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Moon Slave...[In More Than One Way]

If her eyes were the sun, a fiery blase of passion and need, his eyes were the moon, bright with what the sun was able to give him. Her nails on his back egged him on, and his thrusts started faster than normal, her hips teasing pushing him further than he wanted to start. But he wanted to please her most of all, no matter what he felt. His hips pushed deep inside her, filling her completely in ways nobody else could. Perfectly.

His carnal lust and need for her took control, going faster with his hips, lips teasing along her neck. Her blood was so hot in her veins, his fangs growing out, gum's aching from the need to taste her. He bit down, a little harder than he expected, but any worry from it was shattered by the fiery taste of her blood in his mouth, molten from his teasings. He moaned against her neck, drinking deeply, waiting for her to say stop early.
 
As his thrusting began, much faster than that first time, she cried out with almost a carnal growl eclipsing the tail end of it. She moved with him, guiding him subtly to the right places to hit that had her moaning and groaning, completely wanton in her movements. He went deeper and faster and she felt him everywhere, consuming her being. His lips along her neck had her sliding a hand into his hair, begging him to take what he needed. She exposed more of her neck as her body moved against his and soon enough a sharp sting of pain lit her blood, but she reveled in it. Her fangs extended in the slightest as she cried out in pleasure mixed with pain. Soon she felt him drinking and it set off her first orgasm that blazed across her skin and had her trembling against him yet still moving and begging for more. Her mind fogged over from the pleasure before she came back to his sucks at her neck, her body more sensitive now.

She hadn't expected to orgasm so quickly and it had stolen her breath before she came back to the moment at hand, her lover and mate filling her and taking from her all at once.​
 
She was so willing, and that made his own blood burn hotter with need. Her orgasm was striking and stunning to him, gripping at him, milking him for his hot seed that refused to come. Had it been the night before, she would have had him. As it was, he had a lot more control, his endurance haven risen from their other meetings like this. But it still was a shattering experience for him, her juices sliding down along his length with every thrust, escaping as he filled her over and over again.

Her hand on his head egged him on, and he did the same to her, his hand going to her head and pulling her to be at his neck, at the very base of it. His fangs pulled out from her neck, but his tongue didn't seal it. Instead, he let some drops of blood escape, before his tongue caught them, licking up what had spilt, teasing the edges of the bite without sealing it. Every so often, his fang came down, scratching her lightly though enough to draw more blood, then he licked it, sealing it instantly. But soon enough, he did lick the bite mark, knowing she needed her blood.
 

Moans escaped her anew as he kept thrusting and pumping away at her, touching all the right places that drove her wild. She had never been this way with any of her previous lovers, but then again none had been her mated partner. She felt him push on her head to take from the nape of his neck and didn't oblige just yet, but teased his neck with licks and harsh nips that didn't quite draw blood. She could feel blood sliding down her neck from her unsealed wounds and moaned as he teased them and nipped them enough to draw out just a little more blood before sealing them. Pleasure burned her skin and went straight to her sex and head, making her almost dizzy. Her fangs extended just a bit more as she bit hard into his neck and swallowed down the life-giving blood that burned and scorched her throat deliciously. It was like eating a supernova: just an explosion on her tongue that sent her senses reeling.​
 
Her teases on his neck, those sharp nips that refused to break his skin drove him insane. When she finally bit, after he sealed the bite on her, he couldn't help but continue teasing her neck, fangs cutting shallow lines on her neck before his tongue sealed them with licks. His hips were going spaztic, his mind firmly connected with hers, her pleasure being his, and his hers, so he couldn't tell where she began and he ended. She had such a grip on him, and her fangs buried in his neck, taking his essence... it was too intense for him.
 
