Post by Corvin on Dec 11, 2015 16:51:35 GMT -7
Corvin watched as the physician came in, and then watched Leann come to and suddenly walk away. Raising an eyebrow at her, he watched her walk away and without even asking if she was okay, simply stated, “Don’t go too far, Leann.” Looking back at the Queen as she was carried off, he wondered what it was that made her talk to Leann. It was all so strange as to what had happened. At first, he thought Leann might have tried to attack the Queen the same way she did to Matilda, but it looked more like something from the Queen herself. The revelation that she was an Angel was also a little unsettling. The Vampire King took an Angel for a bride? Corvin thought, and figured that he would keep such information to himself and be silent about the whole ordeal. There was no good at the moment in asking about such things. Even the forces of good had agents of their own at their disposal.
All thoughts on the matter were ceased when Bacchus finally entered. “Bacchus!” Corvin replied casually, “Your timing is impeccable as always.” Corvin then watched Bacchus remove a fang from his pocket and hold it out before speaking again. It was ingenious to say the least. As great as Corvin’s own power was, it was still limited in many ways. Recovering dragon remains on a long-dead world was a type of feat that Corvin could not swing alone, but it was necessary. Whatever Bacchus asked of Corvin in return, the demonic warlock was bound by spell to do. When Bacchus needed him, he would be there to assist. “You did great on your part, Bacchus. Rest assured that all debts will be paid in full in return. Just come to me after today and we will get started on my end of the bargain.”
As Bacchus placed the fang piece on the ground, the rest of the skeletal remains began to grow in place. Momentarily, Corvin was worried about the castle being able to contain the beast’s size, but with an incantation of his own, Corvin was able to shift the bones from dragon to human form. With Vlad’s intrigue now triggered, Corvin looked at the King and smiled before pointing at the remains. “My Lord, the key to victory is within these evil bones,” Corvin explained, “what if I told you that Samael would train our army? That our very enemy will amass the numbers we need for us? What if you found yourself the King of legions of undead beasts? Sylthanis would become unmatched, and you will at long last be king of not just these unholy lands, but Yalanze itself. If we both combined our powers in a resurrection spell that I wrote specifically for this, then we will gain the upper hand this very night!”
If the spell worked, then Nergal would be resurrected as not just a dragon, but something else all together. Neither demon, nor a vampire either. He would become like a plague, infecting millions with his sickness. Resurrection spells were always this tricky. Unless you naturally had the power to restore life, then you had to be extremely specific in your rituals if you wanted to revive the dead, and even then, there is never a guarantee that you would successfully resurrect the person you’re trying to revive. Many wondered why, but to Corvin, he believed that it was because everyone had a path in life. All paths are destined to end and only a select few are ever reconstituted, but when someone tries to go past destiny’s will, then it finds a way to fix what could potentially be a literal universal disaster. As such, many people who are revived are normally revived wrongly in some way. Sometimes a life is claimed in exchange for another to return. Sometimes, the person is brought back, but as they were when they died, even if they were mangled upon death. Nergal was no ordinary being though, not even in supernatural terms. He was once a tyrannical ruler with ties to dark, draconic powers. The type of power that Corvin would sacrifice everything for. It seemed that dragons, or anyone with dragon heritage for that matter, were the only beings capable of using draconic spells. A century ago, Corvin made a fellow witch try and recite a draconic spell. The spell worked, but it also caused the witch to explode like firecracker in a blood-filled balloon. Corvin remembered so fondly because he spent the next week combing bone and cartilage out of his hair. To finally have a being capable of not just the magics of the dragons, but the dark arts to top was an incredible find. One that Corvin was hopeful the King would agree upon.
All thoughts on the matter were ceased when Bacchus finally entered. “Bacchus!” Corvin replied casually, “Your timing is impeccable as always.” Corvin then watched Bacchus remove a fang from his pocket and hold it out before speaking again. It was ingenious to say the least. As great as Corvin’s own power was, it was still limited in many ways. Recovering dragon remains on a long-dead world was a type of feat that Corvin could not swing alone, but it was necessary. Whatever Bacchus asked of Corvin in return, the demonic warlock was bound by spell to do. When Bacchus needed him, he would be there to assist. “You did great on your part, Bacchus. Rest assured that all debts will be paid in full in return. Just come to me after today and we will get started on my end of the bargain.”
As Bacchus placed the fang piece on the ground, the rest of the skeletal remains began to grow in place. Momentarily, Corvin was worried about the castle being able to contain the beast’s size, but with an incantation of his own, Corvin was able to shift the bones from dragon to human form. With Vlad’s intrigue now triggered, Corvin looked at the King and smiled before pointing at the remains. “My Lord, the key to victory is within these evil bones,” Corvin explained, “what if I told you that Samael would train our army? That our very enemy will amass the numbers we need for us? What if you found yourself the King of legions of undead beasts? Sylthanis would become unmatched, and you will at long last be king of not just these unholy lands, but Yalanze itself. If we both combined our powers in a resurrection spell that I wrote specifically for this, then we will gain the upper hand this very night!”
If the spell worked, then Nergal would be resurrected as not just a dragon, but something else all together. Neither demon, nor a vampire either. He would become like a plague, infecting millions with his sickness. Resurrection spells were always this tricky. Unless you naturally had the power to restore life, then you had to be extremely specific in your rituals if you wanted to revive the dead, and even then, there is never a guarantee that you would successfully resurrect the person you’re trying to revive. Many wondered why, but to Corvin, he believed that it was because everyone had a path in life. All paths are destined to end and only a select few are ever reconstituted, but when someone tries to go past destiny’s will, then it finds a way to fix what could potentially be a literal universal disaster. As such, many people who are revived are normally revived wrongly in some way. Sometimes a life is claimed in exchange for another to return. Sometimes, the person is brought back, but as they were when they died, even if they were mangled upon death. Nergal was no ordinary being though, not even in supernatural terms. He was once a tyrannical ruler with ties to dark, draconic powers. The type of power that Corvin would sacrifice everything for. It seemed that dragons, or anyone with dragon heritage for that matter, were the only beings capable of using draconic spells. A century ago, Corvin made a fellow witch try and recite a draconic spell. The spell worked, but it also caused the witch to explode like firecracker in a blood-filled balloon. Corvin remembered so fondly because he spent the next week combing bone and cartilage out of his hair. To finally have a being capable of not just the magics of the dragons, but the dark arts to top was an incredible find. One that Corvin was hopeful the King would agree upon.
