Incubus
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On the eastern outskirts of Helfurt, just outside of the Hunger Wood, lies a rundown cottage next to a graveyard. This cottage is the home of Viktor Rutledge, the caretaker of the graveyard according to the citizens of Helfurt. Unbeknownst to the citizens, Viktor has been practicing the darkest of magic’s in his home, Necromancy. Viktor, driven by a force calling to him in his dreams has been amassing a small contingent of the undead to aide him in searching out this force that is driving him and promising him power beyond anything he could imagine. As he raises skeletons and zombies from the graveyard by his home, he sends them into the woods to await his call. There will be a time, very soon, sooner than Viktor might think, that he will be leaving his home to search out this unknown force, this force that is calling him into the woods…
(This is the fluff for my Vampire Counts army that I am taking into an escalation league.)
(update)
That evening, as Viktor was finishing digging a grave for the funeral tomorrow, he could feel a compulsion pulling him to the woods, it was time. Viktor headed back to his cottage and gathered his supplies for the journey. He made sure to bring as much food as he could salt and cure, after all, his minions did not need to eat, but he did. With his traveler’s bag packed and his spell books stored, Viktor took a torch, lit it with his lantern and set his cottage a blaze. With the fire raging at his back, he headed into the woods to take stock of his little army. After a few minutes of walking, Viktor looked behind him to make sure that he was not being followed and that he could no longer see the fire of his cottage from inside the forest.
Viktor had managed to raise only a few skeletons and was a little disappointed that some of the older graves refused to stir. However, it took all his fingers and toes to count the number of zombies he had managed to summon and patch back together. Satisfied with his small force, Viktor stood to begin his journey with the undead shambling along beside him. Only, when he was standing did he see, there before him stood five armored knights. As the knights fell in line on the outskirts of his skeletons, he realized these were not just any knights, no, these were black knights; Wights who like him were feeling the call of a dark force driving them. With these knights also came a host of spirits, each mimicking how the appeared at the moment of their death. The spirits floated ahead of him, with their eerie light guiding the way. With the path lit before him, and his soul feeling the pull of which direction to go, Viktor set forth on a journey that he was not certain where it would lead, or what horror he would find, only the knowledge that something dark was worming its way inside him and it was growing.
Update 6/13/2012
Having determined that it would be safer to travel at night in the forest than during the day, Viktor began looking for a place to camp as the pitch black of the forest was slowly turning to an ominous gray. He instructed the Black Knights to stand watch while he slumbered and sent the skeletons to scout with the spirits. Only after he could no longer hear the crunching of forest floor as his troops patrolled the area, did Viktor rest his head. However, peace was not to be found in this slumber. Horror upon horror permeated his dreamscape, preventing him from truly resting.
Viktor rose as dusk was falling and returning the woods to the darkness, black as pitch pushing in from all directions. His minions could feel him stirring even before he rose and before him stood his small contingent ready for new orders. Only, there was something different about his army. No longer were there ethereal spirits floating amid the troops, however, it appeared that the skeletons had more than doubled in force! Viktor would have taken a moment to revel in the growth of his minions, but that ever present pull was demanding that he continue moving, ever deeper into the Hunger Woods.
Update 6/15/2012
After a fortnight of trudging through the woods, sleeping by day and travelling by night, Viktor was at a loss for how he continued to place one foot in front of the other. Never had he travelled this far on foot. He could not quite remember what real food tasted like, having for the past three days, only been able to eat small pieces of bread that he was doing his best to ration. He was pretty sure that the taste of copper that filled his mouth was due to the bread being too coarse for his parched throat to swallow as it made tiny lacerations as he tried to swallow it. The last water he had found was a day ago in the bough of a tree, stagnant and covered in mosquitos, he did not care. Water, what he would give to have a small draught of that life giving fluid. As much as he wanted to lie down and die right here, he could feel that his bones would get up and continue in his place, such was the power that was compelling him onward.
Shuffling, one foot after the other, Viktor concluded that his sight was failing him now too. It seemed as if the forest was breaking onto a bright sunny day, only… it was the middle of the night. Was it not? Had he forgotten his regimen of travelling by night and sleeping during the day? Then realization slowly dawned upon his face, if this was a bright sunny day, why is the light twinkling blue and green in hue? Almost as if it was moonlight, but it was radiating from the forest clearing up ahead. Was this it? Had he reached his destination? Just then, the unseen force driving him on rallied and renewed his energy with such vigor! He was here; he was finally at his journey’s end! With an energy he had not felt in three days, he stepped into the clearing.
