Codex: One – The First Venator

The first ever individual to embrace the dark side of the Pantheon of Deusan’s benevolence was that of a young woman, Unu’mia Bristene. It was during the latter years, in 506 M.W.E., that this young eager warrior of the Umbrian Army, became one of the most powerful individuals Hexterra has ever known.

During an attempt to capture a Magikcron from the winged avian Nubani, the Umbrian Army assaulted the floating rock keep of Ventrusarx, in their airships. Each one clasped on to the keep and rock faces with metal hooks and Magik tethers. By the hundreds Umbrian soldiers leap forth and rushed the Nubani troops, who defended themselves the with ballasts and spells; Ventus ‘wind’ Magik was their specialty. Hundreds of Umbrians fell through the clouds to their deaths but too many would still overwhelm the Nubani and they were matched sword to spear, spell for spell.

While the regular ground forces assaulted the front of the keep, Unu’mia, along with a handful of skilled infiltrators, proceeded to enter a cave at the rear of the floating rock face. It was guarded but not so much as to prevent them access. Their airship plowed into the side and was caught and severally damaged; they now knew they were on a suicide mission but one that was necessary for them to succeed.

Unu’mia, was desperate to prove her worth in combat, just as any Umbrian soldier would, but was considered by her squad to be inferior for such a mission due to her lack of experience. Despite her proficient use of Magik and infiltration techniques, the rest of her squad reluctantly proceeded through the caves with her with her in tow.

However, heavy fighting, cannon fire and the assortment of Magik being cast outside had weakened the cave’s structure. A cave-in trapped her inside alone, separated away from her squad. She called out to her comrades, fearing that she would be buried alive; yet they callously bid her farewell; believing that her fate was already sealed and wanted to be rid of their perceived weaker member. More and more she screamed, trying to dig her way out but the rocks were too heavy. Her hands and fingers become bloodied from the sharp course stones. Angry, confused and left feeling betrayed she continued down the path as her only option.

It was here Unu’mia happened upon a lost shrines to various Dark Patheon members:  Umbria and Noxia (the Twin Goddesses of Shadows and Darkness), Vindictus (the God of Vengence), Mortusus (the God of Death) and Timourus (the God of Fear). All sat separately inside of a circle, each at five separate points of a pentangle, in the dark and damp; shrines even the Nubani have forgotten and have fortified the keep above. She knelt down in the center and cried bitter tears and prayed to the shrines, hoping that her pleas for intervention would be answered by the Dark Ones, that her transgression of being left alone to die would be avenged; her prayers would be heard.

It was here the Dark Ones spoke to Unu’mia in her mind and issued her the profound ability to embrace the darkness within. To take control of her fear, the darkness and shadows around her, and weld them to strike death in the form of vengeance to her enemies. It was here she would become the first hunter of the dark five. Spoken as Venator in the old tongue. She would become a hunter among the darkness and shadows. A hunter who uses fear and is driven by a need for vengeance of the unjust. But there was a cost. She would have to pay a toll for such a power. The Dark Ones made but one request of the desperate Umbrian: to kill in their name, it was after all in Umbrian blood to kill, but it was not to kill just anyone. No blood must be spilled unnecessarily, as innocent blood was of no interest to the Dark Ones. Only the blood of the wicked, the callous and of those responsible committing evil acts upon others. Those of blackened souls would only be suitable to sate their bloodlust. So on this Unu’mia made an oath to the Dark Ones as she sat no longer alone: that only the blood of the deserving must be spilled, no more no less.

Now in control of the shadows around her, she could disappear and form at will. She retreated back to the cave-in, embraced the darkness within and reemerged on the other side like black smoke poured forth from a burning building. She continued up through the caves where she came across her remaining squad, of those who left her for dead. In their bewilderment, she cut them down fearlessly, one after another; while their pleas would fall on her deaf ears. Mercy would not be given, and so to would her vengeance would be sated.

As the war raged on she contemplated her role in the fighting. Unu’mia knew she could help win the battle with her new power but this would also go against her oath. Her decision to remaining within the caves was hard, as the sound of many of her fellow Umbrian friends being skewered by Nubani spears could be heard. Many would have considered their deaths justification for her intervention but they were the aggressors, by her oath they could not be saved. The rumble of the floating rocks could be felt and eventually the battle was won, but with an unsuspecting consequence.

As the Magikcron was seized by the Umbrian forces, the power that once flowed forth from it collapsed. The floating rocks would no longer float at all and began to fall. Panik ensued. The remaining forces attempted to retreat back to their airships but too many were damaged to fly again. The tethers and hooks that once held them were ripped away as the rocks fell and so the Umbrian Army was stranded to fall with them.

After the impact nothing remained. No airships were left undamaged, no forces of either side to be found, the Magikcron was nowhere to be seen either. Yet, one person did remain, however, Unu’mia. She emerged, from the colossal pile of bodies, ships, rocks and dust, completely unscathed. She looked around to see nothing but chaos and destruction and wept at the death that befell her. It was then she started the long journey home.

Born anew from anger and empowered by the Dark One’s hand, she had become an agent of fear, darkness, death; become an agent of vengeance; she became the First Shadowhunter.

from the Shadowhunter Codex of Vindictism: Codex One – The First Shadowhunter
Circa: 616 M.W.E (Magikcron Wars Era)


Laura Steel ©2015

Author: Laura Steel

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