The intensity of sex and feeding made her mind fog further, instinct taking over completely as she moved her body in time with his and sucked at his neck. His blood satisfied her hunger on two levels as his body completely satisfied her cravings and carnal need. She could feel herself getting close to a second orgasm and her moans grew louder in volume and frequency. A certain urgency overtook over as she sealed the wounds she had made and teased him with the tips of her fangs and tongue as raked her nails up his back. She wanted a bit of pain with her sex and his teasings at her throat gave her what she needed partially. She tugged on his hair as she licked a path up his neck, teasing him endlessly as she moved her hand that was situated on his back to his front and toyed with his nipples, nails scratching his skin as she did so. She could feel herself getting so close along with him and she wanted it to be as intense as possible.​
 
His moans escalated as she helped. Her mouth sealed the bite soon enough, but it wasn't enough. Her tongue teased up his neck, and his head tilted, lips catchings hers and kissed her deeply. He bit her lip lightly a few times, his fangs actually puncturing each time, his tongue coming after every time and sealing it. His fingers came up behind her, nails raking lightly down her back, leaving red marks down her back. He was so close... but he was waiting for her release first.
 
"Ah~! Raziel...."

The rest of what she might have conjured up to say was lost in a carnal moan the soon changed into a growl of possession and need as she kissed him back, nipping his lips and tongue in turn with her own fangs, blood mixing with their kiss and firing her up even higher than before. It seemed like it would be forever before they would be this close and intimate, since after this joining they would have to go on the run. Any intimate moments they would snag would be quick and far between. But his nails raking down her spine made her groan and writhe as it gave her just the right edge and friction to explode into a second orgasm that was much more intense than the first. She arched her back sharply and cried out in pure carnal pleasure, hopefully taking him with her as her channel tightened over and over, begging him to provide his seed for her body to take.​
 
Her fangs, teasing him like he did, heated him up just as much as it heated her, the taste of blood a explosion in his mouth unlike anything else. Her grip was tight as he felt her explosion after her words, and he moaned out. He let his orgasm to go greet hers, his hot seed filling her up as he thrusted her through her orgasm.

HE laid there afterward, panting heavily, holding her to him. His eyes were half lidded, but he saw her, and it was a heated, loving passion for her that shone in his eyes. "Hahvoc..." HE whispered, before kissing her, a light, tender embrace.
 
She sighed softly against his mouth, her breath still quick and uneven in the aftermath. She clutched him to her gently and lovingly, not wanting to let go. She had the strangest feeling it might be a long time before she held him like this again. She stroked back his hair as her other hand stroked his cheek. She felt whole and fulfilled and she didn't want to give it up, as much as being this reliant on him frightened her beyond belief. But still, she didn't run away like she sometimes felt like doing.

If only they had known that the vampires hadn't stayed away. If only she had been paying more attention to the energy signatures spiking up about their little shack. Perhaps then she would have been able to stop what happened next.​
 
Raziel had no idea of the silent footsteps out in the snow, or else he would have been more protective. But he was so in touch with her at the moment, buried deep in her, cheek nuzzling against her neck, that the sound of the door being kicked in made him jump up, startled and slightly angry that they were being interrupted.

Four Vampires came into the Cabin, two females and two males. They looked like foot troops, wearing leather armor and their weapons bared, eyes narrowed. How did they find them? And why did they give such a vehement stare at the two of them?

Another Vampire came in, brushing the other four aside. This one looked stronger, and wasn't in armor. Instead, He wore dark clothes and a black cape, as if in imitation since he didn't wear it right. "Hahvoc, I thought you would be more careful than this! This... thing!... is dangerous! He needs to be put back under surveillance immediately!"

Raziel tensed, letting out a slight growl at the man's - Jeseph's - words. He was not going to go back in stasis! The four vampires behind Joseph tensed, readying to fight.
 
She didn't care that she was naked or that her scars could be seen by the five of them. She didn't even care that she outranked all of them. She stared at Jeseph as she kissed Raziel's cheek and eased him off of her body. She stood up and brushed her hair from her face. She was a magnificent specimen of her race and it showed, but she wasn't concerned about that at all. She crossed her arms as she looked at Jeseph with slow-burning eyes.

