Splinters from the fading sun spread across the bare stonewalls of the otherwise unlit chamber, now turned tomb, to reveal a sleeping form lost under years of neglect. A form, lost within the light, slowly emerges where the rays quietly speckle through its odic shroud to create a rainbow of dancing colors. The odic light splinters off to create a wash of spectral silhouettes that seem to almost float against every surface within the room as the form slowly moves toward the centre of the room. All that was bright suddenly falls back under the spell of darkness as the door slams to seal the room from the unforgiving world beyond.
A moment and a breath and the silhouette slowly coalesce within the dark shroud, mimicking the form of a man – with the stature of a god. He approaches the bed, where the veils of satin begin to calm after the sudden rush of wind - that had filled the room with fresh air, to replace the stale decay. She lay still, undisturbed and completely transformed from when he had last seen her. To him, she is still the most beautiful woman to grace this earth, regardless of her past, her sire and her inner demon. He has waited a long time to see her again, to hold her and hear her breathing, her soft voice to speak his name. His only hope is that his dates are correct. He did make the effort to see her once and a while, as did her four children. Cat was around, busy with one task or another. Ever since the departure of the Master, Cat has assumed responsibility for the manner and the needs of the serfs. They call Cat Lord now, which always brought a smile to the children. Thinking back, he hasn’t seen them for a while, not the older ones at least. Daemon and Alex were always away on “Safari” with Dante - Whom he has not spoken to for a very long time, despite the new program. Somehow, his Dante Avatars have developed fragments and become rampant - a degenerative, recursive error that he continually failed to diagnose. However, this new Dante Daemon liked, they shared a lot in common and have grown close. He also knew that they would be safe with Star accompanying them, she will keep them in order when they got out of control. So much has changed and he couldn’t wait to tell her.
He sits beside the bed, patiently waiting, breathing quietly into himself - his thoughts drawn to far off places, some memories as others communions. A deep breath and he opens his eyes to look upon the sinews of her face. His eyes tear at the thought of seeing her again as his gaze slowly falls upon her flesh, pulled taut against her skull. He looks upon its leather like texture, dead of life and color. The solid ridges in her forehead become pronounced as the flesh turned scales encrust her hairline, accenting the vine like twigs that will become heavenly, angelic hair, flawless and beautiful. He then looks upon her petrified lips, upon her fangs where they bite into the lower lip - those lips that will soon become moist and alluring, the prison of his fidelity. A solitary tear escapes the inner fold of his left eye. His longing grows. Even with her so near, she is still so far away. He knew of the hunger and that will be taken care of in due time, but for now, she will want to see him, feast upon his presence and his power. He closes his eyes to see her dream, the chaos and horror of her first ascension, but he finds nothing of her thoughts, only of his own. That shroud he cannot break, despite his every effort. For now, she is beyond him.
He breathes and falls asleep beside her, like he had done so many times before over the last 50 years. But tonight, she will rise and walk again, as a goddess.
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