Chapter 83 The Unsealing* (1/2)
He'd nearly been dying of anticipation. The power had built within him for over a fortnight, and finally, finally, he felt himself nearing the end of his wait.
Rassa allowed a grin to adorn his face in the silent darkness of his cell. Though it was not one of happiness. No, this grin was malicious, dark and hungry. He could feel all that power ready to break out, and for the world to bow down at his feet. He was the bringer of darkness and death, and he would act upon it. Rassa took a deep breath in, and he felt the flickering within his soul make a small appearance.
”It is time, Rassa. You will be a fledgling no longer,” Victor stated, ”You have learned all you can from those who came long before you. Do not waste this knowledge. Do not devastate our memory. You are the end of the old and the beginning of the new. The bringer of death and new life. The Mist blesses you and the Chaos you can and will unleash upon the world. Reinstate the rightful balance, move this world forward. Take what is yours”.
Rassa's eyes flicked open as he looked up at his cell door, taking a deep breath in and releasing it, then reaching for the power dwelling in his soul, his intentions darker than Victor had ever witnessed from the boy before, ”You don't have to tell me twice”.
Rassa thought he felt Victor's fear then. Though it can't have been, Victor didn't feel fear. Rassa grabbed Victor's soul, along with the souls of every Vampire that had died with the heir of Star Crash and been waiting more than a thousand years for Rassa in that dark cave. Then Rassa did something he hadn't been told to do, something that truly did scare all of them.
Rassa took their souls, and forced them to become a part of his own.
He had no need of their knowledge, he had been taught it all over the years anyway. Instead he took their power. Their souls were torn to pieces, and Rassa felt it as their thousands of individual gifts and abilities as vampires were added to his own. They enhanced him, nourished him, and in the end, his soul burst open. The dam broke, and he was filled with raw power. His Life Lines sent a dark red glow through his cell and he felt the instant access to the Mist and all it offered at his fingertips. He felt it's happiness, it's welcome of him. It was happy to have somebody to correct the balance that had been too far on the side of Order for too long. Finally, Chaos had reawakened in full.
Rassa did not disappoint it.
He drew on its influence with his Life Lines, the feeling all too natural, and felt his body melt into the shadows around him. The chains fell to the ground and then Rassa appeared once more on the outside of the cell, his body melding itself back into place. Rassa shifted his neck around, tensing and relaxing his muscles as he felt his body clearly for the first time in years. The power welling beneath the surface was astronomical compared to what it had been when he was a fledgling, and it was still gushing out. He understood why the others had sealed this power, as a child, he would not have been able to stand it.
Rassa looked at his hands, grime and filth marring his pale skin, he curled his lip up in disgust. He needed a bath.
But first...
Rassa's eyes turned to the dark tunnel, a faint light at the far end indicating where a guard stood at the secondary gate that had been made.
Rassa stepped forward, shifting into his enhanced speed seamlessly before he stopped right before the gate. He could just meld right through it like he had before, but he should test some other abilities as well.
The guard, who had been pacing, turned and spotted Rassa, gasping out in surprise. Clearly he hadn't heard the chains drop earlier, or he hadn't thought anything of it.
”You-”