Post by dam on Jul 21, 2010 13:14:13 GMT -5
Arms folded across his chest, eyes starring out with an almost blank expression to them; it was there that the Warlock pondered his next move. He was torn between his continued research into the Immortals, into their powers, into what set them apart from the Mortals; and his always present quest in tracking down the rest of the grimoires. Both seemed necessary, both seemed relevant to the moment, and both seemed capable of heightening his already dangerous abilities. However, as he stood there, mind lost deep in though, eyes starring out the large window before him to look upon the night as rain poured down upon it, Damien was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts and back into the real world. "There exists a way for you to have both things you lust for so, my love." The words seemed to ring from within the very confines of his mind, sounding bestial, almost feral; yet beautiful all the same. Entrancing, almost. Turning on his heel, the Warlock looked upon the frame of the large white She-Wolf.
Claire was her name, actually an Earth Elemental that Damien had long ago summoned and bound to the body of a Wolf to serve him as his familiar. The Warlock had made no plan of keeping her for so long, but she'd proven to be as adept as a fighter as she had a mentor, and over time the Necromancer had grown to love her. After all, she was the closest thing to family he man truly had in this world, and for that simple fact alone she had cleaved a special place into his truly black heart. "And what might that be, my dear? Do you know of a Werewolf that controls one of the legendary volumes? Or perhaps a Vampire that happens to have it just lying around and would be willing to loan it out?" His words bit with a trace of annoyance, not at her, at the fact he still wasn't any closer to his precious grimoires than he had been nearly thirty years ago. That's how long it had been since he'd discovered another. Three long decades.
From within his mind Damien once again felt the presence of Claire, her soft laughter filling his mind before she once again spoke. "Try to contain yourself, darling. I know of a Vampire, or rather a group of them. The one who leads them is ancient, powerful. If anyone exists that may be able to help you locate your precious books, I'm sure The Volturi would be your strongest ally in such a notion. Travel to them, travel to Volterra and speak to the one that calls himself Aro." As her words finally left his mind, Damien turned to face the window once again, a strike of lightening cracking across the sky to illuminate the world for only a second. "Volterra..." He let the word seem to roll across his tongue and drip off of his lips, and with that he simply smiled as flames erupted around him. For a moment they burned hotter than any fire, and then they were gone, nothing remaining of the raging inferno.
However, he now stood in the streets of Volterra.
Instant teleportation, a handy trick he'd picked up somewhere down the road. Dark eyes glanced around, taking in his surroundings, memorizing them, learning from what he saw. He could feel the power of this place, he could feel the presence of many strong Vampires; however, one aura stuck out in his mind. One of them was far more powerful, and that notion brought a wicked smile to the lips of the Warlock. Perhaps his precious Claire had been correct, maybe this Vampire could help him track down the final eight volumes of the Mortuus Libri. Oh, the very thought of possessing all twelve of the grimoires brought a small shiver down his spine. Soon enough he would have what he wanted, one way or another.
However, his day-dreams were rudely interrupted as a powerful hand clapped down on his shoulder. Apparently whoever these Volturi were, they had guards all around the city tasked with looking out for anything strange, anything out of the ordinary. Pretty much the sight of fire erupting in the middle of the street and then a man walking out of it that had a mist of arcane power clinging to him like a second skin set off all their warnings. As the first placed his hands upon him, two more emerged from a nearby car to approach the Warlock as well, though Damien only allowed a small smile to form upon his lips. With a simple wave of his hand the three men erupted into flames, though the fire was a deep blue in color and seemed to crackle with electricity. Soulfire, the Necromancer had ignited the souls of the men on fire from the inside out. As their screams filled the night, Damien swung around to look upon two more that stood by in shock, their eyes showing only fear. It brought a twisted smirk to the Warlock's lips.
"Take me to Aro, now." And with those simple words they immediately complied. A car pulled up, the door even being opened for Damien as he sat down in the back seat, seconds later the tires peeling as the vehicle raced away, leaving behind the smoldering corpses.
Claire was her name, actually an Earth Elemental that Damien had long ago summoned and bound to the body of a Wolf to serve him as his familiar. The Warlock had made no plan of keeping her for so long, but she'd proven to be as adept as a fighter as she had a mentor, and over time the Necromancer had grown to love her. After all, she was the closest thing to family he man truly had in this world, and for that simple fact alone she had cleaved a special place into his truly black heart. "And what might that be, my dear? Do you know of a Werewolf that controls one of the legendary volumes? Or perhaps a Vampire that happens to have it just lying around and would be willing to loan it out?" His words bit with a trace of annoyance, not at her, at the fact he still wasn't any closer to his precious grimoires than he had been nearly thirty years ago. That's how long it had been since he'd discovered another. Three long decades.
From within his mind Damien once again felt the presence of Claire, her soft laughter filling his mind before she once again spoke. "Try to contain yourself, darling. I know of a Vampire, or rather a group of them. The one who leads them is ancient, powerful. If anyone exists that may be able to help you locate your precious books, I'm sure The Volturi would be your strongest ally in such a notion. Travel to them, travel to Volterra and speak to the one that calls himself Aro." As her words finally left his mind, Damien turned to face the window once again, a strike of lightening cracking across the sky to illuminate the world for only a second. "Volterra..." He let the word seem to roll across his tongue and drip off of his lips, and with that he simply smiled as flames erupted around him. For a moment they burned hotter than any fire, and then they were gone, nothing remaining of the raging inferno.
However, he now stood in the streets of Volterra.
Instant teleportation, a handy trick he'd picked up somewhere down the road. Dark eyes glanced around, taking in his surroundings, memorizing them, learning from what he saw. He could feel the power of this place, he could feel the presence of many strong Vampires; however, one aura stuck out in his mind. One of them was far more powerful, and that notion brought a wicked smile to the lips of the Warlock. Perhaps his precious Claire had been correct, maybe this Vampire could help him track down the final eight volumes of the Mortuus Libri. Oh, the very thought of possessing all twelve of the grimoires brought a small shiver down his spine. Soon enough he would have what he wanted, one way or another.
However, his day-dreams were rudely interrupted as a powerful hand clapped down on his shoulder. Apparently whoever these Volturi were, they had guards all around the city tasked with looking out for anything strange, anything out of the ordinary. Pretty much the sight of fire erupting in the middle of the street and then a man walking out of it that had a mist of arcane power clinging to him like a second skin set off all their warnings. As the first placed his hands upon him, two more emerged from a nearby car to approach the Warlock as well, though Damien only allowed a small smile to form upon his lips. With a simple wave of his hand the three men erupted into flames, though the fire was a deep blue in color and seemed to crackle with electricity. Soulfire, the Necromancer had ignited the souls of the men on fire from the inside out. As their screams filled the night, Damien swung around to look upon two more that stood by in shock, their eyes showing only fear. It brought a twisted smirk to the Warlock's lips.
"Take me to Aro, now." And with those simple words they immediately complied. A car pulled up, the door even being opened for Damien as he sat down in the back seat, seconds later the tires peeling as the vehicle raced away, leaving behind the smoldering corpses.