Bloodlines of the Damned

Awakening the Blood Field

The grand chamber of House Erebus had always been a place of dark power, steeped in centuries of history. But tonight, it felt different. The very air hummed with energy, crackling like static before a storm. Vane stood at the center, his body thrumming with a power he had never fully understood until now. Lyra stood by his side, her presence like a steadying force, but even she could feel the immense power swirling around them.

Alastair and Jareth stood across the room, their eyes narrowing in disbelief as Vane's power continued to grow.

POV: Vane's perspective

Vane's heart pounded in his chest. His body felt like it was about to explode—power surged through his veins, dark and ancient, like a tidal wave crashing against the shore. The raw, uncontained magic was screaming inside him, and for the first time, he didn't try to stop it.

I can't stop it anymore, he thought, panic bubbling under the surface. But even in the chaos, there was something else—a cold calm at the core of him. Something... familiar.

He felt it before, a memory buried deep within him. Something his mother had warned him about as a child. The Blood Field.

His breath hitched as the words echoed through his mind. He had never truly understood it, never really grasped the full weight of what it meant to have the Blood Field inside him. But now... now he felt its presence, thrumming in the deepest corners of his being, awakening.

"Vane," Lyra whispered, gripping his arm tighter, her voice laced with concern. "What's happening? You're—"

"I don't know," he muttered, struggling to catch his breath. He was terrified, but there was no turning back now. "I don't understand... but it's here."

Alastair's voice cut through the tension, sharp and mocking. "What's this now, Vane? Finally embracing your true nature?"

Vane didn't answer. Instead, his body moved instinctively, his hands rising into the air. And then, without warning, a dark crimson energy erupted from his skin, swirling around him like a living thing, filling the room with a strange, suffocating pressure.

The Blood Field.

The walls seemed to shudder as the energy expanded, a chaotic storm of power. Red tendrils of magic whipped through the air like serpents, cutting through the space with a deadly grace.

POV: Lyra's perspective

Lyra gasped, her eyes wide with fear and awe as the room seemed to fold under the pressure of Vane's power. The Blood Field was... unlike anything she had ever seen. The magic was so old, so ancient, it felt as though it belonged to another world entirely.

Her hand trembled in her grip on Vane's arm, but she refused to let go. She had to stay close.

"Vane... you need to control it!" she cried, her voice breaking through the chaos of magic that surrounded them.

But Vane was beyond hearing her. His eyes were wild, glowing with the crimson light of the Blood Field. He seemed consumed by it, his body no longer his own. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between the man he was and the power inside him that threatened to take everything from him.

POV: Alastair's perspective

Alastair stood frozen for a moment, his mouth slightly agape as the red magic swirled around Vane. He had expected many things. He had expected rebellion, defiance, perhaps even a display of strength. But this... this was far beyond anything he could have predicted.

"What is this?" Alastair's voice was filled with disbelief, the arrogance that had always defined him suddenly faltering. "How are you... how can you use the Blood Field? It hasn't been seen in over three thousand years!"