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The dark magic swirled and rolled, a fearsome sight in the skies as it drifted back to the one place it felt at home. A deep chamber carved into the heart of the darkest mountains. Slowly the magic crept through the cracks in the stones, seeping into the interior like misty water till it was home once more. Gradually it shifted, becoming more solid and human like as the form rolled and changed. First legs forming, then arms, a head and torso following behind as it became solid, more physical. Angelo opened his dark eyes, a feral grimace forming on his lips once more at the sight of the hated chamber, and pulled the arrow from his chest with one quick pluck. Black blood dripped from the weapon onto the floor, the gash in his chest sealing itself without further incident as he inspected the weapon with casual interest..
“Hmm... it seems that Lady Kyri hasn’t learned everything yet, or she wouldn’t have left this behind.” He murmured, snapping the arrow in half along the wooden shaft as a fine powder of golden dust trickled down onto the hard stone floor. The remains of leftover light magic.
“Well done, my son.” A sickeningly sweet female voice whispered into his ear, a half-formed hand of the dark mist coming to trail alongside his jaw as the dark mist suspended the golden dust into the air. “You brought me what I asked for.”
“Of course, Mother. I am loyal to you and you only.” He bowed deeply, his hand folded over his waist as a shadow wrapped form appeared before him. The queen Maribelle herself in all her glory, her lovely features stone faced with cool indifference as she captured the light magic in a single vial.
“I will have my revenge yet.” She whispered to no one, holding the light filled vial in the palm of her hand.