Update 6/18/2012
After his eyes had adjusted to the swirling energy lighting up the clearing, Viktor’s sight fell upon the force that had been pulling him to this location. The scene before him would have driven any sane man from the clearing, from the woods, indeed would have driven him straight to a temple of Sigmar. However, after months of raising corpses and then a fortnight of travel through the woods, Viktor was no sane man.
From where he stood, there was a stony path that led between rows and rows of skeletons prostrating themselves before a black altar. All the energy seemed to be flowing to, and through, this altar. Only after he drew closer to the alter, did Viktor see a woman in the garments of the grave, laid upon the altar. Falling to his knees Viktor crawled among the skeletons slowly approaching the obsidian throne of death. He did not know how he knew, but he knew none the less that this woman is the source of the power that was drawing him here and calling to him all these months. This corpse, this woman, was to be his master and he knew he would server her faithfully for all eternity.
As he drew level with the altar, Viktor withdrew his ceremony dagger, slit his wrist, and held it over the mouth and let his blood flow over her cracked, dead lips. Initially there was no reaction and Viktor feared that his offering was not enough for his new lady lord. On closer inspection, however, he noticed that there seemed to be new life in her lips where his blood flowed. Then, there was a slight fluttering of her eyes, and with lightning speed, she took his arm in her hands and sank her fangs deep into the flesh of his wrist.
Update 6/25/2012
Viktor’s vision swam, he could no longer tell if he was standing, falling, or if he was even still awake. Time seemed to stand still frozen in the exquisite moment with his mistresses teeth embedded in his flesh, drinking his very life. Viktor only had a moment to realize that the world was truly fading away with darkness encroaching, an ever dark that threatened to press in on him forever. In that same moment, the world, reality, and the situation came flooding back to Viktor as the beauty before him relinquished her hold on him and removed her fangs from his arm. Viktor could see the crimson of his lifeblood smeared across her face and staining her gown.
Unsure of whether in a dream or reality, he thought he could hear his mistress say, “You returned me to this façade of life; I shall not take yours.” With these words echoing in his head Viktor fell into a slumber no longer wrought with nightmares and demands to quicken his search, his search was over.
“Ah, you stir, I assume your slumber was… peaceful?” She said. “I was afraid I took too much and that you would never wake again; how dreadful that would have been, to waste someone as devout as you.”
Viktor’s eyes fluttered as her voice, music to his ears, brought him out of the realm of sleep. “My Lady-Lord, forgive me the frailties of my mortal form!” He said as he stumbled to his knees and prostrated himself before her.
“My Dear Viktor, you need not grovel before me, I owe you so much, and your payment will be more than anything you could ever have imagined as a lowly grave-digger. Now rise, and recognize yourself as Viktor Rutledge: High Wizard in the Necromantic Order of Hunger Wood.” She said as she took Viktor’s hand and lifted him from his position on the floor. Only now did he realize he was in a room of stone and mortar and not at an altar buried deep in the woods.
“Where, where are we Lady…?” Viktor trailed off, realizing he did not even know his new lord’s name.
“Viscount Cosmina Von Templehof, and we are in the manor that once belonged to my family. “ Said Cosmina, her eyes, tinted red signifying what she truly was, gleamed with an intent that made Viktor shudder inside. “I am going to reclaim my family’s territory. However, I am not yet strong enough to lead. This is where you come in my dear Viktor; you shall serve me by bringing me sustenance, bolstering the ranks of my troops, and having this mansion restored and fortified. “
“My will is your desire my Viscount. “ Said Viktor with a bow. “If you will excuse me, I shall begin at once!”
UPDATE 7/24/2012
With that, her little Victor had left her chambers. So weak, is the only thought creeping through Cosmina’s mind as she closed the door to Viktor’s room and returned to her chambers. Why must the ritual of awakening always leave her so weak?! Was she not of noble blood? Was she not stronger than she had ever been in mortal life? WHY! Why must she rest, when there is work to be done! Alas, Viktor can handle the preparations, there is so much to do, but he is up to the challenge, she assured herself. With that thought, her mind drifted into dreams of lovers and gnashing teeth, followed by blood, so much blood.
