First off, I am so sorry I haven't updated in.. 11 months? I've been busy with life, going through depression, and I've been just.. well life has been to hectic. I do have a plan for the story and I do plan to finish it though guys. Trust me. Enjoy this preview of what's to come...
A preview.
"Crossing your fingers does nothing to stop the Haylin within." Seth had a grin with pure malice on his face, the black aura covering every detail other than his eyes. . . his eyes, now crimson, full of power and hatred. Crow was pinned to the floor in the middle of a circle, markings all around. He was unconscious yet his eyes were open, the necklace heavy on his chest. Oh yes, the necklace..
The neckless was a cross with a spiked end, with little detail. It was made of iron. Unfortunately, it was also sharp enough to take Crow's blood when he first wore it, though he had not had the problem since. It still bothered Crow, or as Seth liked to say..
"Elijah, wake up!"
His eyes snapped open and he glared at Seth. "Do not use that name near me! Do you hear me?"
Seth grinned brightly for someone with such a wicked heart. "Look around you Crow, you're in my domain. This is my abandoned church, my living quarters, you do not control the man who knows your real name." And it was true, they were in an abandoned church back in America. Little light shone inside from the moon through the tainted windows with the baby Jesus etched in.
"Just. . . don't use that name, I hate it."
"Elijah, you know that will only make me use it more.." But this made Crow stand and ball up a fist, getting angier faster than he ever could. His eye twitched.
"I said.. NEVER." Instantly Crow rushed at Seth with the intent to kill, his technique. His Hated of the Warrior. Eyes became bloodshot, and it became obvious Seth wasn't controlling this time. A new part of the technique, a claw perhaps? He slashed violently at Seth, and Seth jumped straight up just in time to land on top of the church's bench just for it to get knocked away, forcing him to leap away.
"Hate me, Elijah, hate me." Seth's gift was working. "My old necklace will make you the perfect slave." He started to laugh evily and caught another swipe from Crow, sending him back gently. "Calm now."
And suddenly Elijah's head hurt. He grabbed his and shook his gently, side-to-side. "It hurts," he whined, falling to his knees and clutching tighter.
"You'll get used to it. Now, back to sleep."
"I see Seth has.. unleashed a bit of potential from the dragon of darkness." A black bird flew away from the window to the building, and hundreds of miles away a figure grinned.