and theres no human feces in your 'room'. The basement was the worse out of the 5 floors, there was water flooding the entire room, every day, every week, every month. Ygor found Grego in one of these basements. The crazy man warned him not to go, "This man is not human, I warn you Sir, what ever your business with this man is, it will cost you dearly.. Evil!! Evill I tell you good sir! Wretched Evil!" he screamed, eyes closed, his fingers pointing to the direction of the apartments. "The basement is where you will find your 'person', how ever you shall not find what your looking for!" the man opened his eyes wide and looked into Sir Ygors eyes for a few seconds and ran off to disappear into the first alley he encountered.

And so there he stood, facing what once was a great noble from a brave family, the family Ygor served for many many years. "Master Grego! I've came to this awful island, sent by Lady Annna, to help you in your career, you have always received my help with open arms but now, since several years ago you started to ignore me. All I got from you where a few letters of which the last one was send 3 years ago with all these strange questions about Melheds military and there future plans against the daimons. Everybody told me you died, which I assumed. But hope and love kept me going" Grego, seemingly depressed, sat in a dark corner of the room on a broken chair. no reaction. "What is it, you have no words ready in return? what has happened to you?" Ygor frowned, something was wrong, he recognized Grego from the dark, there was no doubt about it, his clothes bear the mark of the rose, a symbol which only the Nosferatus wore. However, something in Ygor said that this was not the Grego he knew. "Why are you hiding? what trouble have you gotten your good self into? How could you sink so low to live in this 'peasant hole' !?" The chair moved, a strange sound echoed threw the room. A high pitch screech filled the room and as the sounds volume increased Ygor recognized it as the laughter of mad man... "You fool!! you pity fools, you think your so smart now you found your Grego..." Ygor swiftly adopted his fighting stance and drew his sword. "Who's there!! show your self!!" Another screech, Ygor shivered and shook on his old legs. He desperately moved his head from left to right, looking in the dark corners of the room, ready for a possible attack. The screech continued and turned more and more into a wicked laughter. "I am right here Ygor... right here in front of you.." Ygor looked back at the chair, it was empty. he quickly looked to his right and Grego stood right next to him, at least what is left of him. His face was completely deteriorated, the skin was peeling off and it was covered with what seemed to be both old and fresh burns covering the entire left side of his face. The smile on his face was awful, evil and otherworldly. Nothing was left of Sir Grego, Ygor knew it, he took care of him ever since his family was slaughtered, no. this was not Grego. "You foolish human, your weak, i can see it, you are afraid and unable to fight like a warrior. The person your looking for is gone, long a ago, Grego sold his soul to the Master, and granted me the Honour to settle in his body and mind. I've used it to gain knowledge and information about the human race and there pity attempts to stop us!" Grego opened his mouth wide and the terrible sound coming out of it completely paralyzed Ygors old ears, he couldn't hear anything for several seconds. The being kept on laughing, Ygor looked at it in despise, hate and agony. The being was twitching and shaking out of pure enjoyment. "You Ygor where all part of it, you betrayed Grego's Ally's up north, you betrayed his biggest idol, the brave idiot called Lord Aldo of Melhed,HAHAHA!" For a moment it was silent, and the only thing Ygor could see is the monster that killed his Master. Anna was on her death bed, Vlad killed himself, without even writing a decent farewell letter, Pierre had been missing for 25 years and after 3 years of disappearance Grego was found out to be possesed by some sort of Demon. The family was death, lost and the only offspring it had ran away from home, just before it's father killed him self.

All these thoughts blazed threw Ygors head with this monster standing in front of him laughing about all these terrible things.

"Well come on you pity human, make your move! You don't want to avenge your Master's death? HAAAAAHAHA!!"

Ygors both hands clamped around the sword as tightly as possible. There was nothing to lose now. His whole life he devoted him self to the Nosferatus and now there last hope is gone... "My Old life is over you vile monster! I have nothing to lose, I might die right here in this stinking peasant hole. I care not. I might not be determent to fight thy, but I AM determined to bring my pain upon thy!" And with these last words Ygor struck his first blow at his enemy, crying all the agony out of his longs, shouting, screaming he paired on his attack.

The being cried out in pain, apparently one of his blows actually hit him and for a moment it seemed as if surprised by this blow. He grasped his arm and Ygor clearly saw blood flowing threw its fingers. He lowered his guard and took a few swift steps towards the bleeding monster. "The gods are truly with us today, justice will be done, the Nosferatus shall be avenged!"

Ygor rose his sword above his head and prepared for his final strike. Just at the moment he gathered all the power within him to strike at his enemy, the Demon screeched and the walls vibrated on the sounds of his voice. It felled like the whole world collapsed. Ygor couldn't move a muscle, he was now completely paralyzed. But the Demon slowly rose back on his feet with its awful mouth stretched open as far as possible. Slowly but surely it raised it's bloody arm and grasped it's rotten fingers around Ygors neck. Completely paralyzed the Old man didn't had a chance to struggle. The monster took his master, his strenght and now, he took his breath. Life was slowly fleeting and there was no power inside him to do anything about it. His last thoughts where full of disbelieve, The monster was bleeding from his arm, he saw the big deep cut that nearly amputated the whole of it, but still, with that very same hand he was squeezing the breath out of his lungs. It seemed to take for ever, he could hear the sword falling on the ground and the demon laughing as it looked into his eyes who where filled with desperation and fear. Laughter increased and increased, while Ygors vision blurred. It was over, there was nothing he could do, just surrender to the forces of his opponent. It was foolish to struggle, the Nosferatus where cursed, and he knew it, but only after all these years he acknowledged it and in his final moments he cried, he cried for every member of this cursed family who despite there bravery died in vain.