Early, just before dawn on the third day of his journey from the manor where he awoke to his lady lord tending to his recovery, Viktor and his small contingent came to a halt. The winds blowing through the frosted trees brought the foul stench of the far North and with it the sounds of armored men trudging through the snow.
Viktor cursed vehemently, he was not expecting to come across prey this early, much less prey that sounded like it would offer a fight. He was left with two options, flee and pray they did not see his tracks, or attempt to catch whoever these armored soldiers were unawares. He had just decided to make up his mind as a strange humanoid creature came flying around a treacherous looking hill, riding upon a frozen magical disk! “Chaos” Viktor muttered under his breath as the sorcerer began to wave his hands in a manner that Viktor interpreted to be casting a spell. Reacting Quickly, Viktor began waving his flailing his arms relying on his innate ability to protect him from the horned sorcerer’s spells.
Nothing happened. The sorcerer seemed frustrated and Viktor seemed to have bought himself some time. Acting quickly, he commanded his black knights to charge over the treacherous hill to attempt a flank maneuver or to slaughter whatever may come over the hill as they would have no trouble with the menacing slopes. His skeletons he commanded to support the black knights, hoping to tie up this sorcerer’s forces on the far side of the slope, in an effort to cut off the sorcerer from reinforcements. He then called his zombies who had been milling around looking for small woodland creatures to eat into a formation around him.
Viktor, licking his chapped lips in anticipation of wielding the dark magic coursing through him, reached deep within him and stroked the energies of Lady Cosmina that flowed within him and sent the energy deep into the earth. With great effort he lifted his hands commanding the dead of the land to rise and come to his aide! He could feel the earth churning, he could see hands reaching from shallow frozen graves and just as his excitement was growing, it fell like a crashing wave. Five. Five zombies came forth to heed his call. It would have to do. At least he had five extra corpses to sacrifice for his survival if it should come to that.
Viktor could hear the sounds of combat breaking out on the other side of the hill and grinned at the fact that the black knights had found their mark and would soon be reinforced by his skeleton legion. Attempting to evade the sorcerer, Viktor willed his zombies still further so if he was to face combat with this foul caster, he would be in range of calling his black knights back for support. At that moment, Viktor heard the pounding hooves and looked to see what looked to be armored barbarians riding fast and hard from the far side of the slope to back up their master. Once again Viktor swore as he was left with just these zombies to defend him. Would Lady Cosmina even miss him if he failed to return, or would she send someone else to find him and raise him as a corpse to serve her in death since he failed to in life?
Again, the Sorcerer on the disk, having flown closer to Viktor and his zombies, began waving his arms and this time Viktor could hear the chanting. Viktor flustered, by these riders bearing down on him attempted to cast counter curses to protect him to no avail. The sorcerer seemed to become a focal point of foul energy as fell flame shot through the sorcerer and into the zombies surrounding Viktor igniting their rotting flesh in an otherworldly flame. However, it seemed that the sorcerer having succeeded in his spell had lost something of himself. His disk no longer hovered without err, and he his eyes had glazed over as if he had been struck senseless.
Viktor took this as his queue and pulling from the well of fell energy flowing through his veins, pushed himself and the zombies beyond any mortal ability to move as fast as he now was. He rounded the frozen hill in time to see the last of his black knights cut down by huge warriors of chaos caught in a tumultuous combat with his skeletons. Before he could utter another curse at how poorly this conflict was transpiring, Viktor saw the sheer terror gripping the warriors faced with the dead walking and fighting. Before they could get a handle on their fear, Viktor watched as each and every warrior was cut down before his skeletons. This pleased Viktor, for he knew he now had ammunition in the corpses he would be able to raise for Lady Cosmina.
Viktor only had a moment to revel in the triumph of his skeletons, when the sound of combat from behind pierced his reverie. It seemed the horsemen had caught his contingent of zombies and were going to cut a swath through them and tear out his heart. Only they did not seem to have in them the will to fight the dead as they could see his skeletons, still hacking at the corpses of their mightiest warriors. Come to think of it, that sorcerer had not seemed to recover from his confusion and as Viktor looked around he saw the sorcerer flying around in circles, apparently having forgot there was a battle tacking place. The will to fight fled the riders as quickly as they had come barreling around the hill and were pulled from their horses and quickly devoured by his zombies.
