This is not the last chapter, just sayin.

Scyrus' P.O.V

I got off the table only to see the door open with a group of soldiers and a doctor carrying an IV. I was cuffed and the IV was stuck into my arm. I walked out the door while accompanied by a group of armed men.

I was guided through halls and elevators until I found myself in a garage. I was pointed to a small limo and approached it. The door was opened by a man in a suit and I sat inside. The inside looked lavish and glamorous, almost disgustingly so.

The IV was attached to a hook on the ceiling and the door was shut. I looked across from me and found the shit-eating grin of the Abstergo CEO. "greetings mr. Pyro" I looked next to him and saw Violet in a similar situation as myself, but lacking the IV.

The limo started and left its parking spot. I looked at the man across from me "if you laid a finger on her, you will be castrated with a food processor." The man merely smiled and gestured to Violet. "she is unharmed, you have no need" he placed a hand on her leg and got her cuffed hands slamming into his lap.

"I wasn't talking about me, so where are we going?" he grit his teeth and a single tear ran down his cheek. "I figured that you would want to see the thing you spent months finding." I tried looking out the window, but they were tinted to where I couldn't see anything.

"the Archive" he nodded. The rest of the fairly long limo ride was silent, Violet and I stole glances at each other while glaring daggers at Orlando. He let his gaze drift into mine, he looked away. I looked around the vehicle and found a cooler.

I glanced at it and squeaked out "what'd you have?" the man across form me cocked his jaw in thought. "champagne, lite beer, and water." I snickered "lightweight" he grimaced at my teasing and went to grab a pair of bottles.

He popped them open and handed one to me. I took a sip and then downed the whole bottle with a belch. The CEO looked at me and then at my empty bottle with a look of bewilderment. He then looked at his bottle and glanced at Violet who took it.

After clearing out his collection of low-booze booze, I closed my eyes and fell to sleep. I was awoken by a jab from a rifle and led out of the limo by a trio of goons. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and saw that the cave from the memories had not changed in however many years.

Upon entering the cave I glanced around at the precursor architecture. My hands were grabbed and my cuffs were unlocked. I walked toward the solid black wall and placed a hand on it. Golden light ran across the wall like veins, converging at my hand.

The lines rearranged themselves until they read The Demigod. I turned to the group behind me and saw the barrels of several guns pointed at my head. I turned back to the wall and pushed harder, the metal of the wall shifted and a square door of light opened.

I turned one last time and saw a nod followed by the tri of armed men from before pushing me through the doorway. On the other side, I saw something out of a dream. Stairs were going in all sorts of directions, the walls were lined in hexagonal panels.

An echoing voice then spoke, it sounded low and powerful, like how you would imagine a god sounding. "what do you seek pilgrim? Knowledge, transport, or something else?" I grit my teeth and opened my mouth to speak "I need power, something to protect and to terrify. I need an edge." The room then began to hum.

The numerous stairs shifted and a golden line appeared on a flight of stairs connected to the platform I stood on. I followed the line and was led across bottomless pits and gravity defying stairwells. The path ended at another platform. A single hex was glowing on the wall, I pressed it.

The panel opened like an aperture and I found a scroll on ancient parchment. Upon picking it up, I heard the voice again. "oath of the Shadoweaver, donated by Scyrus Pyro the second as toll for passage." The panel closed and the surrounding panels shifted, opening another gate of light.

I hesitantly walked through the doorway and found myself in the cave once again. "well, he lived, get in there now!" he yelled at the troops. But, as they approached the door, it shut again. One of them pressed a palm to the wall but the black metal was dormant.

Orlando turned to me with his hand out "give me that scroll" he went to grab it but the voice echoed through the cave. "warning: the penance for seizing another's gift from the Archive is immediate disintegration." His eyes widened and he snapped his hand back.

I looked at the roll of parchment and unraveled it, the handwriting was scrawly, but legible. I then read it aloud.

I, Scyrus Aeram Pyro, third of his name,

Hereby take the blackened oath.

The air around me began to swirl in a circle, flecks of black seemed to be pulled from my shadow.

I take the shadow pledge,

Between good and evil, it is the edge.

Giving up my body here,

For power over what all men fear.

The flecks of black in the air then were sucked into my body as more appeared.

with my power, shadows are set free,

I am shadow, and it is me.

The parchment turned into a puff of smoke and flew into my mouth. I clutched my throat and fell to my knees. Then, in an instant, all the pain was gone.

Orlando looked crazed, he looked around rapidly. "this place was a loss, fire!" I saw the gunfire before I felt it.

This chapter was going to have more, I swear.