"Oh you already had it." Nekhlior murmured hugging the book to his chest.
He looked around the room confused by the strange people he didn't recognise in the room.
Also his tower looked odd...
"You damned fool, you weak willed simpleton." sneered a familiar voice from the bottom of the bed.
Nekhlior looked to the bottom of his bed, fear lancing through him, and saw his brother V'azrin standing with a look of disgust.
That was impossible...Lesa had killed him.
"Yes I'm dead...perhaps through some anomaly at my death I was trapped in the spirit realm where only a childe of our father can see...or more likely I'm just another of the many delusions your feeble mind has conjured up." the shade sneered.
He was right...Nekhlior had been seeing false figures and images for centuries now but more frequently since the battle of Nagash accompanied by stronger periods of confusion.
The necrarchs mind stabilised as he recalled everything and for a moment his vision blurred.
After-effects from the wound that Nagash dealt me? Or a side-effect of the strength of Necromancy fading. he wondered, both possible, the damage the attack had done had been severe and Nekhlior's reliance on the Necromantic was great even for the simple task of remaining animated.
But which one was the cause? Both? Neither?
If necromancy fails I will be amongst the first to fall. he told himself
When his vision cleared the shade of his brother was gone.
Nekhlior looked around, his mind whole again, and attempted to stand.
Hissing at his own weakness he finally managed to stand, leaning heavily on his staff.
Nekhlior's gaze landed on the prisoners, the Necrarch rarely fed anymore but he had to regather his strength.
Making his way to the captured human he dropped his staff and without waiting hurled himself at one, a tall well built male, and tore into his throat draining the mortal dry.
Unlike most vampires Nekhlior could not make his bite pleasurable indeed it was extremely painful.
Once finished he grinned dropping the corpse ,his eyes burning with intense dark flames, and turned to a second human, a female this time, he grabbed her pulling her close.
Nekhlior gloried in the fear the human stared at him with.
Swiftly he bit her throat drinking more slowly this time, enjoying the experience.
It never occurred to him that his actions might disgust others.
He was a vampire, why hide his true nature?
He looked around the room confused by the strange people he didn't recognise in the room.
Also his tower looked odd...
"You damned fool, you weak willed simpleton." sneered a familiar voice from the bottom of the bed.
Nekhlior looked to the bottom of his bed, fear lancing through him, and saw his brother V'azrin standing with a look of disgust.
That was impossible...Lesa had killed him.
"Yes I'm dead...perhaps through some anomaly at my death I was trapped in the spirit realm where only a childe of our father can see...or more likely I'm just another of the many delusions your feeble mind has conjured up." the shade sneered.
He was right...Nekhlior had been seeing false figures and images for centuries now but more frequently since the battle of Nagash accompanied by stronger periods of confusion.
The necrarchs mind stabilised as he recalled everything and for a moment his vision blurred.
After-effects from the wound that Nagash dealt me? Or a side-effect of the strength of Necromancy fading. he wondered, both possible, the damage the attack had done had been severe and Nekhlior's reliance on the Necromantic was great even for the simple task of remaining animated.
But which one was the cause? Both? Neither?
If necromancy fails I will be amongst the first to fall. he told himself
When his vision cleared the shade of his brother was gone.
Nekhlior looked around, his mind whole again, and attempted to stand.
Hissing at his own weakness he finally managed to stand, leaning heavily on his staff.
Nekhlior's gaze landed on the prisoners, the Necrarch rarely fed anymore but he had to regather his strength.
Making his way to the captured human he dropped his staff and without waiting hurled himself at one, a tall well built male, and tore into his throat draining the mortal dry.
Unlike most vampires Nekhlior could not make his bite pleasurable indeed it was extremely painful.
Once finished he grinned dropping the corpse ,his eyes burning with intense dark flames, and turned to a second human, a female this time, he grabbed her pulling her close.
Nekhlior gloried in the fear the human stared at him with.
Swiftly he bit her throat drinking more slowly this time, enjoying the experience.
It never occurred to him that his actions might disgust others.
He was a vampire, why hide his true nature?