Viktor sat amongst the dead with a grin spreading across his lips. There was the slightest glint of hysteria in his eyes and something inside began as a small chuckle and slowly spread to an all-out maniacal laugh. He had won. Not only that, but he had enough “parts” to not only bring the knights back, but potentially add armored soldiers to Lady Cosmina’s personal guard. Today was a good day. He quivered with excitement at telling his lady of his success.
However, a black cloud began to grow within his soul and dark thoughts began to pour into his mind. Why were the men of the chaos wastes pushing into Sylvania? Had they not been allies in other conflicts against the empire of man? Had he just slain a scouting contingent sent to search for allies? Had he just brought the wrath of chaos down upon the head of she who he swore fealty to? He must return to her and tell her all he has seen and done, he must accept whatever punishment she deems worthy even if it is death, for surely he would deserve death for bringing war to his Lady. He began preparations to animate every corpse on this, his former field of triumph, now evidence of his stupidity. He would not return empty handed.
Update 7/26/2012
Realizing that he could be in serious trouble for his lack of foresight, Viktor quickly resurrected his forces and prepared to depart straight back to Lady Cosmina’s mansion. To make sure that she would be in good spirits upon his return, Viktor raised the Northern warriors and sent them ahead of his force to bow before her lordship. Once preparations had been made and his units reformed, albeit a bit hastily as time was of the essence; Viktor began the trek that would take him home, or to his death.
Two days into his journey home, Viktor trudged along mingling within the ranks of his zombies battling the horrors he imagined his lady would visit upon him for trouncing a possible ally and potentially bringing war to her doorstep before she was ready. Without warning a vibrant green light arced from off in the distance and through his black knights that were guarding his right flank. There was a slight sizzle in the air and then three of their numbers exploded in bones and shrapnel. Immediately Viktor was on the defensive and he did not know from what. His first order of business was to resurrect those knights and bolster the ranks of his skeletons and zombies… if he could. Thankfully, his lady’s future displeasure had not sapped her energy from him and he succeeded in bringing them back.
Unsure of his foe, and remembering the destruction of his black knights against the warriors from the North, Viktor held his troops in line until he could see what he was up against. He did not have long to wait. Within moments the clearing was full of what seemed a landslide of… rat-men. He could not count all of them but knew himself to be outnumbered. Before he could fully take stock of the situation, a pack of these rat-men slammed into his black knights attempting to tear them from their mounts. One of the rat-men seemed to swell with green energy before releasing an energy bolt of that same pulsing green light that exploded several of his skeletons. Following this, another thunderous clap of energy washed over his skeletons but they seemed unharmed by the flash this time. This was not going well, not at all.
Needing some way to slow down this wave of beasts, Viktor sent his skeletons into what looked like a unit of cloaked plague victims, only they were these rat-men and seemed to be immune to the diseases they carried. Thanking his mistress for his troops being already dead, he only feared himself getting infected by this lot. Viktor then positioned himself and his zombies behind the skeletons to hopefully get better positioning and avoid the onslaught of rat-men that were bearing down on his left flank. Viktor once again summoned the energies within him and bolstered the skeletons, replenished the knights and swelled the ranks of his zombies. However, he suffered injury in doing so. He feared these troops would not be enough.
In the ensuing battle, several more of his his skeletons were slain by these robed figures, clearly their disease was not their only strength, and they fought with a fervor that he had only heard about in stories of legend. The rat-man that shot lightning into his skeletons once again fired at his black knights, caring not for his troops that were engaged with them! Thankfully his troops seemed to shrug this assault of green energy off and the lightning from the distance over shot its mark again. On top of this, the rat-men that had been threatening his left flank, slammed into his Skeletons flank! This was not going well at all, if he did not find a way to slow their onslaught his skeletons would be dead and both these hordes would be upon him!
Viktor watched in horror as over half of his skeletons were cut down in the ensuing clash. However, there seemed to be a silver lining to this dark cloud that was forming. The ground seemed to quake beneath his feet as the rat-men fighting his knights seemed to explode as they were cut down by his knights. Once the snow and debris from this explosion cleared, Viktor could see that the rat-men were no more and his knights were positioning to charge the robed fighters currently tearing apart his skeletons. Both of who seemed to have lost several troops in the resulting explosion.
It was do or die time for Viktor and his rapidly shrinking force. Viktor willed his zombies forward and charged into the rat-men on the skeletons flank as the black knights slammed into the robed rat-men. Viktor bolstered the surrounding undead with dark energy to help guide their weapons into the soft flesh of these rat-men. In doing so, Viktor had left himself exposed. Four Rat-men pounced on Viktor and the last image to flit across his vision was the inside of one of these rat-men’s mouth. All went black.
