((After thought lost some of Drakus' stories have been found!! Yay!))
It was during the warm summer months Drakus got to leave his mansion home within the great city of Stormwind. These were the days where the pale skinned young boy lived away from the darkness and sadness that blanketed his place of birth. The tall house that stood just on the outskirt of Cathedral Square, there his family had lived since the foundation of the city. Passed on through generations of Prometheo’s, a powerful merchant family that truly only masked its riches through the many merchant bands it claimed ownership over. The reality behind the mask was that the Prometheo’s controlled many aspects of the underworld. Many rogues and thieves answered to Drakus’ father, Aramis Prometheo. Aramis however was no simple rogue or thief. He was a powerful wizard who used his arcane powers to position himself alone as head of house and lord of the manor. The man would maintain the strictest rules within the mansion. During the long winter months Drakus and his younger brother Avelyn would spend most of their days in school or deep in studies. Scrolls of the ages were kept within Prometheo’s home. These scrolls contained ancient tales of wonder and power that were absorbed greatly by Aramis in his youth and Drakus as well. Avelyn sadly did not seem to have the desire to learn the great powers as his eager brother did. The younger Prometheo actually had a talent for business and loved the façade of the mercantile side of the family. So in the summer time while Avelyn was sent away to follow a caravan Drakus remained and went to study under the mages of Stormwind.
Hours were spent freely roaming the streets for Drakus cared little for the lessons of the old men. No, he preferred to spend his time loitering around the Slaughtered Lamb. A tavern that was within the mage quarter but was rarely visited by the mages, this was a place that contained darker clientele. This day Drakus was very excited. The jump he had in his step was notable as he walked briskly through Cathedral Square. So intent on his destination that he barely noted the young woman that nearly barreled into him. She had raven hair as he did with emerald eyes that widened as she swiftly dodged his cloaked form. “Pardon me.” She said in a quiet voice, to which Drakus only scowled and nodded. She was dressed in a ragged squire outfit, light mail armor that had seen better days. Drakus continued on paying no heed to her dwarf companion, a paladin for sure who called out after him. “Ye rude lil runt!” Picking up his pace Drakus entered the mage quarter and slipped inside the Slaughtered Lamb without a single witness. There was the usual hustle and bustle inside. Whispers and hushed conversations, an air of mystery that had so impressed the young man lifted his spirits. Although he was barely into his 16th year, Drakus had already surpassed his peers at the mage tower. The arcane came too naturally to him. It was no wonder that one day when he walked home he felt the pull from the tavern he now sat in.
Drakus remembered that night so well. A whisper in his head to enter, a call he answered without fear. He was the son and heir to a powerful family, what horrible fate waited any who harmed him. He called upon his arcane powers to illuminate his path inside but found that his light was easily swallowed by the shadow. He instead held his wand in his hand, that bright tip of fire worked like a torch as he entered the dark place. It was empty save for the scrawny old barkeep. Yet the whisper again called to him. “Come below…” Ignoring the barkeeps protests Drakus followed down the winding path to the cellars. There he was greeted by the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was dressed in such magnificent robes adorned with bones and purple gems. “Good evening Drakus…” she said in a melodic voice that enthralled the young one at once. Drakus never one to mince words stood up straighter. “How do you know my name?” he asked. The woman only laughed and motioned for him to step closer. “Come now Drakus, you would not think many in this city would not know who you are…and who you are related to?” she said as Drakus obeyed and stood before her. “I heard your call, what do you want of me?” Drakus said bravely, although his eyes darted around the shadowed chambers. Again she laughed and shook her head. “What made you think I called you young one? No…she called you to me.” The woman pointed behind Drakus where a succubus giggled playfully. Drakus gasped as he looked upon the frightful, yet beautiful denizen of the Abyss. He at once began to chant and begin a spell of ice to freeze them both in place. His doctrine as a mage demanded it, yet the succubus blew him a kiss and he found himself fumbling the words of the enchantment. “Drakus, Drakus please…there is no need for that.” The woman said resting a hand on his shoulder. “I have had my eye on you for quite sometime. I have felt your powers echo for a long time. You know you have felt me too, searching and seeking.” Drakus only nodded, still gazing at the succubus. “I offer you the practice of true power, far beyond the limits of the arcane and elemental. A power that can grant you every wish and true dominance.” The woman continued sliding a finger through the young wizard’s hair. “You are far greater then those decrepit old men at the tower. You tinker with other things because the arcane is nothing more then circus tricks…I offer you the ability to harness the infinite power of the Abyss. Follow me Drakus and the Shadow will guide you to greatness!” The young one walked home later in a stupor. He had agreed to go back to the Slaughtered Lamb to learn more. Yes learn more so he could one day be achieve the power he rightfully deserved.
