Daemian POV
There is a shifting in the loyalties of her mind, a struggle within her soul causes the living arcanes to pause their eternal song
I feel my loyalties also become discorded, as if my majicks are feeling the song in Kiani waiver, reacting to the loss of their kindred
My right hand reaches up and with back of fingers I slowly caress her beautiful skin, radiant here tonight thanks to gentle moon kisses
Her eyes close as my arcanes heat up the touch of my flesh to hers and I gently rub together our noses...a softness I rarely exhibit.
You have many questions inside you child, I am going to be the answers you have so diligently sought, the whispered words flow from me.
A flash of light explodes behind and instantly I cover us both with the immediate expanding of my wings...
the arcanes react to protect us, cocooning us with their shield
Her own arcaneness flows about her creature here inside this shell and I feel a sense of pain as the powerful force of demonic majicks...
rip across the blanket of night and slam hard into the shields that envelope us.
It's ancient majick, old and destructive, called forth from realms where an offering of blood has been promised.
My eyes begin to glow like the furnace of hell and my fangs birth quickly as we are slammed hard into the giant stone monolith...cracking it.
Silence...a pause...a low laughter erupts from the belly of a creature that should never be unchained...I taste the essence of it in the air.
Looking deep into Kiani's eyes I smile but it is evident that beneath these lips is a sense of regret…Forgive me what transpires.
She looks up at me silently, attempting to judge the nature of my meaning...then...it becomes all too clear
Releasing her, I whip around and stare into the death grip of the creature that every vampire fears becoming...one where the arcanes are…
...unleashed and the sanity of the host is lost forever. It is what the Bloodline has called living death...zombification of one of us.
A beast that is ravaged by the lust for energy, a never quenched feeding thirst that is quite plainly, Lucifer on a mission..I grin defiant
Whirling wisps of fog stir as my ebony wings flap gently, jaw muscles tighten, my heart beats hard inside the armor...the arcanes smirk.
The night is vaporized as the red glow of his might erupts from his hands and I watch as the arcanes leap forth to devour me
Their impact hard as they slam into my chest and I hear the demon scream as my dark soul begins to feed on his life energies
The war between his intent and my ancient blood feels like the fires of Hades burning inside my core...the sender should've known better!
A mistake was made, he paused again...Not wise at all!