One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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Never forget who thou are. For it will be who you remain until you come before me.
Book of Earoni 1423:34
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Lars drank deeply and willingly, the primal urges within him rejoicing at the taste of warm blood coating his parched throat and sliding down his esophagus. In a stark contrast, his thoughts focused on the revulsion of needing to feed in such a way. Lars's mind fought to force his body to gag, wanting to expel the viscous fluid. But his body's cravings overrode the urge.
He had long foregone this ritual in an attempt to hold on to the last shreds of his humanity.
Consuming Cassandra's life force with eager greediness, Lars felt as though he was loosing himself. But the powerful energies linked to forces beyond the mortal realm insisted he continue. With the Blood Bond they shared, he'd always skirted around the edges of the true strength within her. Now he realized exactly what he had been missing out on all these years. And he wondered if, had he known, could he have resisted?
Surging blood touched by the hands of gods pounded through Lars's veins. Fangs imbedded in Cassandra's neck pumped renewed and long dormant vitality into him, reminding the Blood Lord of how he once freely fed in such a manner he had since deemed as abominable.
The young woman unresponsive and hanging limp in his arms was already dead. But, despite that, blood remained to be drawn from within her. Lars had to be certain to consume every last drop.
If he failed to do so, she would share in his curse and soon rise from the grave, seeking to feed upon the living as he did now. Her dying wish was for that not to happen. And he, wanting to never set more like himself loose upon the world and so cursed, would fulfill it.
Even as he remembered how Cassandra once inquired of him about the possibility of her sharing his curse.
While Lars finished his appalling task, he dared not look away from Carmon Dagarth. The elder Blood Lord recovered from his wounds at an astonishing rate, rising just as Lars withdrew the last drop of blood.
