Snippet #2060491

Kul sat on the park bench reading, and ignoring his surroundings. He could feel the souls under Vlads control wailing, and he could feel the magical ties that held them to this plain of existence. They were merely spirits, normal spirits. The vampire may have been powerful physically, but his necromancy needed a little work then again, Kul was rather hard on anyone who commanded spirits and whose ability did not match his own... which was everyone.

He licked his finger and turned the page of the book continuing to read. While he was ignoring the spirits, they were not ignoring him, pushed on by the will of their master, unfortunately they met a fate worse then what they suffered already, that of Krell.

The large being was no longer held under Kul's illusion as it just slowed him down. The mighty, dominate form of the great armored skeleton made a wonderful image as the black blade slid through spirit after spirit. His burning eyes holding no remorse, no pity, but also no enjoyment or rage. The spirits may have been able to reform or return to their master if they were being struck down by a normal blade, but sadly, it was not a normal blade. It was Kul's Blade of Horus, the mighty blade containing a piece of the great liches soul. With every swing the sword cut the ties connecting spirit to master, sucking it into the blade forever; destined to be imprisoned until the sword erodes the soul away making the blade even stronger.

Krell did not tire, Krell did not sleep, Krell knew no fear... Honestly, Krell could keep this up for all eternity. These level of spirits were no threat to an undead creature of Krell's level. Kul turned the page chuckling to himself over a rather interesting passage in the book.