"You dare address me by my given name in front of subordinates? I still outrank you, Nightshade. And don't you dare call my mate a thing again or I'll cut out your tongue."

Jeseph's face paled somehow to almost translucent at her words. Her voice was calm and even, almost conversationally, but her words held such weight that it was as if his back was breaking. She could see the look of unease on the others faces. She, who was unarmed-or so they thought- was standing them down and berating them like puppies. One of the foot soldiers took a step towards her, Leeka, was the girl's name and Hahvoc stared at her with a sick grin forming on her face.

"Ah, young one. You want to challenge me? Go ahead. I welcome you to try and live."​
 
Jeseph's face could have went transparent from the threats that were coming from Hahvoc. There seemed to be a uneasy stillness in the room as it seemed like a showdown. She couldn't possibly take down 5 Vampires at the same time... could she?

Raziel moved to be at her side, stopping himself from holding her, from showing any notion of ownership on her part. She had saved his life from his foolish attempt at escaping, and he owed it to her, and he would gladly repay that debt at any time.

"That th... HE... is delicate and needs to be protected!" Jeseph spat, eyes narrowing as he looked at Hahvoc. "You are ruining 20 years of research and work! I have no problem going over your head, Hahvoc!"

"That will not be necessary, Jeseph. You may leave." The voice was sinfully seductive, laced with a slight vehemence and power, and Jeseph half-shifted into a mist form from a twinge of fear. There was only one man who had a voice with such authority, and Jeseph slowly turned around... to see Lord Alexander slowly walking in, his every step slow and purposeful, eloquent in its own write.

"I said leave." Alexander repeated, with a slightly darker voice. All of the subordinates left then, shifting in fear of getting harmed. Alexander had been in a very bad mood as of late, and when his temper was struck, he was somewhat unpredictable.

"Hahvoc..." Alexander started, his voice soft once more, losing the sense of seduction now. "We need Raziel back. He is important to our species."
 
"Alex..."

She paused, took a breath as her face turned as smooth and blank as steel. She couldn't let him see how much he meant to her right now. The King of Vampires and Werewolves had once been just the King of Vampires before and she had served him ever since she had joined up at least five hundred years ago. She had never been disloyal to him, but now her heart was in the matter. And her very life. She took another deep breath as she faced the man that had saved her once.

"My lord. I understand his importance. I was trained to know everything about his capabilities. But...I cannot give him up. I will not give him over to be frozen in time once again."

She stood firm before her king, whom she had sworn so many oaths to. She let him see just a little bit, how much she would fight to keep Raziel beside her-even if it meant fighting with Alex to do so. It pained her to think of confronting her old friend, but no one was ever going to steal her mate from her. No one.​
 
Alexander stood there, seeing how her face had changed so quickly in his presence. Always that look of cold steel when she was trying to hide something. She never really tried to hide much, that's why it was a memorable thing to him. He tried to peek into her mind, figure out the reason why she was fighting him so vehemently on the issue. HE only saw that she would fight him. That information took him off guard. He never expected to have to fight her over anything. And now, he was starting to see that possibility.

Alexander took a few steps forward, slow, deliberate, accidentally creating tension because he only had a one track mind at the moment. "You will protect him, but you seem to refuse to say why. Therefore, I cannot accept your wishes, and I will have to take him back to the research facility, where he will be safe once more." Claws grew out from his hand as his eyes narrowed. "I hate to do this, but if you refuse, I will have to do this by force."

Raziel was looking between the two of them, and when he saw the claws come out of Alexander's hands, his eyes widened. He knew about Alexander only by passing memories that he had picked up from Hahvoc. If they were such good friends, why were they going to fight? He couldn't allow it. He stepped forward, putting a hand on Hahvoc's shoulder to stop her. "I can't let this happen." He whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. "I can't let you two fight. I can't risk your death in my name."
 