Snapping out of his memory Drakus looked to barkeep and nodded. He then proceeded down to the lower levels. Today Drakus would learn to summon his first minion. An imp to which he had communicated with for nearly a decade. Soon his journey would begin anew. Outside the protected lands of Stormwind and Goldshire…
Time passed almost in a wink, quickly and silently. Drakus had risen in the ranks of the Shadow Council through sheer will and lust for power. Silently he had played his game of intrigue with those around him. Playing the friend to an enemy while aiding an enemy to destroy a friend. Always coming out on top, which is exactly where he wanted to be. Still there was much to learn, and more to gain. All of it a divine game to the young warlock, a never ending challenge for greatness. Drakus had taken his lessons in the dark arts with vigor unparalleled in ages.
This however came at a price. The sun rarely shined in Darkshire which was a blessing to the warlock. These days he had been spending many nights and days here. He had recalled the time he had first summoned his voidwalker minion. It was something he was not ready for they had warned. Controlling the powerful beast was something that a warlock needed great skill for. Drakus had foolishly been careless and had missed one of the bindings needed to shackle the demon to his will. The demon lashed out at Drakus the second he was summoned, cursing the warlock with a powerful spell of darkness. It was a miracle he had survived the encounter, yet through the shadow he managed to finish his binding and the voidwalker submitted to his will. The curse however had left a permanent reminder to the warlock. The light of the world now hurt Drakus tremendously. The morning after the near fatal summoning almost left him blind. The power of the sun had wounded his vision so much he had to retreat back into his dwelling. Luckily for Drakus he had a knack for engineering, and had tinkered deep in his basement workshop a pair of goggles that would protect him. That day he stepped out cautiously, letting his face into the sun slowly. When there was no pain he was confident that his invention worked.
He returned to his mistress and mentor the next afternoon. There was some sort of event happening in Stormwind. Droves of people were heading towards Cathedral Square. Drakus rolled his shielded eyes. Probably another brave soul had died defending the realm. He thought to himself with a snicker. More like another lamb to the slaughter of a decrepit society. Even the Mage Quarter seemed vacant. Drakus entered his mistress’ lair through a channeled portal he summoned. He descended slowly dreading her reaction at his failure. In telling her of his failure and how he was ashamed of not accomplishing the perfect summon she listened as she always did. Not showing any emotion she nodded and walked over to him. “Your powers are great Drakus, but not infinite.” She pulled the goggles off his face then and tossed them onto the floor. “And you will not wear that contraption in my presence ever again!” Drakus only nodded, standing tall and defiant.
“Your lesson for this evening will now have to be altered.” She continued turning around and picking up a book that was on a table next to her. “You now have a weakness that an enemy can exploit. Especially a holy paladin or a godly priest!” Flipping through the dusty book she motioned for Drakus to come to her. “There is no reversing the curse your voidwalker has placed on you. It is a variation of the Eye of Kilrogg, except instead of granting you outward vision it weakens your tolerance to light.” Drakus took his place behind her, his mind wandering momentarily to the desire he felt for this woman before him, the desire to be rid of her. “Your voidwalker is very powerful to have cast it on you. Again an impressive display of your power to have communicated and pulled one into our world.” She complimented him only to continue feeding his ego. In truth she was more concerned with his apparent lack of discipline. To fail in summoning a voidwalker is one thing, but to tinker around in the Abyss searching for long could open the door for denizens far more powerful then a voidwalker to enter the world. The Shadow Council could ill afford attention being brought to it so soon after the Burning Legion’s defeat.
