Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190314165621

(Everyone) “You should probably explain to your friends how blood-manipulation works, Lord De’Sange....” Renwick says with a smirk.

“Blood-Manipulation does not work that way Jorge. Biting him now would be no different than biting a corpse. Blood-Manipulation works off a Vampire’s ability to absorb a person’s life essence. Unless the body is alive and pump blood, there is no life essence to be absorbed and controlled. It is but raw tissue.” Armata looks at Jorge but then to the cadaver.

“Riiiiiight....” Marcus sneers. “Then let’s get this over with.” He then places the soul upon the body’s chest and pushes in. Before Marcus can even pull his away, Renwick flips the switch of the machine. Sparks fly as electricity arks off of the table, the body and Marcus himself. The Wardog cries out in pain as his body is locked in place, his muscles seized.

But then the body, shows it’s no longer just a body. Cerberus’ eyes open and just like Marcus he screams loud enough to wake the dead. For what feels like an eternity to both Renwick let’s the machine run for several more seconds before shutting it down. Marcus let’s go of Cerberus and drops to his knees, smoke rising off of him.

“Holy FUUUUUUUUCK!” He shouts. Just then Cerberus falls off the table, his body taking a moment to gain it’s strength. He lifts his head up and scans over the group, then his eyes become as feral as his wild jagged hair. He then grabs Marcus by the collar at the back of the neck and throws Marcus throw the wall to the right of the group. Marcus crashes through and finds himself free falling several stories, his father following after him.

“I didn’t need the Goddess’ vison to see that happening!” Herja draws her blade, spreads her wings and flies out the freshly made hole in the wall. Meanwhile Cerberus and Marcus crash into the ground, Cerberus using Marcus to break his fall. Cerberus then rises and looks around at the frightened people. His mind taking a second to register his surroundings, as he smells the air, and picks up a familiar scent.

“Tepes.... Pramool.” He growls.