"You believe he is not safe with me? That I am capable of protecting him when I know him better than anyone? Even better than you, my lord? Even better than your consort?"

She was digging in deep, keeping him firmly out of her mind. He didn't need to know about their mating, what the two of them had discovered. How oblivious was he to their nakedness? That they had been in bed together? Did he think she thought of Raziel as a simple shag? Her lips curled back to reveal her extended fangs as Alexander's fingers turned into claws. She forced her body to relax and was waiting for Alex to strike so she might retaliate before she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to Raziel, her expression changing to questioning instantly. Her eyes widened a fraction before she smoothed her expression out once more.

"Don't do this.."

She whispered to him. He was sacrificing his life-his freedom- for her. She couldn't let him give up so easily. But the opportunity to keep him beside her was lost as soon as she saw Amaris. The woman looked the worse for wear, but still so beautiful and regal. Her eyes were puffy and red rimmed, but she managed to keep up a look of authority. She glanced between Raziel and Hahvoc as a sad expression lingered in her eyes.

"I am sorry, Hahvoc. But you cannot keep him. Not after the loss of our son."

Hahvoc's face paled as she looked at her queen and felt all the fight taken out of her. She swallowed and soon hung her head, her hair sliding over her shoulder to give her some semblance of modesty. She found herself beginning to kneel, though her knees felt like rusty hinges. Once she was kneeling like a knight before his majesty, she said in a soft voice.

"Then...I leave him in your hands..."​
 
Alexander turned his head as he heard Amaris. His heart let out a studder as he saw her. She was taking it differently than he was, in sorrow rather in anger, though the rage that he was channeling to finding Raziel was now broken as he pulled Amaris to him, trying to comfort her some. His claws had disappeared, though even in this softer state, he was a threat to the two.

He saw movement from the corner of his eye, saw Hahvoc starting to kneel down. He saw all of her defenses dropping, and he made his move then. His mind forcefully went into hers, breaking the weakened barrier as her knee hit the ground. He explored the last few days, saw exactly what had happened... and then he felt ashamed. He turned to Amaris with sorrowful eyes, looking to Raziel.

Raziel's mind wasn't nearly as protected as Hahvoc's. Indeed, it was like he wanted Alexander to delve into it. The Lord of the Clans learned everything... and Raziel made sure he knew everything. Alexander was easy to coax around in his sympathetic state, pushing him through the memories of him in the statis tank, looking at everyone around him, unable to interact, Hahvoc coming over from time to time to check on him.

"Enough!" Alexander growled, breaking Raziel's grip on how he traveled the hybrid's mind. Jeseph came in, carrying two packs of clothing, throwing one to Hahvoc and one to Raziel before leaving quickly, knowing the wrath of Alexander personally. Raziel simply grabbed the black pants, putting them on and following Alexander out. At the door, Alexander turned to Hahvoc. "Come. There is much to be done."
 
As Alexander tunneled into her mind, she felt her body tense and a gasp escaped her. She couldn't throw up her defenses fast enough to keep him out and it wasn't like she could with Amaris around, so broken and alone. Despite how easily Alexander held her and comforted her, Amaris was distant from even her mate. Her eyes showed the hollowness that the loss of a child left behind. She couldn't find anger, only anguish. Hahvoc heard the yell from Alexander and the clothes bag thrown at her just as Alexander broke his grip on her neuro-pathways and Raziel's mind. She shivered and grabbed the pack out of the air, keeping her head down. She heard Raziel pull on pants before moving away from her. And she felt every step he took.

