Santarinus stood at the opposite end of the holding cells, making no effort to hide the blood lust that emanated from him like light from a candle. He was almost as tall as Raziel, bald, and had tattooed dozens of tribal designs across his arms, chest and back. In each hand he held large Sabres that reflected sapphire patterns across the walls, regardless of the little amount of light.

'You are Raziel?' He shouted to his opponent, every word seeping with malice.

'I am,' Raziel replied, 'The bane of Oblivius, your brother,'

'It matters not to me your name or title!' Santarinus spat, 'I will bathe in the blood of your corpse either way!'

Raziel smirked. 'Should your blade even scrape the skin that covers me, I will tear your from your bones,' He readied his spear, 'Shall we begin, Santarinus?'

'You seem confident that you will kill me. You will bleed!'

Santarinus spun both sabres effortlessly around his fingers and began to walk towards Raziel, who took two steps forward, then crouched.

'You know not what I am capable of,' Raziel whispered, as he took of his clan cloak. Then, he broke into a sprint. Not towards Santarinus, but to the eastern wall. With agility that would shame a leopard, he jumped, kicked off the wall, and launched himself into the air.

'If only I had wings…' He mused, before slashing at Santarinus on his descent to the ground. His opponent ducked, and felt the edge of the weapon roar across the top of is head, nearly removing his scalp.

'Shall I wear your red cloak?' Santarinus jeered. 'Maybe then you would find it easier to cut me!'

'Wear not the cloak, human, for it bears that colour because I soaked it in your brother's blood. Wear instead my teeth, for they will make far greater impression on your enemy than those hands of yours,'

'It speaks, but can it fight?' Santarinus chuckled, dealing a powerful blow at Raziel's back. The vampire bent over backwards, and watched in mock awe as one of the Sabres passed over his eyes.

'Impressive,' Raziel said. 'But will your survive at all?' He jumped, and spun backwards away from Santarinus, turned, and delivered a flurry of blows to his opponent, all but the last were deflected, which ripped through his neck like wildfire.

He stood back, clutching his throat and gasping for air. Raziel raised one eyebrow. The defeated human fell to his knees, and his eyes followed Raziel with terror as he slowly circled around him.

'Victory does not smile on you today, Santarinus. It spits on you…'

Raziel knelt down next to him, and eyed his spurting throat with a look of madness in his eyes. He placed his fingers on the wound, and brought them back to his lips to tasted the blood.

'That is all you drink for now, Raziel. Kill him.'

Raziel whirled round to see Kain standing behind him. He shrugged, stood up, and lifted the spear. He stared straight down at Santarinus' blood covered face.

'Never kill a man while staring into his eyes, for the eyes alone can haunt one for eternity,'

'Do it,' Santarinus replied. 'You killed my brother, and now I wait to see him impatiently,'

'Very well, human,' Raziel replied, and skewered him through the chest with the spear.