Soul Purpose (Corvin)

[Draven]

Draven could still taste the blood of the women he had just killed. He tried to fight it., until his throat burned. The thirst overtook him and he lost control. He hated the fact that he took pleasure as the crimson liquid sliding down his throat. It was the last straw. He could not take being in this body any longer. He missed Merry. And feared of losing control and it being her body he would drop to the ground. She was a goddess and only in form by her strong mind. But he could not take that change.

Draven made his way to the Mythregal cemetery where for the last few weeks he had made his home in the underground Catacombs. He walked past skeletons and half rotten bodies. Local vampires used it as a feeding ground. But what vamps were left Draven ran them off. The largest one filled with selves of the dead. And a large empty coffin in the center is where he sleeps now.

He lit a few candles and sat on top of the closed lid coffin. The image of the women's face burned in his mind. When he was human and a Prince he had no problem killing enemies of the land. He had went to war against the witches, losing count as to how many he had killed. But now, now it was different. He hated the fact he enjoyed it. This women's death was the last straw. He had to do something.

He pulled a small piece of paper from the pocket of his cameo pants. He had gotten it from another vampire who stole it from a gypsy. It said it would help all problems for a price. What did he had to lose. Merry already thought him dead. He stood and gather the ingredients off a shelves in the back, placing them on the coffin. They did not look like much to him. He used some bones to crush the nightshade
and mix in the brimstone. Putting them in the black marble bow.

Draven reached behind and pulled out one of his daggers from it's back sheath he wore. Quickly slicing the blade across his palm. The dark blood rose as he squeezed his hand in a fist to draw out more blood. Draven poured his blood in the bowel. Then lit it with a match.

This felt stupid to him. What was he doing. After a few minutes of nothing he wrapped his hand in an old cloth. And slide down the stone wall to the floor. Covering his eyes with his hands. He just wanted to be Chris again.

[Corvin]

Corvin was never normally summoned. If anything, he had associates that were summoned in his place, but instructions on how to directly summon Corvin, himself were out there. He was, after all, demonic by nature. But there were so very few that knew that truth. He had a few rings and talismans that hid his true essence, and disguised it as a human aura. It allowed him to pass himself off as a human for so many decades in Mythregal. Corvin aged, but so often, he would siphon the lifeforce from another, and his youth would be restored. In a couple of decades, which now seemed like months to Corvin, he would have to siphon life again to regain youth. Of course, he did not find inconvenience in this, as the process was fairly simple.

But as Corvin felt the pull of his summoning ritual call him to a potential client, he sighed as he placed a spellbook on necromancy on a shelf and allow the summoning ritual pull him to the location of the summoner. Corvin was in his Study one moment, and a decrepit crypt the next, and what would he see below him but a vampire. Not that Corvin had anything against dealing with vampires, as he has constantly supplied arms to both sides for as long as there had been a war, it was just that he had hoped that this vampire would have been someone with a potentially more promising atmosphere. From the looks of things, this one looked as if he could barely afford a glamour to pass for human, let alone the money for the enchantment of a vampiric protection ring.

The vampire looked pathetic there, as he looked as if he were about to cry. Not another bleeding heart… Corvin thought, but then again, they were also one of his favorites. They were the easiest to corrupt, and the easiest to expend. “And to whom do I extend the honor to?” Corvin asked as he walked into visual distance of the vampire.


“I normally do not directly do business with people, unless they’re someone that strikes my interest,” Corvin spoke bluntly, “and to be perfectly honest, laddo, you don’t particularly look like someone I’d even bother harvesting organs from...well, granted if vampire organs worked.” Corvin stood up and raised an eyebrow momentarily, and pondered if vampire organs could be transplantable. He immediately came back to the vampire summoner at hand, and gazed down at him with a raised eyebrow. Waiting for him to explain why he summoned him.

[Draven]

He was shocked to say the least that it had summed anything let alone worked. He looked up at what looked to be a man but he knew better. You do not summon a man with blood. A part of him wanted to walk away from this. Was making a deal with a demon really worth it. He could go to the Vampiric Lands of Sylthanis and take what ever fate they would give him. He was an imposter wearing a vampire meat suit. Draven was sure they would not take too kindly to him.
At least Merry would be safe. But how safe? There will be others after her. If there is a hit out on her, it will not stop until she is dead and money had been collected.

The prince with in him took offence to his tone. He was once again underestimated. But it was when he was called laddo that he stood.

"Your eyes deceive you demon," He said as he stood with pride. "I did summon you. And I do not take so kindly to threats. But I am no vampire. At least not on the inside. My name is Prince Christopher Finn Ryen of the Redwoods Kingdom."

[Corvin]

“My eyes deceive me of nothing!” Corvin snapped at the Prince, before letting out a sly chuckle, “Prince, pauper, either way, they both have the same size hole in the ground in the end, so unless you want to graduate from undead to just dead...again...I suggest you get on with why you summoned me!”

The second threat was just as much a challenge at the Prince as much as it was a promise towards the young man’s statement about not taking kindly to threats. But Corvin was well aware as to who the Prince was. Who didn’t know Prince Finn of Redwoods Kingdom? Corvin was told that the young man’s spirit perished in a portal, but to find out that the young man was alive...Inside, Corvin was laughing at the circumstances. “But I doubt you would want to try and discipline someone like me,” Corvin replied, “Not when I can restore your former body and get you out of that wretched, undead body.”

Corvin reached into his coat, and pulled out an amulet glowing in the power of darkness. “Take this,” he said with a grin, “you’ll need it. Also, you will need blood, enough to fill a human body.” Corvin replied. He didn’t care how the Prince got it, as long as he did.