When Alexander spoke from the door, she simply nodded and stood up, dressing in the leather shorts and midriff halter. She stared straight ahead as she pulled on her clothes, not looking her leader in the eye. She glanced around swiftly to see if she had brought her boots into the room and found that she hadn't. She stepped passed her King and into the small living room to get the rest of her gear and put it on. Amaris lingered in the room, smelling the scents of love and sex that had happened just recently. Her heart went out to Hahvoc, but her sorrow kept her from being able to help her friend. She too, soon followed the others and helped Hahvoc assemble her gear to get them moving more quickly. She was gentle with the other female and could tell that her sorrow mirrored her own. To lose a child was tough, but to lose the one you had had that child with or wanted children with was just as hard of a burden to bear.​
 
Alexander was completely silent as he waited for the two women to finish up with the gear before heading off. The other 5 had went ahead to make sure the path was clear. The tension in their little group was so thick that he could have cut it with a talon. But he thought that it was from no fault of his own. Raziel was the one to run away, escaping and nearly getting himself killed in his naivete. But as the older man looked to the younger, he wasn't so sure. Raziel had a aura about him, something that showed that he knew more than others thought he did. But he simply shrugged it off.

The walk back to the Facility was slow, and Alexander's mind was deep in thought. He threw up a extremely strong barrier to stop everyone from getting into his mind, even Amaris. He couldn't let his thoughts get out to anyone. His eyes glazed over for a deal of the trip, his mind still deep in thought but free enough to have him travel the forest. It was completely silent, the only sound the occasional footfall in snow that wasn't covered up.

Raziel was silent the whole way, too, though for a different reason. He had made himself resolute to what was to come. His heart ached, knowing that Hahvoc was going to be in pain the whole time, but he would rather her be hurt than dead, and that was what was going to happen to her if she had fought Alexander. He couldn't even look at her, though, knowing that she thought he was abandoning him, even if it was to save her.

Alexander led them into the facility, but instead of going to the stasis chamber first, he led them upstairs, to the living quarters. His footsteps were slow, heavy, almost as if counting the seconds unintentionally. His eyes closed as he said a prayer, hoping that he was doing the right thing.

He stopped at Hahvoc's room, slowly turning to the door, unlocking it and opening it for her to walk in. He waited for her, his eyes unable to lock with hers, his own closed to hide the shame that quelled his anger. His eyes opened after she passed, and he waited for her to go into her room fully. Then he grabbed Raziel by the back of the neck and tossed him into the room, throwing him perfectly on the couch. "You better take good care of him, Hahvoc." Alexander said, half somber, half threat, before he closed the door.

Alexander let out a long sigh as he collapsed back against the wall, eyes closing as he slid down it slightly. His head hung for a moment before he turned to Amaris. "I couldn't do it, love." He whispered, shaking his head. "I couldn't hurt her like that. The pain that she had felt when she thought she lost him... It was the same I... WE... felt the moment we heard he was dead." He shook his head again. "I couldn't put her through that."

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Raziel felt himself being hurled - almost violently - through the air, landing roughly on Hahvoc's couch, nearly rolling and tumbling off it over the arm. He flattened out on the couch, confused as to what just happened, the realization slowly sinking in from Alexander's words before the door closed.
 
Hahvoc looked to her queen as she finished strapping on the last bit of gear. They wore similar expressions, though Hahvoc's was much more empty. Amaris lightly stroked the vampire's cheek before she led them out the door with the males. Amaris felt alone, almost severed from her mate as he closed his mind to her. But she had her own worries, which revolved around her subject and how she was in such deep pain, that no matter how hard she hid it, Amaris could still feel it like a phantom pain. Hahvoc didn't know what to do with herself except to put one foot in front of the other. Time seemed to hold no meaning.

Her heart had turned into a black hole, all feeling being sucked in. She was totally numb and knew that if someone touched her right now, she wouldn't hesitate to kill them in cold blood. She was thankful that the group kept a good radius away from her. As they came up to the Facility, Hahvoc felt her heart sink more into itself. He was going to be taken away from her soon, much sooner than she wished or could ever want.

