Gomez felt blood swell in his stomach pushing up into his esophagus. His vision started to blur, but he could easily make out who it was that stabbed him. His grand-daughter’s killer, with the same smirk on his face Sam had brought out of Gomez’ mind. Gomez’ stinger whipped forward, the attacker snatched it in his hand.
“Still strong enough for that? I am impressed.” He slowly dragged his sword from the hilt with his free hand, Gomez’ blood still fresh on it, dried blood covering the rest of it. “Elizabeth here should have killed you in moments. Your blood purity must have saved you from a quick death.” He flicked the sword with his wrist, severing Gomez’ stinger.
Gomez let out a deep sigh, blood filled his mouth. Losing what was left of his strength he fell to the side, losing consciousness as his head hit the concrete.
His eyes opened, he was back on his feet. The pain in his back and the blood in his lungs were gone. He was still in the warehouse, his body was at his feet.
“Ug…” He tried to speak but air no longer passed into or out of him.
“Be calm my child, you will learn to speak again in time.” A soothing voice spoke to him
“Huh?” He managed to say some how.
“See you’re already getting there.” He noticed that the Vampyres were still here. “Do not worry, they cannot see you.”
“Reaper?” He was able to whisper.
“Much more than that.” The Vampyres spoke but he only heard quiet murmuring. “You could hear them if you wanted to, but it wouldn’t do you much good. You cannot get revenge from here.”
“Death?” He heard the Vampyre say.
“Damn it.” The voice became harsh.
“You would come for this creature? I can feel you here, come out.”
A figure appeared out of smoke, a woman in a blood stained wedding dress.
“He is still one of my children, one of the purest of the races.”
“You are too sentimental Death, we are the only pure race that you need. The greatest children of Cain.”
“Of course. But I am not one to send a servant to fetch an idol. Like you did with the Jar.”
“Begone with you then, we will talk at the mansion.” The figure disappeared with another puff of smoke.
“Miserable puppet.” The voice returned “Come Gomez, your grand-daughter awaits.”
“… place the stick right there. Perfect, now step back.” Whiskey did exactly as David directed. Isaac stood against the wall just watching.
“Give it a moment.”
“You’ve forgotten something.” Isaac muttered under his breath.
“What did I forget?” Whiskey stepped even further back, knowing that an incorrect spell can have bad consequences.
“He’s winding you up, the only thing it might be missing is energy. Normally everyone has enough overflowing energy to power such a spell. It would seem that you don’t but that’s okay too, it’s probably because you were just handling an active wand.”
“So what do I do about it?”
“Put your arm out, face your palm towards the center of the ritual circle.” She did as she was told. “Now focus on something that flares on your emotions. A memory, a person, a place anything that really gets to you. It doesn’t matter what it is, Anger, Love, Sadness or all of the above.”
“I’m thinking… about something.” She held back the tears, thinking about when the nurse told her about her mother.
“Something stronger!” She thought about about the piece of paper with her inheritance on it, she clenched her free hand. “Now think about that wand.”
Whiskey opened her eyes, the ritual circle was gone. The components she had laid out were also gone. Only a wand remained, it was extremely similar to the one she had held before. This one was distinctly hers though, she had chosen a branch that could be held in a way that she could pretend it was a handgun.
David walked over and picked up the wand. “This is a fine specimen, definitely not bad, especially for your first artifact creation.”
“How exactly could I mess that up? I was just putting items in a circle.”
“It’s about the thoughts that went into it.” Isaac piped in. “That’s why we had you choose every part of it and not just tell you to put something together.”
“Artifacts require true mental effort, you can’t mass produce these, every single one must have your attention. And the quality of each is directly representative of how much thought goes into them.” After clarifying David handed Whiskey her wand.
“… what do I do with it?”
“Focus your soul energy into whatever you want. From an extendable hand to fire balls, from lightning whips to faux animals.” Whiskey threw the wand up and caught it to be the gun shape she wanted. She spun on her heel, putting her other hand on top of the wand. A small ball of light flew out of the wand without a sound, smashing a cup resting on the nearby bench.
“That was awesome!” Whiskey jumped up in success, and slumped onto the floor. “…uh, why can’t I move.”
“You are not nearly trained or powerful enough to do something like that without using all of your energy.”