Azrael's domination (part one)
Together the two of us sprint out of the room, both fully aware that time is of the essence, and lives could be on the line. With the newfound strength of my body, and the slight lengthening of my limbs, I find that making my way through the long hallways is not as tiresome as it used to be. In fact, it is rather easy- sprinting down empty corridors at high speeds, no longer having to be conscious of running into any snarling vampires or panicking butlers making their usual rounds around the palace. Perhaps it may also be down to the anger that spills through my body that makes traversing that much quicker: a rage that gnaws at my insides like a dog at a tether. With each footfall, sparks flare, shadows springing into existence as the light that exudes from my body pushes outwards, swamping the hallways in an eerie golden glow, shimmering with the promise of violence.
As soon as I find Azrael, I am going to kill him. Soul or not.