He had felt it the moment it had happened, the moment that man had passed. It was as if the inner god had broken free of it's mortal confines, allowing his senses to heighten and all he could smell, feel, and taste was blood. And it called to him, waking him from his slumber.
Ares knew this feeling well, it had once sustained his very existence as a god. And to think, he'd feel it again, in a mortal body no less. The possibility that he retained any of his former power in his current body excited him to the core. But there was only one way he could truly test to see if this was more than just a cruel happenstance in his new reality.
Slipping out of his bed silently, he made his way out of the door and down the long hall leading to a hidden passage in the walls that connected every room in the house. Having Nobaru's memories were useful to him.
Looking around to make sure he hadn't been followed he pushed gently on a block in the wall next to the brightly lit sconce. A faint grinding sound could be heard from deep within the walls as the slightest of openings appeared, just big enough for a man to slip in at the shoulders and chest. Giving the hallway one last glance, Ares slipped through.
The wall closed behind him with the same soft grinding noise, leaving him in the darkness of the inner walls. As far as he could tell from this boys memories, these passages had an exit into every room of the house, as well as to the garden. Left would be the direction that led him to his target room. It was time to pay the late Lord Blackfyre a visit before he began to heavily decay.
The path to Lord Blackfyre's chamber had been a long one. Twists and turns, and stairwell after stairwell, whomever had built this castle knew what he was doing. His hand deftly found the block on the inner walls, opening the wall, and allowing him through.
The room smelled of bile and some more unpleasant things. He glanced down at the Lord's dead body, blood and a purple colored liquid slowly overflowing from his mouth and pooling in the floor beneath his head. Poison, he mused, obscenely basic.
How nerves were on fire, and his throat dried from thirst. Being stuck in this accursed body made the blood thirst even stronger and more painful. He reached his hands out over the Lord's body, palms open wide, and closed his eyes. He concentrated, feeling himself connect with the blood of the dead host. The freshly slain were always the most powerful, but this body would do for the time being.
He felt it, starting at his toes and fingers tips, and spreading upwards through his limbs and torso. Moments later it encompassed his entire being. Ares felt new life flowing through him, empowering him, until his body, mind, and spirit overflowed with energy.
He sighed with relief as he opened his eyes. It had worked, though the results of which were still to be determined. A faint crimson aura still pulsed tightly around his body. This world would his for the taking, and that he felt was only the beginning.