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Chapter Five: Against the Wind“Are you certain you want to go unarmed?” Nogah asked again, following Raziel to the lift in the bell tower.
Chapter Four: Raziel is ChosenRaziel awoke in agony, blood and bile sour on his tongue and caked on his lips. His shoulders ached, dislocated from being dragged along his knees as dead weight. When he looked over his shoulder he retched, afflicted by the sight of his boneless, bloody wings shuffling across the ground. Weakly, he twisted his gaze toward his captors.
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Blood Red Roses: Chapter 9
Conflicts of the Mind
It had not been a week since the meeting between the Circle and the Council of Elders in New Vasserbünde and the vampires and humans of the Circle were highly agitated. Despite the assurance of the Gargoyle clan as well as their human allies, the pressure was great to the young hybrids.
With the transformations of Anthony and Patience so early, Andrew and Morgan voluntarily confined themselves to their rooms, only to emerge to attend to certain needs. Morgan mainly read from her books, mostly fiction and necromancy tomes. Andrew worked on various experiments made up of cocktails of chemistry and science, using only a sliver of magic for certain projects.
One among them so secret, not even Nora could pry the information out with her mental abilities.
The twins, Nora and Lucian, took turns in searching for the missing Balance Guardian while the other trained the fledgling vampires on alternate nights with
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Chapter Five: Against the Wind
“Are you certain you want to go unarmed?” Nogah asked again, following Raziel to the lift in the bell tower.
“Any useful weapon would only weigh me down. I left some spears behind last time I passed that way. I’m certain I can find them again.” The light leather leggings, gauntlets and shoulder pads Nogah cobbled together for him might weigh too much by themselves. They were meant for Dumahim but fit him well enough.
Standing on the corrugated platform, his courage faltered as Nogah grabbed hold of the rusty chain. “Do you intend to pull us up?”
“Of course, the damned lever is broken.”
Raziel gaged the height of the tower. A fall would not kill him, but it would probably break his legs. “I think I might be safer if I climbed.”
“Don’t overtax yourself,” she snarled and grunted, pulling on the chain to raise the platform before he could protest. “The lift will carry us safely. Save your strength for
Chapter Four: Raziel is Chosen
Raziel awoke in agony, blood and bile sour on his tongue and caked on his lips. His shoulders ached, dislocated from being dragged along his knees as dead weight. When he looked over his shoulder he retched, afflicted by the sight of his boneless, bloody wings shuffling across the ground. Weakly, he twisted his gaze toward his captors.
On his right he saw his younger brother, Turel, Kain’s second born. His other brother, Dumah, pulled him by his left, eyes forward. Melchiah, Zephon, and Rahab marched behind them, silent. Kain led the grim procession. Raziel recognized the well worn path decorated with flags. They were taking him to die.
He tried to pull himself up. His body was in such pain, more than Kain had ever prepared him for, yet he knew worse would come. He could not die like this. "Turel, Dumah... please, help me stand..."
His brothers ignored him. Desperate, he looked to Kain, his creator and father. He could not see his face. The black, empty eyes of the Soul Reaver mo
Chapter Three: The Nature Guardian
The infant Nature Guardian writhed in her coarse bundle of furs, toothless mouth open in a plaintive whine, too exhausted to cry. When she reached her highest pitch she still caused Kain’s ears a little pain, yet he took some pleasure in it, too, for such a large sound revealed the strength held in her tiny body. Gently, he brushed the covering from her face and found his fingers greeted by a tuft of soft blonde hair. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, coaxing her to open her eyes. Turquoise eyes.
Soft lavender magic surrounded his claws. As he waved his hand across her face the light entered her eyes: a charm spell. Her tears dried almost instantly, replaced by happy gurgles. This would keep the Nature Guardian quiet and content for a while.
Kain would have liked to collect her sooner. Unfortunately, business at the Sanctuary kept him detained.
When he returned from the Chronoplast, he had less than thirty vampires on his side, most of them Zilahim exiles. Now pilgr
Chapter Two: Sanctuary
Raziel awoke in a cavern of discolored sheets, his face hugged to an under-stuffed pillow. For a long time he simply lay there, distrustful of reality and unwilling to break the illusion of safety, until bloodthirst drove him out. As moved his wings tangled clumsily with the sheets, snaring them and yanking over his head, thrusting him into unfamiliar surroundings. After a moment he started to remember. These must be Kain’s living quarters. Without the Sanctuary’s extravagant furnishings the room seemed vast and desolate.
Looking around, he noticed a cracked cheval mirror near the bed. The vampire in the mirror swept aside the dark hair covering his face and stared back with round jasmine eyes. That was him.
At no point during his time as a wraith did he actually have a body. He had been nothing more than a vampiric soul, feasting on the souls of other creatures as they entered the spectral realm or tearing them from living bodies. The matter from which he formed in the mat