IV
Power pulsing through his veins. Each life Rekooni stole added to his ability, each life he stole added to his purpose.
Added to his smirk.
After kicking the child he knew as Walter from his feet he commanded the officials to surrender to him or die. A simple choice. Anyone with their head on their shoulders would know to surrender to save their own lives. Most here didn't. He remembered one. A rather fat man, with wrists the size of his midsection. He walked forward demanding who this “Rekooni” was and why they should surrender. He was an excellent demonstration of his abilities. At first the fat man stood there. Face turning purple as he tried to breath in air. But what they didn't know what that Rekooni removed the air from around the man. The fear expressed in the eyes of all the officials as they watched a man suffocate to death standing before them. That fear excited Rekooni. That fear ignited his lust for blood.
After that exquisite piece of magic Rekooni became lost in his own blood lust. With simple thoughts he was able to project chairs across the room at his guests, shatter opal pedestals that held up the high arced ceiling. Unleashing blast after blast. He ripped some officials in two. Others weren't so lucky, he still heard their screams as he saw them holding their arms, legs or in some cases, their insides. As if losing these pieces meant death.
“Such fools!” He announced walking through his garden of dead, dying and punished.
Gazing from left to right, a smile grew on his lips, exposing his tongue sticking through his teeth, as if he was trying to taste the blood in the very air. Trying to taste the fear. He stopped by a woman, half covered by a piece of opal. He saw how a shard had ripped through her midsection from left to right, leaving her insides in a heap, filling the space between the floor and her body. He bent inspecting the corpse.
His head cocked and a grin appeared, “Why hello Jennifer. So nice to see you.”
He put his finger in the opening on her left.
“I must confess. I didn't mean to scare you...” he licked the finger. “That much”
He chuckled as he took in her life blood, the force behind this wretched being; a worthless being.
“Hmm maybe you aren't so worthless after all, do I taste a hint of magic in your blood...”
He stopped and gazed upon her. Lifting his left hand only slightly the opal launched from her directly to the ceiling before bursting into thousands of tiny shards. Leaving the corpse exposed he saw a blank stare from her eyes. But he knew what she was actually looking at.
The Underworld.
Ripping the clothes from his body, he stood before her naked, the cool air stood the hair on his arms and legs on end, his nipples were erect from the temperature. His heart raced and his breathing quickened. Without thinking, his hands reached for his back, as he unleashed pure energy into the creature trapped in his skin. The ground began to rumble, cups and plates shattered as they fell from the unaffected area around the doorway. Windows burst from the shockwaves sourced from this creature. His skin began to rip down his spine, first in the middle then evenly both up and down. With only the white of his eyes still exposed he began to chant as the dark inky blue liquid seeped from the wound. Ripping slowly at first beside the crevice on his back, gaining momentum as more liquid poured from his gash. it dripped off of him and fell into a crack in the marble, at first merely collecting as a pool but then the strangest thing happened. It traveled up the piece of marble that lay beside Jennifer's corpse. As if drawn to the body, by a hunger.
“Consume her magic my child. Bring me her power. Give me her soul and I shall let you take the skies as you did in our other life.” Rekooni whispered to his creature.
The liquid attacked the hole in her abdomen. Oozing, filling , consuming and absorbing her body into the liquid form that engulfed her. Moments later all that was left was the pool of blue ink, even the bones we gone.
“Someone was hungry for a witch.” He smiled before laying his open palm into the form. It's slithered its way back up his arm and over his shoulder before diving into the wound and returning home.
Almost instantly he felt her power within him, at first it felt as if a thunderstorm raged within his insides. As if her magic fought against him, not wanting to become one with something so evil. It seemed that even in death, one lives one through their soul.
“Always have trouble with the witches, but the reward is worth the work” he mumbled eyes closed, fists clenched, abdomen flexed.
Finally his eyes opened, as if to a whole new world, with possibilities limitless. Being from the Underworld, he was aware and used to the ability to remove from existence anything he wanted, at a mean though. But now, he would be able to also effect that these fools perceived as time. He laughed for what seemed an eternity.