Drakus stood before his mistress eyes open. “This spell will take time to learn, much time and practice to perfect. You must not take it lightly for one day it may save your life Drakus.” She said as she began chanting and channeling her spell. Drakus watched, listened and learned. As always he memorized the fluid motions and tones of the spell. “You must perform this each time you are fighting one who knows your weakness, or if you find yourself in the light of day without your goggles.” She said, casting a dark aura around her body, a shadow that encased her body for only a second then seemingly disappeared. “The spell lasts a few hours, once you have mastered it.” She said already starting another spell. “What are you doing” he asked curiously. Without a word the roof over them seemed to disappear and the bright sunlight poured through the exposed lair. Drakus cried out as he was hit with the blast of light. “Cast the shield or be blind forever!” she called out. The blinded warlock fumbled with the words, futilely raising a weak shield that did little to protect him from the blinding light. “I...I can’t!” he exclaimed, instead summoning his newly acquired voidwalker from the Abyss. His mistress was surprised at this, yet smiled as she wondered what her pupil would do next. “Remember your enemies will not show you compassion, neither will I!” she said whispering another spell, this one a bolt of shadow burst from her hand and shot towards the fallen warlock. “Defend me my minion!” Drakus said rising to his feet, eyes shut. With a guttural hiss the voidwalker stepped in front of his master taking the bolt fully. Drakus ripped off a piece of his robe as he also called upon the dark powers. A shadow bolt exploded from his hands and tore through the room at his mistress with deadly intent. She had sparred with him before so the return volley was not at all surprising. What surprised her was the near vicious way in which his counter attack came, almost as if their entire time together he had held something back. She had barely leaped to the side in time to see the bolt explode into an empty bookshelf.
“Impressive young one…but not good enough.” She called upon her own voidwalker now, it materialized just as Drakus had wrapped around his torn fabric over his eyes. “Retrieve my goggles minion.” He commanded opening his eyes carefully. The dark material shielded his eyes from the light, but also hampered much of his vision. He was not totally blind. His mistress snickered and commanded her voidwalker to intercept Drakus’. He saw the outline of her minion and directed a blast of immolating fire towards it. Flames erupted and to her amazement the voidwalker was stunned and in pain. “You have learned your lessons well Drakus!” she exclaimed proudly. “You have crossed me for the last time old woman!” the angered warlock replied receiving his goggles back from his minion. Replacing his makeshift shield with the goggles he eyed his mistress with contempt. She laughed as her minion returned to her side, hissing and protesting to be unleashed. “Do not confuse a successful defense with victory Drakus.” She began. “I can destroy you with little effort." Drakus instead of replying to her taunt launched towards her the inner heat of hell. It exploded inside her and sent her crashing to the ground in pain. Her voidwalker went out in a flurry to defend its master but Drakus’ was there to intercept it. The two demons clashed into fierce melee combat. The overzealous warlock approached his weakened mistress. “For too long have I waited for my time, and with the blinding light of your betrayal I have had my chains removed.” He began, casting a curse of affliction on her that sent plumes of green haze onto her. She coughed up blood, the look in her eyes of shock made Drakus smile. “How long have…*cough* How long have you wielded such power?” she asked weakly. The triumphant Drakus kneeled down and gently caressed the hair from his former mistress’ eyes. “For about five years now I have sought council and teachings from another.” Drakus teased. For in truth he had taken it upon himself to jump ahead of what he considered sheltered teaching.
“You cannot possibly escape alive. The Shadow Council will…gasp!” she could not finish her sentence because Drakus had already picked her up by the throat. “I have had permission from the Council for months now.” He began glancing briefly over to the voidwalkers who continued to battle. He noticed though his minion was already gaining the upper hand and was confident that he was not needed there. “While you relished in your relative comforts of Stormwind I have traveled the lands and learned much more. Plans within plans you see, far beyond your pathetic vision.” He squeezed more and saw the woman’s eyes bulge out. The room shook violently as Drakus called upon his powers again, a rift opened and hellfire burst through him and onto the ground around the two. The pain he felt was excruciating yet he smiled regardless when he saw the recognition in the woman’s eyes. “Yes, I have learned this as well…feel the fire burn you!” Drakus held onto her as the fire roasted her to the point of a charred collection of flesh and bone. Her screams echoed with that of her fallen voidwalker, which all that remained of it were a pair of shackle bands.
He was weakened and in pain, his eyes were sore and the extended use of hellfire had left him extremely fatigued. Nothing a few potions wouldn’t take care of, which to his good fortune his former mistress was well stocked. Drakus was quick to make the scene look as if the poor woman had summoned one demon too many. He had tricked a group of imps to enter the world and quickly vanquished them. However to anyone investigating it would seem that the dead warlock woman had cast a spell that backfired on her and her would be attackers. His minion was already at work taking the books he deemed important enough to keep. The rest he would come back later for. “You keep what you kill…” he whispered.