She focused solely on walking, knowing that soon, Raziel would leave her of his own will. She felt her eyes burn but she didn't cry. She had never cried in her entire life, so why start now? She kept the pain in, face blank, while she slowly fell apart. Amaris felt her own pain, her mate closing her out and knew that Hahvoc felt something so much worse than she did at that moment. To have a mate willingly give himself up for her sake was a harsh reality to handle.

When they came to her room, Hahvoc wondered briefly if it would serve as her prison. Once it was unlocked, she stepped inside and pivoted to look at her King. He couldn't hold her gaze and it gave her the smallest bit of satisfaction that he felt guilty. Her eyes widened as Raziel was shoved into her room, her reflex making her step out of the way as he hit the couch. She looked back at her king, the words he spoke not registering, not even until the door closed. She looked to Raziel sitting there dazed on the couch and soon wetness was on her cheeks. She touched her cheeks with her fingers and realized that she was crying. Hahvoc the Heartless was actually crying. She stood there, staring at her mate and she could do nothing but look at him and cry in silence.

Amaris, on the other hand, watched her mate slide down the wall and admit his mistake and defeat. She knelt beside him and smoothed his hair back from his face with a gentle hand. Their son was gone, but they were still here. They could try again. Even if they never succeeded. She would always remember her baby boy-her pride and joy- but Alex was still here, still breathing and she needed that more than ever now. She pressed her body against him and rested her head against his shoulder as she held tight to him like she hadn't done in what felt like a very long time.​
 
It took a long moment for Alexander to recognize the touch, and he instinctively pressed into her hand, feeling her move close and hold him tight. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his lap, holding her to his chest tight as his eyes closed, holding back tears. "I will miss him terribly." He whispered. "He was a good man. But I know he is enjoying himself in the spirit world." He opened his eyes, a hand going up and gently stroking Amaris' hair.

"I love you, Amaris. I love you so very much. I know I haven't said it in a while." He stood slowly, lifting her up easily in his arms. "Let's go relax. Everything has been stressful." He headed down the hall, going upstairs, finding their special room in the facility. They rarely were here before, and his eyes sparkled somewhat with what seemed to be a happiness that was buried for days because of his son's death. But now... Things seemed brighter, his son's spirit put to rest.


Raziel saw something that he thought he would never see: Hahvoc in tears. His aw loosened, the look of half terror on his face as he realized that he was the reason she was crying. He rushed forward, arms wrapping around her and holding her to him as he suppressed his own tears that were coming up. "I'm sorry..." He whispered, a hand coming up and holding her head to his shoulder. "I had to risk it, had to keep you safe above all..."

His Vampire side seemed to be the stronger side of him, caring for her instead of fighting and being forceful. His mind was in a flurry, but it was all about her. The tears frightened him, tears coming from such a strong woman. He took a half step back, a hand coming up to frame her cheek, thumb gently brushing the tears away. He looked into her eyes for a long moment, is own filled with love for her before he held her tight to him again.

After a moment, though, he had to let her go. "We have to figure out who killed him." He said, in a low voice. A slight bubble of rage was building up in him, burning and tearing at his insides. "I will not rest until he is brought in or killed."
 
Amaris nestled against her mate like she hadn't done for quite sometime. Nestled in his lap, she felt safe and at home, especially when he stroked her hair. His words brought up her sorrow, but she wouldn't let it get between them. She knew what Hahvoc would do for her and their family. At his words of love, she felt like things would be okay. It would take a long time, but things would be okay. She conveyed with touches and kisses that she loved him as well, just the same as when she had first said those words- if not more than that. When he lifted her up, she slid her arms easily about his neck and rested her head against his shoulder, eyes closing such. For once, peace stole over her as she stayed with her mate...

When Raziel touched her it was as if a wall had broken, Hahvoc hiccuped and wrapped him tight in her embrace, her face instantly burying itself in the nape of his neck as she trembled. He was here, he was still here. She breathed in his unique scent that belonged to her alone now and slid her hands into his hair. She held so tight she thought she might break him. She heard his words and understood them, but she was overwhelmed by joy that she had never felt before. She had gone from complete despair to utter joy and didn't know how else to handle such a thing except by crying to let the emotions drain out.

