[Darkness...]
A young man in gray-tattered robes looks outward into vast emptiness. Terror grips at his throat but he manages to speak. Suddenly a small circle of light no brighter then a mist filled dusk surrounds the young man.

"what....what is this place?"
"might someone be there? please if..."

a stern voice familiar to his ears breaks the silence.
"quiet"

whipping around to face the shadowed speaker, the young man readies himself for an attack.... only to find himself staring back. This is not however the same young man that a moment before was struggling to hold onto his sanity. no this man is encased in charcoal armor, a large sword tucked between leathery wings. a wicked smile plays across his face. the other-self walks forward only stopping just shy of the young mans face.

"do you know where you are"

the young man can only muster a sharp head shake. as he stares on the other-self begins to cackle turning around to take in his surroundings unfurling his wings and gesturing out into the void.

"why dear Alistor, your are within yourself!" the other-self returns to glaring maniacally at the young man, a broad smile now encasing his face.
"what if i told you that you had passed away?, that you will be stuck here for eternity because of a choice that YOU have made?" pausing for a moment, allowing his words to sink in the other-self moves forward swiftly suddenly wrapping his arm around his neck and dragging his ear into a whispers distance.

"and what if I told you that I could bring you back?"
the words hit home almost immediately, and with it a flood of questions dead how? what happened? what choice did I make? can I trust him? and at the end of all these thoughts.... can he really bring me back to life?

“Do not listen to him, you know better.” another voice sounded behind him, and with it a scowl crept across the other-self’s face. Backing off the new voice drifted into view. It was another version of himself. Although this one was incased in light. Impossibly white armor was donned upon this version of himself, with a stern expression upon his face.

The two other variations of himself were standing on the opposite sides, with Alistor in the middle.
The dark one was the first to strike out,
“he cannot be saved, he has chosen this path freely” the words hissed out of the dark ones mouth, moving closer as to grab Alistor by the hand he was suddenly stopped by the light version of himself.
“He may have chosen this, but he did so to stop what you have done to him from spreading, and although I cannot condone the fact that he uses your powers, he still uses them to fight for the virtues.”
The dark version stepped back, seeming to try to read the young Alistor’s thoughts. The light-Alistor took the silence and spoke up “but the time draws near Alistor, and you must make a choice. I will give you some of your memories lost. But the others you will have to reclaim on your own.” suddenly images of battles past, fighting hopeless battles to protect loved ones, friends dying, and sacrifices made flashed through Alistors mind. It was almost too much to take in at once, and then the image, was the one of most importance to Alistor...

“I remember this now... this is when I decided....”
A battlefield no larger then a small, roofless building, blood soaking the tiles of the small building and rain pouring so hard it seems as if the gods themselfs were trying to wash it away. Inside stood Alistor and his friends, to try to remember there names put a strain upon him like no other.
His friends were hopelessly outnumbered Alistor himself was wounded fiercely and while his death would come soon he had to stop this being from.....from what? What was that being? Alistor could not remember it was frustrating to no end. Soon a scream from his friends dragged him back into the fray. Never has despair been so strong within himself. How could they win? Steel clashed against something foreign to the mind. Desperately fending off whatever it was that was attacking him, alistor received a fatal wound through his chest for his reward. Crumpling to his knees, Alistor planted his sword into the ground and held himself up. Waiting for death to take him.

“Where are your holy powers now Alistor?” a alluring voice behind him whispered. Suddenly it was just him and a demon....
“Have I gone to hell?” fear clutched at his heart how could this have happened?
“No you are not dead....yet.....so I offer you a choice your friends and everyone you love will be struck down by this foe.... join with me and I will give you the strength to defeat him to....save your friends” the demon made a shooing gesture towards his friends behind him the offer was alluring, but to do so would go against the very thing he had so desperately fought against.
“I cannot, It goes against everything I stand for”
“so protecting is something they no longer teach paladins I see....very well” the demon began to walk away
“Wait” the words had sank home “you will help me protect them? Why would you go against the dark?”
Examining his nails, he replied flippantly “because, I am a Destructive demon. I feed off of the hate, rage and death that people produce, and I care not where the source comes from. And whether or not you wish it Alistor, these “virtues” cling to you like a dark cloud. In fact, I should almost thank you for keeping me so well fed. And you will feed me Alistor you will. Now take my hand and seal this bargain” reaching for what seemed like an eternity Alistor finally took the demons hand and with it a surge of dark power coursed through his veins changing him into a creature of the night. Returning from his trance he arose to find that he had become the very thing he had hated most in his life.... a vampire.

The image became faded and Alistor was sucked back into that dark void with his to selves standing there both turned to him.
“So you see Alistor you are doomed for all eternity now stop this foolishness and join me.” the dark self cackled, suddenly Alistor’s robes faded into a dark Crimson armor complete with an equally dark Great sword. Without a word Alistor withdrew his sword from his sheath. The dark self began to back up his eyes filling with confusion.

“Bu..but what of the past?”
“I did what I had to do” further backing up the dark-self sputtered another response

“You were hurt they abandoned you!”
“I do not expect them to understand why I did what I did” backed up against a wall, the dark-self seemed frightened.

“Wait! All that pain all that misery.... would you really wish to live through it again? Why do you fight for something if that is all you get in return?”

“I do it because I must” energy, not darkness but holy began to flow through his sword “because if I do not who will protect those who need it” suddenly sheathing his sword he turned away from them.

“I do it because I am the Crimson Knight”
a whisper crossed his ears
“Wake up Alistor”

.....A young man’s eyes fluttered open.....

(sorry some late night rambling just kinda popped in there let me know what you think also be gentle its my first story and i didnt proof it)

(very nice story )

That was great, and I'm not just saying that because I'm your GM!