“But…” Corvin said, before going silent and then smiling before speaking again, ”you can’t just get any blood. You must have all of the blood of the person you most love.”

[Draven]

Draven was not scared of his empty threats. That was what demons do. This dance had been going on since the dawn of time, the demon deal. And if this one would try anything he still had his daggers, He looked at the demon without saying a word. He would let him get his speech out. But it was when he told his own story back to him that he spoke.

"If you already knew why I brought you here then what was with the, I suggest you get on with why you summoned me! Ugh demons."

He took the amulet out of Corvin's hands. The smile on the demons face haunted him. What was he doing? But when he said he needed blood from Merry. "That could kill her. Does it have to be that much?"

He did not realize that his fangs where out. Just the though of her blood. He remembered the smell of it. It was the smell of energy and power. He let a growl escape his lips. The vampire inside was coming forward more.

"If I take this deal I better no have to kiss you to seal it?" he looked at Corvin and ran a hand through his hair. "What am I doing. To not be a vampire I have to drain Merry dry. I can't."

[Corvin]

Corvin grinned, and his eyes widened in excitement as he nodded his head slowly, and only once at the prince’s question about the amount of blood. “I’ll restore your body for you, in exchange for your servitude,” Corvin promised, “but this...love of yours, now that is a different story.” The demonic warlock chuckled softly as the vampire pondered his options. Corvin was willing to bet that the vampire knew that Corvin had the ability to help him further, but for a further price. Corvin walked around the crypt, examining the filthy place, and giving the prince a disgusted look here and there over the state of the place, knowing that the vampire could not afford better.

“Everything has a price, miladdo,” Corvin chuckled, “didn’t anyone tell you that nothing in the world is free? No kisses! But at least I’m not asking you for your soul. I suppose that would just put a serious drawback on things!” Corvin let out a sickening laugh, watching as his new client tried to decide if he wanted to even go through with this. It was the power that Corvin had, and it was his power alone that could set the Prince free. He was disgusted with the idea, which only made Corvin chuckle more. “The necklace will make things easier for you,” Corvin explained, “let it touch her flesh, and it will make her draining easier. As she fades, so shall the amulet gain strength.” In reality, the amulet’s power was that it was cursed to take the lifeforce of first person it touches once it is placed on by the wearer, so Draven would have to put it on when he’s certain that she would be the next person he would touch after placing it around his neck.

With her life force, and her blood in one place, Corvin could revitalize the undead vampiric body, giving life to the body once more. “You may not want to, but if you want to ensure that you two even have a future, you must first endanger it!” Corvin snapped at the Prince, “You summoned me for a solution, and I came with one. It is up to you now, as to whether or not you’re willing to do whatever it takes, to do the most wicked sin in your mind, in order to reach your own salvation. I can lead you to that salvation, but you’ll have to do as I say, and serve me when I call, and I will.”

Corvin extended his hand and smiled, promising that he would be able to do what he says.

[Draven]

"This is insane," Draven said as he ran his hand through his hair. "Let me get this straight, to be a real boy again, Chris Ryen not Draven. No more blood lust, and vampire crap, I have to take all of Merry's blood. the woman who has seen me die twice."

"I can't." He remembered his first death as a human. It was how he became a ghost. And the first time they had met. The time he was dragged to what he thought was hell. The look on her face when she said yes. That she would marry him even though he was a ghost. Seeing her cry for him when they told her his spirit had exploded in the portal. As Draven was being taken away by officers. And the look on the women's face as he drank every drop of blood from her body. The fear behind Merry's eyes when she saw Draven for the first time. Anger started to rise and take control. A rage that was building with everything that had happened to him. This deal seemed like the only way out.

Draven grabbed Corvin's hand. He watched as an orange glow came from his hand. Releasing his hand from Corvin's, he noticed the glow remained. He rised his glowing hand in front of his face. His hand burned like it was on fire. But he did not let the pain show.


"So it's done then. But if she dies,"

[Corvin]

“-WHEN she dies,” Corvin interjected, “then simply come to me again, and maybe we can work out a new deal. However, I won’t promise that it’ll go 100%, it just depends on how strong of a reason you give her to live.” Corvin would say no more about the resurrection, until they were ready to strike that deal later on. However, as he held up his hand to see the orange seal on his hand, Corvin smiled and then watched it disappear from his hand. Their deals had to be a binding contract, and Corvin made sure every deal had one. It ensured trust on both ends.

“Binding spells are my specialty, if I’m being honest,” Corvin admitted, “you could bind a god if you had the right ingredients. But what we have is a binding contract spell. It ensures that we both keep up our ends of our bargains. But for my end of the deal, I just want you to deliver a specific message and lead said person to where he needs to go. Do that, and your end of the bargain shall be completed. Simple as that.” Corvin pulled out a tied up piece of parchment and handed it to the Prince. “The scroll is more for your eyes, but you are not to reveal who sent you, ever. The binding of our deal will prevent that, but you are to find the bounty hunter, Seth, and tell him that interested parties wish to show him where to find what he’s looking for. Tell him that you’ve been instructed by a “friend” to take him to a village. There will be a map that will show you where to go, no matter where you find him.”

Corvin looked at the still-burning ingredients that were used to summon him. Stretching out all fingers of his left hand, he widened the flames and smiled. Their deal had been sealed and the Prince knew what he had to do to become mortal again. Looking back at the ghost in the vampire, he chuckled before walking into the flames, disappearing from sight.

[Draven]

And then he was alone once more in the dark, He held the parchment and necklace in his hand. A swirl of emotions raged inside him. Did he just seal Merry's death sentence? And at what price. All to be whole once more. And now he was Corvin messenger boy. The echo of the pain in his hand was still there.

"Merry," he whispered. "Forgive me my Princess. For I just damned us all."