The Candleverse

6 - ???

He doesn't know how, but he can feel his consciousness coming together and taking shape. He can feel it as his essence moves and churns, moving like a snail up and up.

He knows that things did not go as planned, and so now, here he is, crawling in the form of spiritual essence.

Fury and pain engulf him as he starts to take shape. He cannot maintain a shape for long, but he knows he must if his plans for revenge are going to work. He cannot take the form of what mortals most fear, as his strength is waning.

Frustrated, he rises, his form appearing as a ball of amorphous blood glowing faintly purple, and starts to take the shape of a person. He doesn't even know who this person is, but soon, he has transformed into a ghostly figure.

He looks down at his pale and shaking hands, scarred and calloused from years of fighting. Looking down, he's taken on the generic appearance of a teenager.

Whatever, he thinks.

Then he turns around to see where they died. Where one is blood-soaked, one has no blood whatsoever on him. They are both long dead.

A sadistic smile crosses his face.

"Soon," he says.