Forged In Wrath

I stared out into the inky black void, it stared back.
It was dark, it was lonely, it was….warm?

I gained feeling in my eyelids after a few moments.
I opened them in an attempt to look upon my surroundings, but that caused me to quickly close them from a bright light that made my eyes feel like they were burning.
I let out a small grunt from the assault on my eyes, but that only led to a dry spiking pain spreading through my throat.
*Fuck me, it feels like someone shoved a knife through my-*
I widen my eyes in worrying realization, then I close them again, cursing myself for not learning my lesson the first time.
*GAH!....Fucking twat…*
After the annoying pain in my eyes died down, I think back to the last memory I had. I was in Dracula’s arms, a knife in my chest, and my body badly burned. I was clutching onto his cloak and then….
*...am i…..dead?*
It was a reasonable question to ask, albeit grim. The thought of having died a human sickened me, was i really dead? Is this hell?
I slowly open my eyes to adjust to the light that once pierced my eyes. When I was finally able to open my eyes, everything around me was a bit blurry, like I was looking through a murky glass of water. I blink a few more times to shake away the daze, and finally take a look at my surroundings.
*its…a wall? No wait, scratch that*
I look over to my left a bit and see the doors to the castle control room.
*So I'm still in Dracula’s castle, does that still mean I'm dead? Am I just a lost spirit doomed to haunt this castle forevermore?*
I tried to look around more, but it was a bit difficult without being able to turn my head…or move.
I couldn't feel any part of my body, I tried to move my toes, only to come to the conclusion that they weren't there at the moment.
*that's just fan-fucking-tastic*
I couldn't move
*Am I really just stuck in here for eternity? Gods i hope not, i'd rather not have to stare at a torch lit hallway forever. Will Dracula know that I'm still here? This is starting to get annoying already, gods this wall im laying on is killing my bac- *
I pause my train of thought for a second, I could feel?
Focusing in, I double check to make sure I'm not just feeling some phantom sense or something.
*...huh…i can definitely feel the wall*
In fact, the more I focused, the more I realized I was gaining feeling throughout my body.
I still couldn't feel my toes though.

Once I regain feeling in my neck, I tilt it around a few times, eliciting some satisfying cracks and pops.
*gods that feels good*
I think for a moment, processing this new information for a moment.
*So am I still alive?*
It certainly didn't feel like it, I could feel my body yes, but my chest burned where I assumed my spiritual core would be, my head felt light, it started getting lighter actually. I could feel my vision blur for a second-
*oh fuck, breath you dumb shit!*
I loudly gasped in an abundance of air, my throat screaming in protest, it was still stinging in pain. I let out a few small coughs, causing the pain in my throat to grow.
*damn that smarts. Guess this means i'm still alive*
I moved my head to look around the room for a bit until my eyes landed on something that made me feel cold. My burnt mangled body.
*or not*
When feeling is finally fully returned to my body, I stretch out my arm in an attempt to reach towards my mangled husk, but stop. When I looked at my arm, I had been expecting to see a human hand, but instead I was met with a furry appendage that ended in three clawed fingers.
I stare at it before I let out a well put together response.
“....What the actual fuck?”
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Two Hours Ago:
Dracula watched in well hidden anguish as Abrem’s body went limp. He seemed to contemplate something for a moment. He still needed all of his forgemasters, and to be a forgemaster, Abrem needs to be human.
Then again, Abrem’s soul only really needed to be human. He did remember a certain spell from an old traveling forgemaster he met many many centuries ago that could technically save Abrem from death, as well as allow him to keep his abilities.
“isaac “ he called to the forgemaster who stood but a few feet away from him
“Yes my liege?” he said, trying to keep the pain out of his voice. He would never admit it, but he started to care for Abrem and Hector, but now, having found out that Hector really betrayed them (which he had been suspicious of, but never to the point to where he would confront Hector or Dracula about it), but that he had also stabbed Abrem to escape.
Dracula noticed the pain in Isaac’s voice, and gave him a small look of pity.
“Come, we need to act quickly if we want to save him” he commanded, using his magic to pull the closest corpse towards them with his telekinesis, a minotaur corpse with a gash in its throat.
“Seal any wounds that may have ended up fatal on this night creature”
Isaac was confused, but did as he was told. Unsheathing his dagger, he poured his manna into the blade, causing it to glow red once more. He lightly put the tip of the blade to the far left of the gash on the minotaurs throat.
dragging it along slowly, the wound began to heal.
He kept dragging the tip of the dagger across the minotaurs throat, ever so slowly, barely touching its skin.

When the gash had finally been sealed shut, Isaac examined the rest of the body, checking for any other fatal injuries.
Besides a few broken ribs (which he quickly mended), the night creatures body was in perfect condition, besides being dead that is.
“It is done Dracula”
The prince of darkness gave a small nod.
“Thank you, Isaac, may I see your dagger?” Without hesitation Isaac gave his prized possession to Dracula.

Dracula then placed it between Abrem’s limp form and the deceased minotaur.
He then opened the minotaurs mouth and using his nail, he carved a strange spell circle onto the roof of its mouth, then drew the same symbol on Abrem’s chest, right over his heart.
“Now” he set Abrem down on the floor and turned to Isaac.
“I need you to start pouring mana into your tool”
Isaac nodded and crouched down between the two bodies, he reached out and touched his dagger. Pouring mana into it, the blade grew a red aura that quickly surrounded him, Dracula, and the two bodies.
Dracula moved in between the bodies and made a small cut on his hand, he clenched hs fist and blood began to drip from his hand onto the blade, making the glowing aura around them swirl like a vortex.
Lowering his freshly healed hand down beside him, he spoke an incantation.

“spiraculum vitae…” the vortex spun faster.
“-folliculum hoc desere…” the glowing red vortex turned into a glowing red tornado.
“-hoc vas in aeternum ingredere…” the once gentle glow that emanated from the vortex grew brighter.
“-usque ad mortem…” the vortex of mana around them grew to be as fast as a hurricane and as bright as a flame, shaking the ground under them.

Dracula looked to Abrem sadly, wondering if this was actually the best thing he could do for him now, but looking at the burnt mangled body of his friend, his mind was set
“-divide`” a large red flash of light encompassed the hallway, blinding everyone who was present.
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Bonus Chapter:
Alucard, Sypha, and Trever have looks of confusion plastered on their faces from the large flash of red light that came from the window by the control room. It was silent for a moment until Trevor broke the silence with an ever so elegant response.
"...what the fuck just happened?"