When he stepped back to wipe the tears, she smiled as they seemed to keep flowing. She actually laughed a little bit, though it came out more like a sob before she was pulled back against his body. Soon, the tears abated as she recognized that Raziel was hers to keep under her king's orders. When he let her go, she had returned to normal, though a soft smile still lingered on her lips. It seemed then that she remembered that the prince had been murdered and his death needed to be avenged. For the sake of Amaris and Alexander, Hahvoc would risk anything right now to help them find the justice they needed.

"And neither shall I. We must go to his body, perhaps you'll be able to pick up something from him, like a ghost or some such thing. As a hybrid, you have much more power than I."​
 
Raziel could feel every little bit of her aching and mending in seconds, the rip that had happened in her heart when she thought he was going to leave, and the mending when he didn't. His own heart went out to her, and his mind linked with hers, holding her to him in all ways possible. He promised that he wasn't ever going to leave her side, his mind a flurry of love and affection for her.

The tears stopped, and his heart ached for her, but there was things to be done, to be sure. There was a dead body to investigate. The Lord and Lady to mend. A murderer to catch. Hahvoc's words were endearing to him, but he shook his head. "My powers are from you." He whispered, kissing her softly before leading her down the hallway. It was downstairs, in the crypt, where the man could be found.

Alexander was hit by spirits the moment they stepped in the crypt. So many deaths without answer, wanting release from the physical world, so many bodies trying to gain control to finish what they had started... It was only by firmly holding onto Hahvoc's mind that he was able to retain his own body, and fight back all the spirits that assailed him. His hand went up to his now-throbbing head, eyes closed as he shook out the memories. "God, that hurt." He muttered, before walking forward.
 
The connection they had allowed for Hahvoc to be comforted in a different way than she usually could. It chased away all the loneliness she had ever felt and removed the hard ache she had felt when he gave himself over to her Lord. The tears had stopped and the pain had been pushed aside for now, but soon, she would be able to truly let it all out and move on from almost losing her fated partner. When Raziel spoke, she melted a little and his kiss removed the last remnants of sorrow for the time being. She couldn't linger on the sudden emotions she felt. They had a job to accomplish.

She followed beside him into the crypt, sensing the dead that was buried down there. She couldn't see the spirits, but felt their chill and heard their whispers. But she was indifferent to them, knowing that she could not help them find the peace they sought, or the revenge they were seeking. Raziel, on the other hand, seemed very susceptible to their might. She felt him clutch onto her mental presence like a vise and felt his struggle to keep a grip on himself. She gripped Raziel's hand and sent him warm energy and sent out a vibrating pulse to try to keep some of the stronger spirits at bay. Looking to her lover, she whispered,

"Can you carry on?"​
 
Hahvoc was a great help, her powers more than enough to help him keep his mind and body to himself. The spirits weren't happy about it, and they tried with renewed vigor, but he quickly threw up a barrier to keep them away. "Yes, I can continue." He said softly. "I have to continue."

It was a long walk through the crypts, made longer because Raziel had to stop every minute or two and fight off spirits trying to take control, wanting a second chance at revenge and retribution. But he was ready for them after the first assault, and he fought them off easily enough. The stone walls helped hold him up by the time they reached the right alcove.

The brightness took a moment for him to get use too, a hand coming up to block his eyes, but when he got use to it, he saw that the light was from the spirit of Andross. The one they were looking for. "We came to help avenge you, Lord Andross." Raziel said in a low voice. The spirit turned around and looked at him, then smiled as he slowly floated towards him. They looked into each other's eyes before the spirit floated into Raziel.

His head instantly started swimming, a huge flush of memories that took over his mind. It was too much for him in his weakened state, and his mind let go, passing out on the stone floor.
 
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