Blood Master

18. Blood oath removal

The knife in my chest doesn't hurt as much as the glass I impaled myself with the other night. But it is still enough to make my eyes water. I refuse to cry though, instead fix my hateful glare on Cyrus and his glowing eyes. "What are you doing?" I cough out.

"Just lay still Sienna. Believe me. This is necessary."

Necessary my ass, I was a about to say, but the moment my blood hits the stone, the temple around me shines an almost blinding light, red magical energy that emmits such power that the whole place seems to shake. The pillars shine as well, with a white light that carves symbols on the stone. They all pulse and glow, a pure magic that manifests itself in the temple. The light flos from the walls to the floor all the way to the stone in which I lay. It starts warm and gentle, and as it envelopes me, it fades away, leaving no trace of the wound behind.

"The Corpus were a lot more profficient than I thought."Cyrus says. "It doesn't matter"

And so he stabs me again. And again. And again. He stabs me until every limb in my body is covered in blood, and those blind eyes of him sport drops of my blood in their corners. I don't cry, but every stab leaves me breathless and wanting to die. I try to call on my magic, to stop this madness, but Cyrus has such tight control in my mind, that I am unable to acces the part of me that is connected to the magic.

But that was just a game compared to what he does next.

He pours magic from himslef into the temple, overriding the red that used to cover the walls, instead filling it with his blue aura. Magic so powerful that it seems to flow out of him and into the temple, fueling it even more. As he creates more oppennings in my body, the Corpus' magic heals some of them, but is unable to keep up with Cyrus' bloody pace. And there comes a moment when there is so much energy in here that the temple just stays still, buzzing with magical energy and unsure of what to do. Like an entity without its maker.

And then it just explodes.

I am no longer shackled to the stone; I feel my hair flow under me as my body starts floating. The wave of magic hits me completely. A ray of magic hits the amulet haging on my neck, effectively breaking it and giving me back my real appereance. Other rays follow, and each and every one of my wounds agravated by the magical blast that comes from the walls, all of them directed at me. The pain is so great that I have to scream. I scream and scream as the magic feeds into me. Tearing at the restraints of my human flesh, heading first for the openned wounds Cyrus created, but then deciding to make its own. Light like no other seeps from my body, replacing the human blood, transfroming me in a floating vessel of pure magic.

So I keep on screaming. And I cry. I curse at every man, woman and child that crosses my mind. I curse at Cyrus, and at myself, for ever believing he had any intentions to help me. I curse at Issaiah, for being friends with this horrible old man. I curse at Kiara, for leaving me behind, for being dead when that is all I want.

But then it just stops.

The magic stops. So does everything around me. I can't move my body, but I can bearly see Cyrus beneath me, his hand covering his blind eyes, cowering next to the stone table. I look around, as much as I can, and I see blood floating with me, giving me cover in this assault. And I realise that even in this state, when I look at it, all I want to do is taste it in my mouth. Somehow, I am thankfull I can't move myself.

And then it starts.

First slowly, but then at a rapid pace, the magic leaves me, dissipating into the air around me, creating a magical bubble than envelopes me and keeps me inside this weird trance. My blood returns to me, and as it fills me, the wound start closing, taking away the pain. The bubble of magic flows around me, creating some sort of magical storm, allowing me to see things in its surface.