It was during the warm summer months Drakus got to leave his mansion home within the great city of Stormwind. These were the days where the pale skinned young boy lived away from the darkness and sadness that blanketed his place of birth. The tall house that stood just on the outskirt of Cathedral Square, there his family had lived since the foundation of the city. Passed on through generations of Prometheo’s, a powerful merchant family that truly only masked its riches through the many merchant bands it claimed ownership over. The reality behind the mask was that the Prometheo’s controlled many aspects of the underworld. Many rogues and thieves answered to Drakus’ father, Aramis Prometheo. Aramis however was no simple rogue or thief. He was a powerful wizard who used his arcane powers to position himself alone as head of house and lord of the manor. The man would maintain the strictest rules within the mansion. During the long winter months Drakus and his younger brother Avelyn would spend most of their days in school or deep in studies. Scrolls of the ages were kept within Prometheo’s home. These scrolls contained ancient tales of wonder and power that were absorbed greatly by Aramis in his youth and Drakus as well. Avelyn sadly did not seem to have the desire to learn the great powers as his eager brother did. The younger Prometheo actually had a talent for business and loved the façade of the mercantile side of the family. So in the summer time while Avelyn was sent away to follow a caravan Drakus remained and went to study under the mages of Stormwind.
Hours were spent freely roaming the streets for Drakus cared little for the lessons of the old men. No, he preferred to spend his time loitering around the Slaughtered Lamb. A tavern that was within the mage quarter but was rarely visited by the mages, this was a place that contained darker clientele. This day Drakus was very excited. The jump he had in his step was notable as he walked briskly through Cathedral Square. So intent on his destination that he barely noted the young woman that nearly barreled into him. She had raven hair as he did with emerald eyes that widened as she swiftly dodged his cloaked form. “Pardon me.” She said in a quiet voice, to which Drakus only scowled and nodded. She was dressed in a ragged squire outfit, light mail armor that had seen better days. Drakus continued on paying no heed to her dwarf companion, a paladin for sure who called out after him. “Ye rude lil runt!” Picking up his pace Drakus entered the mage quarter and slipped inside the Slaughtered Lamb without a single witness. There was the usual hustle and bustle inside. Whispers and hushed conversations, an air of mystery that had so impressed the young man lifted his spirits. Although he was barely into his 16th year, Drakus had already surpassed his peers at the mage tower. The arcane came too naturally to him. It was no wonder that one day when he walked home he felt the pull from the tavern he now sat in.
Drakus remembered that night so well. A whisper in his head to enter, a call he answered without fear. He was the son and heir to a powerful family, what horrible fate waited any who harmed him. He called upon his arcane powers to illuminate his path inside but found that his light was easily swallowed by the shadow. He instead held his wand in his hand, that bright tip of fire worked like a torch as he entered the dark place. It was empty save for the scrawny old barkeep. Yet the whisper again called to him. “Come below…” Ignoring the barkeeps protests Drakus followed down the winding path to the cellars. There he was greeted by the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was dressed in such magnificent robes adorned with bones and purple gems. “Good evening Drakus…” she said in a melodic voice that enthralled the young one at once. Drakus never one to mince words stood up straighter. “How do you know my name?” he asked. The woman only laughed and motioned for him to step closer. “Come now Drakus, you would not think many in this city would not know who you are…and who you are related to?” she said as Drakus obeyed and stood before her. “I heard your call, what do you want of me?” Drakus said bravely, although his eyes darted around the shadowed chambers. Again she laughed and shook her head. “What made you think I called you young one? No…she called you to me.” The woman pointed behind Drakus where a succubus giggled playfully. Drakus gasped as he looked upon the frightful, yet beautiful denizen of the Abyss. He at once began to chant and begin a spell of ice to freeze them both in place. His doctrine as a mage demanded it, yet the succubus blew him a kiss and he found himself fumbling the words of the enchantment. “Drakus, Drakus please…there is no need for that.” The woman said resting a hand on his shoulder. “I have had my eye on you for quite sometime. I have felt your powers echo for a long time. You know you have felt me too, searching and seeking.” Drakus only nodded, still gazing at the succubus. “I offer you the practice of true power, far beyond the limits of the arcane and elemental. A power that can grant you every wish and true dominance.” The woman continued sliding a finger through the young wizard’s hair. “You are far greater then those decrepit old men at the tower. You tinker with other things because the arcane is nothing more then circus tricks…I offer you the ability to harness the infinite power of the Abyss. Follow me Drakus and the Shadow will guide you to greatness!” The young one walked home later in a stupor. He had agreed to go back to the Slaughtered Lamb to learn more. Yes learn more so he could one day be achieve the power he rightfully deserved.