Cosmina woke with a start, something had happened to Viktor. He had fallen; she was sure of it and cursed herself for not sending him out with a larger force. Throwing the sheets which seemed to trap her in her bed, Cosmina rose and hurried through her home to heading to the attic. Running the length of it, she threw open the doors and was assaulted by the snow storm that must have picked up during the night. Cosmina extended her arms above her head in the blistering cold air and summoned to her the magic that coursed through her and her minions. Allowing several of her skeletal guard to fall to piles of bone and ash, Cosmina sent this energy out into the sky, hoping too much time had not already passed.
In darkness, there is nothing. Time and senses lose all meaning. Yet, a sound penetrates through this nothing; a sound that was not there a moment before, the beating of a heart. Slow at first but growing, then pain. Indescribable pain as the veil of nothingness is torn aside and what is incorporeal is shoved down the fleshy throat of a body that it had recently vacated. These were the first new born moments of Viktor’s life reborn. His mistress had not let him die.
Once Viktor was able to, not knowing how much time it took, he opened his eyes. Once again all was black, only it was not the empty black of nothingness, it was the oppressive black of being buried, yet he did not feel soil pressing in around him. The blackness was slick and sticky and was cooling. He shoved and was greeted with the sickening sensation of flesh and soaked cloth moving in heaps as he clawed his way out of his makeshift tomb. The grey of the night sky greeted Viktor as he felt the cold snow falling around him. Blinking to allow his eyes to adjust to the light they had only recently been denied, Viktor took stock of the situation. Before him stood a solitary black Knight, and everywhere he looked…death.
Nothing moved, not even this lone black knight. Viktor extricated himself from the bodies piled around him. There was no motion from any of the rat-men. There was no creaking of bones from the skeletons, save those of the black knight and his horse. There were not even the sickening sounds of the sucking wounds of the zombies as they lurched to and fro. Viktor wondered at this moment why his lady had brought him back. Surely it must be to punish him for this failure. Yet, was it truly a failure? Was there not the black knight still standing while no rat-men were? It was now that Viktor began to see movement.
Attempting to ready himself for another attack, Viktor realized that it was his soldiers who were stirring. His mere presence seemed to be willing them to pull themselves back together. Viktor attempted to tap into this energy to will more un-life back into the dead around him. Before long his troops were back to their original numbers, and he had a moderate contingent of rat-men dead to bolster his ladies ranks. He was sure; however, she would send them to the borders of her land for somehow, their stench was worse than that of normal undead. Viktor knew not what waited for him back at his lady’s mansion, but he knew he must not dally. She had already given him the gift of life, he did not want to give her any further reason to rescind it.
Update 8/2/2012
Not wanting to delay in his return to Viscount Cosmina, Viktor climbed up to sit behind one of the black knights on their mount. So as not to fall off, Viktor strapped himself to the black knight. With one final command to all his troops to march through the night and not stop until they reached their lord’s mansion, Viktor fell into a restless slumber.
Cosmina rose from the extravagant, though decaying, armchair she had been sitting in and crossed her front room to peer out across her property. She could see both peasant and dead working together to rebuild the walls along her property line. Through the gateway, thus far sans gate, she could make out the shapes of what appeared to be armored troops marching towards her property! At once, she tore across the room and threw open the front door, nearly ripping it off its hinges. She sent forth the call to arms and rallied the dead across her grounds into rough rank and file, as the peasantry scattered into dwellings and other assorted hiding places less they too end up dead and in the ranks of the Viscount’s army.
Not wanting to give away her strengths yet, Cosmina lined her forces on either side of the perimeter wall flanking both sides of the gate hole. Thus when the troops crossed the threshold they would be caught in a pincer and ideally crushed within. However, as the armored soldiers drew near, Cosmina saw that they were clad in the armor of a Northern tribe, but they had an eerie silence about them. Furthermore, there was something odd about their gait, as if… her thoughts trailed off because at that moment she could feel the dark energies emanating from them. A smile spread across her lips as she saw these soldiers for what they were, “to the victor go the spoils.” she muttered under her breath.
