Blood no longer pumped through the vampire's veins. Only white hot wrath.
The exposed flesh bubbled and popped where some form of insecticide had been used on the flesh beneath her limb, and Inta said not a word. He raised a hand to the locks on her arms and the blood at his command filled the space and unlatched them.
Entoma fell forward, he caught her in his arms, she seemed to weigh nothing. "Bloody tide." He cast his spell, and the body of Inta ceased to be, instead, summoned from a place he could no longer recall, the blood of the hateful dead came to his call, he was engulfed, she was engulfed, they were engulfed.
There was only the red tide, Entoma could no longer feel the flesh cradling her body, Inta was one with the blood, as if it was a living thing, it hovered, and roared like the sea, racing for the door and out into the hall.
Roiling in the air and splashing stone with marks that would never vanish for a thousand years, the roaring of a hateful sea of red raced down the hall, the iron in the blood hardened into millions of tiny blades as soon as an unlucky Anakore exited a room and came into view.
The millions of tiny metal blades dug through scales, stabbed into his eyes, went into his mouth, up his nose, into his ears, and cut, and cut, and cut their way through flesh ripping and nipping and tearing apart the body inside and out, scattering drops of blood and bits of flesh.
The unlucky thing was at least lucky in that he died quickly before adding his body's fluid to the tide. 'Out! Out! Out! Out!' It was the guiding thought of the red mass which carried Entoma away, and though the voice of a sentient being was lost to the roiling red storm, the will carried it forward and wrapped in wrath every unhappy body it came across. Anakore, ratman, snake people, all were met with the same fate.
Inta's body of blood engulfed each one, drowned them, or cut them apart from the inside, tearing apart their lungs and sending cascades of ripped up organs down within, severing the very bonds of bones to drop limp bodies broken and stealing away their blood as if it were a treasure to be plundered by the conqueror.
Bones and flesh, brain and mind, all were one with the red tidal wave which swept through the air like a sea serpent undulated and swept its way through water. His one innate restriction on himself was the careful cradling of the injured arachnid though his warmth caressed and massaged the injured tissue, struggling with his limited healing ability to undo the harm that was done to her.
'My Entoma! My Entoma!' His lost mind bewailed her pain when he reached the steps and swept up their length, racing through the darkness that covered them as if it were night beneath the ground, he curved and wound his way from level to level in the long path until the hatch came into view.
'You will break!' The rushing flood roared and jets of the blood sprang from the body and pressed against the heavy wood. The pressure grew and grew as metal strained against metal and the wood continued to fracture and split as the tiny blades ripped and chipped and tore until the latch was cut free and the whole thing shattered into splinters and flew upwards against the ceiling of the room. A handful of figures were standing ready with their claws extended for use while shouts from outside indicated that more were coming. They appeared to Inta's eyes, to be Anakore officers, if the paint on their leather armor meant anything.
They stared, elongated mouths agape as they took in the sight of the hovering blood pool, and then Inta was on them, swallowing them in the red and ripping their bodies to shreds, their armor useless against the sticky red fluid which could seep into every cranny and gap and open up fresh wounds, draining them to husks and dropping them as used up heaps of dried meat to crumple on the floor in a pile.
'You will be alright! Everything will be fine! I'll take responsibility! I'll take the blame for any failure! You'll be fine!' Inta tried to say, but in the form of blood, real speech was beyond him.
The door at least, was open, and though the alarm was raised, his movements were so swift that he was out the door, the roiling pulsing sea raced through the air and went straight for the wall. Cries of alarm and thrown spears followed behind, but Inta's blood hardened to encase the injured maid demon, and they either passed through harmlessly or blunted against the armor before he vanished over the wall and fled toward the distant stands.
Entoma's consciousness drifted in and out, as much as she enjoyed her own natural self now, after having found that the world at large was far more accepting than it once was, it was undeniable that there were drawbacks to her arachnid half. One of those being that severe injury led to a rapid loss of consciousness. It wasn't lost on her that humans had the opposite reaction almost all the time, their bodies and will going into overdrive to at least die fighting, while she, a superior being in every other respect, would fall into unconsciousness. It had its use, allowing her time to recover and heal, but it was a struggle to resist that impulse to simply 'sleep'.
As she was carried out of the depths, she wondered, 'Did I already pass out? Am I unconscious? Is this all a dream…?' She wondered as her body bent and floated along as if the roiling sea was merely a warm red cloud that hid her from the world. She had a vague sense of hearing the screams of the dying torn apart and lumps of flesh falling down around her… then the world was bright as they emerged in the daylight… and Entoma lost her battle, drifting into the darkness of unconsciousness at last as the town vanished behind her.