Snapping out of his memory Drakus looked to barkeep and nodded. He then proceeded down to the lower levels. Today Drakus would learn to summon his first minion. An imp to which he had communicated with for nearly a decade. Soon his journey would begin anew. Outside the protected lands of Stormwind and Goldshire…
Time passed almost in a wink, quickly and silently. Drakus had risen in the ranks of the Shadow Council through sheer will and lust for power. Silently he had played his game of intrigue with those around him. Playing the friend to an enemy while aiding an enemy to destroy a friend. Always coming out on top, which is exactly where he wanted to be. Still there was much to learn, and more to gain. All of it a divine game to the young warlock, a never ending challenge for greatness. Drakus had taken his lessons in the dark arts with vigor unparalleled in ages.
This however came at a price. The sun rarely shined in Darkshire which was a blessing to the warlock. These days he had been spending many nights and days here. He had recalled the time he had first summoned his voidwalker minion. It was something he was not ready for they had warned. Controlling the powerful beast was something that a warlock needed great skill for. Drakus had foolishly been careless and had missed one of the bindings needed to shackle the demon to his will. The demon lashed out at Drakus the second he was summoned, cursing the warlock with a powerful spell of darkness. It was a miracle he had survived the encounter, yet through the shadow he managed to finish his binding and the voidwalker submitted to his will. The curse however had left a permanent reminder to the warlock. The light of the world now hurt Drakus tremendously. The morning after the near fatal summoning almost left him blind. The power of the sun had wounded his vision so much he had to retreat back into his dwelling. Luckily for Drakus he had a knack for engineering, and had tinkered deep in his basement workshop a pair of goggles that would protect him. That day he stepped out cautiously, letting his face into the sun slowly. When there was no pain he was confident that his invention worked.
He returned to his mistress and mentor the next afternoon. There was some sort of event happening in Stormwind. Droves of people were heading towards Cathedral Square. Drakus rolled his shielded eyes. Probably another brave soul had died defending the realm. He thought to himself with a snicker. More like another lamb to the slaughter of a decrepit society. Even the Mage Quarter seemed vacant. Drakus entered his mistress’ lair through a channeled portal he summoned. He descended slowly dreading her reaction at his failure. In telling her of his failure and how he was ashamed of not accomplishing the perfect summon she listened as she always did. Not showing any emotion she nodded and walked over to him. “Your powers are great Drakus, but not infinite.” She pulled the goggles off his face then and tossed them onto the floor. “And you will not wear that contraption in my presence ever again!” Drakus only nodded, standing tall and defiant.
“Your lesson for this evening will now have to be altered.” She continued turning around and picking up a book that was on a table next to her. “You now have a weakness that an enemy can exploit. Especially a holy paladin or a godly priest!” Flipping through the dusty book she motioned for Drakus to come to her. “There is no reversing the curse your voidwalker has placed on you. It is a variation of the Eye of Kilrogg, except instead of granting you outward vision it weakens your tolerance to light.” Drakus took his place behind her, his mind wandering momentarily to the desire he felt for this woman before him, the desire to be rid of her. “Your voidwalker is very powerful to have cast it on you. Again an impressive display of your power to have communicated and pulled one into our world.” She complimented him only to continue feeding his ego. In truth she was more concerned with his apparent lack of discipline. To fail in summoning a voidwalker is one thing, but to tinker around in the Abyss searching for long could open the door for denizens far more powerful then a voidwalker to enter the world. The Shadow Council could ill afford attention being brought to it so soon after the Burning Legion’s defeat.