She quickly released the dead to return to their mundane task of rebuilding and sent the call for the peasants to return to assisting the dead. As the armored troops came to a halt in front of her, she could see the ravages of combat upon them. However, she could sense the innate power residing within, all the way to the bones of these dead men. They would serve nicely, though they would have to be imbued with better magic than Viktor’s, although, she was surprised that he was able to raise them and send them so far beyond the normal bounds of his capacity. Viktor it seemed was worth resurrecting and had more potential than she originally saw. Good, she thought, resurrection is no easy task and he owes her his life. What better way to pay back that debt than a lifetime serving her? Alas, such thoughts would have to wait for the morrow as the first blush of dawn began chasing away the enveloping caress of ebon night. Viktor had better return this day before she rises with the returning embrace of the night.
Updated 8/6/2012
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No, it is not possible, he thought to himself as he nearly fell out of the easy chair he had been slumbering in. Surely, the darkness that dwells within that accursed forest has not been awakened. His mentor had seen to its destruction when he was just a page. However, his dreams were still haunted by the events that transpired that evening. He still bore the scars that would have led to his death, had his lordship not intervened and sacrificed himself. It was the events of that night so many years ago, that set him on the righteous path he now walked. No, it indeed, was not possible. For if such a thing had happened, then it would be the greatest test of faith, he Hodenheim had ever faced.
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As the dwindling rays of the ever burning death descended passed the horizon, ushering in the beloved night, Cosmina stirred from her slumber. If only there was some way to stop the sun from rising, or to block it out for eternity. Alas, such musing would have to wait for another time, for she could sense her property had returned. Not wanting to give the impression she had been waiting for him, she took her time getting ready before heading downstairs to receive his news.
As soon as she came down the stairs, Viktor prostrated at her feet and began begging her forgiveness. A little confused, she knelt down and lifted his head and leading him to a sitting position. “Whatever are you apologizing for my pet?” She said, her voice almost musical, filled him with both relief and dread.
“I...I failed you my lady. You sent me to find food, troops and materials and I failed. Furthermore, I may very well have slain an envoy from the North that was possibly seeking an alliance.” He wailed. “I do not deserve your kindness, or you using your power to bring one such as me back to life. I am ready to receive whatever punishment you deem fit for my ineptitude.”
“Viktor, do you dare think yourself worthy of determining in what manner I shall use the power granted to me?” Cosmina asked in a tone that threatened repercussions.
“No, my lady! I Just….”
“Viktor, do you think me foolish enough to send forth a servant incompetent and unable to handle tasks I set for them?”
“No, my lady! It is just…”
“Then, relax and stop attempting to apologize. My Grand Necromancer, should not be seen groveling at my feet. Though we are not equals, you would need to grievously fail to earn my wrath. I assure you, that you have not done so, yet.” She said in a tone fit for nobility addressing one almost of equal status. “That was no envoy, an envoy seeking alliance comes either in a smaller contingent that is not battle ready, or a much larger contingent in a show of force. That was most likely a scouting force and you dealt with them. I am curious as to why you did not return straight away after dispatching them.”
“Your lordship, I was… detained by men in the form of rats. They rained down upon our soldiers a green lightening that tore through my force as if it was nothing. We only saw victory due to the energies the remained within a lone Black Knight whom was able to destroy the rat men’s war machine.”
“So the Skaven stir from their warrens with enough boldness to take on a contingent of undead? This does not bode well Viktor. If there is movement from the North as your army discovered, and the Skaven are stirring and skirmishing along our forest edge, there is no coincidence that I was able to pull together the energy to summon you. These are all omens that speak of a coming storm. One that I intend not only to weather, but to ride and with it, usher in the independence of Sylvania from the Empire. “
“What is your will for me, my lady?” Viktor inquired, drawing Cosmina from her reverie.
“You, my dear Viktor, are to spend your time in the library and in the ritual chamber. I want you to have mastered yourself within a fortnight. If you manage this, I will allow you to live and educate you further.” She said in a voice as hard as stone. “I will not tolerate defeat. I have given you your life and in exchange you will be shaped into the potential I see within you, or you will die in the process.” After a moment’s pause, she said, “Now while you are preparing yourself, I sense there is another like you that is feeling my pull. It looks as if you will have a student Viktor. Worry not; they will not be here until after your studies are complete. I must leave for a small time; there is one other I feel that is lost and I will be the one to find her. After all, how can one be a vampire, without taking a childe to continue the legacy?”
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