Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-26288702-20170117041942

Armata reaches out and plucks the shard from the cocoon without the slightest hint of reluctance. He examines it, switching it from side to side in his hand. His gaze becomes sarcastic as he's sees nothing in it, until his reflection shows. He pauses, then he remains perfectly still as his eyes are drawn to his own in the reflection. The image of himself changes and morph into a small girl. A tiny thing of pale skin and tired eyes, before it then violently shifts into a salivating giant of a monster.

Within that moment, Armata looks up to Anansin and Cyndwella, they are gone. Instead, through his eyes, he is looking upon a dark alley. The rain falls heavily as he sits in a makeshift shelter of discarded wood and other worthless material. Quickly Armata realizes he is not in control of his actions, it's as if he is watching a scene unfold from the eyes of someone else.

Armata:{Emelia...} He thinks to himself.

Suddenly, horse hooves can be heard against cobblestone alongside the downpour. Armata watches through Emelia's eyes as she peers out of her makeshift shelter into the alley. As she investigates the noise, a carriage comes into view. 4 pitch black horses pull the ominous looking wagon, they stamp and neigh loudly as the driver pulls on the reigns, stopping them just shy of the alleyway. 4 torches on the 4 corners of the carriage burn a sinister dark red flame unlike any Emelia had ever seen, but the flame was all too familiar to Armata.

The carriage door opens and a tiny, hideous looking man steps out. His foul giggling resounds throughout the alley as he approaches the makeshift shelter. Emelia pulls herself back into the shelter and huddles up into a ball as tight as she can. She watches helplessly as the boots of the monstrous individual stop at the opening of the shelter. Slowly, the heinous Imp of a man kneels down and looks into the shelter.

Little Man:"Oh my, what a fine specimen you are. You will do nicely for my research, yes I will look forward to your, hehehehehe, examinations." He waves his fingers at her.

He quickly rises up and snaps his fingers.

Little Man:"Come here you louts! We're taking this one!"

2 more men in dark highwaymen coats emerge form the carriage and briskly walk over to Emelia's shelter. With no effort they rip apart the homeless girl's only refuge and forcefully grab her by each arm. She does her best to resist and protest her captures, but it is no use. Her frail, malnourished body is no match to these 2 bulky thugs.

Little Man:"Quickly! Quickly, Quickly! It is a long way from here to Castle Nemuritor!" __________________________________________________________________

Like a hurricane, Armata's mind and vision is flooded with images and screams of a small girl suffering nameless tortures that almost make even The Vampire lord vomit. Armata holds fast and continues to watch, despite the growing weakness in his legs. He clenches his fist and grits his teeth as the images turn from torturous experimentations, to the deranged perversions of the Little Man. A single moment stands out as Armata witnesses the figure of the little maniac on top of Emelia. Her hand tied, mouthed gagged and her body at his mercy. Armata covers his eyes and roars while pulling away from the site.

He breaths heavily, almost losing consciousness. His eyes remain shut as he tries to regain his mind, but he opens his eyes willingly when he hears a familiar voice, a voice that now brings him agony. He dives into one last memory.

Little Man:"My Lord De'Sange, I was not expecting you this evening!? Is there something wrong?" The vial little cretin nervously fidgets.

Armata sees himself through Emelia's eyes, she is looking at him from a surgical bed, her body restrained and dirty tools caked in blood line the bed. Armata says nothing to the Little Man, he just scans the laboratory, as if looking for something or someone.

Armata:"Be wary, The Mutt is storming the castle. We're trying to locate him..."

Little Man:"Let the fool come, he and his band of soldiers, who ever they are, can not penetrate this castle!"

Armata:"He's alone and already through the outer wall. He's somewhere in the inner sanctum."

Little Man:"One man!? That's impossible!"

Armata:"Not a man, a beast, a wardog, a destroyer..." Armata is cut of as Emelia squeaks out a pitifully weak cry for help.

Emelia:"H-help m-me, p-p-please. Help me." Her eyes well up with tears. The Vampire says nothing back, he walks up to the bedside and scans the small child.

Armata:"Who is this human child?"

Little Man:"No one my Lord! Just some vermin I picked off the streets for my research into the Titan corpse." He nervously fidgest more.

Armata:"... Very well, go about your business. I'll see to it The Mutt does not disturb you."

With all the emotion of a machine, Armata leaves the child alone with this foul excuse of a man, who gazes upon her with savage rage.

Little Man:"You. Little. Bitch. It's time you learned, to abandon, all, hope."

The memory cuts out and Armata finds himself back in Cyndwella's room, but he does not speak. He clutches his face with one hand while the his other hand digs into the floor. His teeth are grit tight as drool dribbles down his chin.

Armata:"I... I should have let Hound, get to you that day...