Drakus stood before his mistress eyes open. “This spell will take time to learn, much time and practice to perfect. You must not take it lightly for one day it may save your life Drakus.” She said as she began chanting and channeling her spell. Drakus watched, listened and learned. As always he memorized the fluid motions and tones of the spell. “You must perform this each time you are fighting one who knows your weakness, or if you find yourself in the light of day without your goggles.” She said, casting a dark aura around her body, a shadow that encased her body for only a second then seemingly disappeared. “The spell lasts a few hours, once you have mastered it.” She said already starting another spell. “What are you doing” he asked curiously. Without a word the roof over them seemed to disappear and the bright sunlight poured through the exposed lair. Drakus cried out as he was hit with the blast of light. “Cast the shield or be blind forever!” she called out. The blinded warlock fumbled with the words, futilely raising a weak shield that did little to protect him from the blinding light. “I...I can’t!” he exclaimed, instead summoning his newly acquired voidwalker from the Abyss. His mistress was surprised at this, yet smiled as she wondered what her pupil would do next. “Remember your enemies will not show you compassion, neither will I!” she said whispering another spell, this one a bolt of shadow burst from her hand and shot towards the fallen warlock. “Defend me my minion!” Drakus said rising to his feet, eyes shut. With a guttural hiss the voidwalker stepped in front of his master taking the bolt fully. Drakus ripped off a piece of his robe as he also called upon the dark powers. A shadow bolt exploded from his hands and tore through the room at his mistress with deadly intent. She had sparred with him before so the return volley was not at all surprising. What surprised her was the near vicious way in which his counter attack came, almost as if their entire time together he had held something back. She had barely leaped to the side in time to see the bolt explode into an empty bookshelf.
“Impressive young one…but not good enough.” She called upon her own voidwalker now, it materialized just as Drakus had wrapped around his torn fabric over his eyes. “Retrieve my goggles minion.” He commanded opening his eyes carefully. The dark material shielded his eyes from the light, but also hampered much of his vision. He was not totally blind. His mistress snickered and commanded her voidwalker to intercept Drakus’. He saw the outline of her minion and directed a blast of immolating fire towards it. Flames erupted and to her amazement the voidwalker was stunned and in pain. “You have learned your lessons well Drakus!” she exclaimed proudly. “You have crossed me for the last time old woman!” the angered warlock replied receiving his goggles back from his minion. Replacing his makeshift shield with the goggles he eyed his mistress with contempt. She laughed as her minion returned to her side, hissing and protesting to be unleashed. “Do not confuse a successful defense with victory Drakus.” She began. “I can destroy you with little effort." Drakus instead of replying to her taunt launched towards her the inner heat of hell. It exploded inside her and sent her crashing to the ground in pain. Her voidwalker went out in a flurry to defend its master but Drakus’ was there to intercept it. The two demons clashed into fierce melee combat. The overzealous warlock approached his weakened mistress. “For too long have I waited for my time, and with the blinding light of your betrayal I have had my chains removed.” He began, casting a curse of affliction on her that sent plumes of green haze onto her. She coughed up blood, the look in her eyes of shock made Drakus smile. “How long have…*cough* How long have you wielded such power?” she asked weakly. The triumphant Drakus kneeled down and gently caressed the hair from his former mistress’ eyes. “For about five years now I have sought council and teachings from another.” Drakus teased. For in truth he had taken it upon himself to jump ahead of what he considered sheltered teaching.
“You cannot possibly escape alive. The Shadow Council will…gasp!” she could not finish her sentence because Drakus had already picked her up by the throat. “I have had permission from the Council for months now.” He began glancing briefly over to the voidwalkers who continued to battle. He noticed though his minion was already gaining the upper hand and was confident that he was not needed there. “While you relished in your relative comforts of Stormwind I have traveled the lands and learned much more. Plans within plans you see, far beyond your pathetic vision.” He squeezed more and saw the woman’s eyes bulge out. The room shook violently as Drakus called upon his powers again, a rift opened and hellfire burst through him and onto the ground around the two. The pain he felt was excruciating yet he smiled regardless when he saw the recognition in the woman’s eyes. “Yes, I have learned this as well…feel the fire burn you!” Drakus held onto her as the fire roasted her to the point of a charred collection of flesh and bone. Her screams echoed with that of her fallen voidwalker, which all that remained of it were a pair of shackle bands.
He was weakened and in pain, his eyes were sore and the extended use of hellfire had left him extremely fatigued. Nothing a few potions wouldn’t take care of, which to his good fortune his former mistress was well stocked. Drakus was quick to make the scene look as if the poor woman had summoned one demon too many. He had tricked a group of imps to enter the world and quickly vanquished them. However to anyone investigating it would seem that the dead warlock woman had cast a spell that backfired on her and her would be attackers. His minion was already at work taking the books he deemed important enough to keep. The rest he would come back later for. “You keep what you kill…” he whispered.