09-28-2013, 04:37 PM
[Joey isn't going to be able to post again until late tonight, so he spoilered me on the next part of the trial so that we could keep moving, so, uh, here goes.]
William may not be a survivor yet, but he will make it through this night. He will fight through fire and flesh, he will snap free of his mortal ties, and he will rise as True Sabbat.
The fire licks at him, just inside that alcove. And it burns inside of him. The Beast wraps itself around his brain, and it is Shaitan who barrels through those bars of flesh, bones of innocent kine cracking and splitting, skin and muscle tearing free with a wet tearing crackle. Perhaps they scream, those kine pulled from the waterfall, ripped from bliss to end their lives in brutal, fiery torment.
And all the while Vee watches, the end of that rod held to a fire as Shaitan does as William was asked. He finds the fire in his blood. He has used it to break the chains that held him back. And he goes to stand beside his Sire.
But first...
Ioana turns to Vee, and with a look the Sire knows what is to be done next. Vee's head angles while cool blue eyes survey the Cardinal. Then, oh so slightly, the corners of lips shaped to a perfect fullness quirk upward.
William-Shaitan bursts free of the alcove and finds his Sire waiting for him. Rod lifted, the brand at its end white hot and ready. With flawless precision, Vee places the end of that brand to William's forehead. The fire sears and burns and melts into that soft undead skin.
William may not be a survivor yet, but he will make it through this night. He will fight through fire and flesh, he will snap free of his mortal ties, and he will rise as True Sabbat.
The fire licks at him, just inside that alcove. And it burns inside of him. The Beast wraps itself around his brain, and it is Shaitan who barrels through those bars of flesh, bones of innocent kine cracking and splitting, skin and muscle tearing free with a wet tearing crackle. Perhaps they scream, those kine pulled from the waterfall, ripped from bliss to end their lives in brutal, fiery torment.
And all the while Vee watches, the end of that rod held to a fire as Shaitan does as William was asked. He finds the fire in his blood. He has used it to break the chains that held him back. And he goes to stand beside his Sire.
But first...
Ioana turns to Vee, and with a look the Sire knows what is to be done next. Vee's head angles while cool blue eyes survey the Cardinal. Then, oh so slightly, the corners of lips shaped to a perfect fullness quirk upward.
William-Shaitan bursts free of the alcove and finds his Sire waiting for him. Rod lifted, the brand at its end white hot and ready. With flawless precision, Vee places the end of that brand to William's forehead. The fire sears and burns and melts into that soft undead skin.