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"Make sure to entertain me, Eye of Sirius."
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"Mother, Can you read me that again?" The Young Boy asked lying in his bed as the candle's flame danced with the gentle breeze.
"Rodric, I'm sorry My Son but that was a One time story."
"Why?" An Innocent question.
"Due to our 'special' condition." Mother's Voice wavered.
"Our Element?" A silly question.
"Yes, Our Element and Magecraft as a Whole."
Pain echoed within his heart.
"Ours is a Burden and Duty."
His Body Ached.
"As The Line of Serafino, Must go on."
The Element and Magecraft of the Butchers and Slayers.
Those who know not of Humanity,
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"Hmm." Rodric hummed as cold sweat gathered on his brow and his throat parched he reached out in front of him. He tried opening his eyes but to no avail. 'Had the Old Man taken away my sight?!' He moved around the silken bed a bit in a daze and a half.
'I must calm myself.' He thought to himself as he took a sharp inhale revitalizing his body then a slow exhale which helped with slowing his heart beat. Unsure as to why he could not see He reached for his face to find what had been blocking his vision. "Bandages?"
"Yes, Bandages, Mister De Angelo." Rodric turned to the source of the feminine voice. A familiar Alto hum tickled his ears as the clacking of their foot wear echoed in the empty(?) room until he felt his bed shift a bit to the left. "How are yer eyes?"
Rodric simply pointed at his bandages which incited a giggle from the woman on his left side. Apparently comfortable enough to be close proximity with the Italian, which surprised him as he, himself knew he was... Subpar in small talk so he wondered who was it that sat near his side.
"You could, remove them." Rodric flinched. 'Why had I not thought of that?' A hand was placed on his bandaged eyes he sighed as the woman giggled once more. "Need assistance?"
After an Hour of Awkward silence Rodric begrudgingly nodded at her offer. Slowly but surely light seeped into his eyes until he was forced to shut them from the morning sunlight that invaded his vision.
The first person he had seen was Elizabeth Gregory, a Petite Nun with brown hair and otherworldly steel gray eyes whose almond skin had a dust of freckles, and button nose made her appear 'Fair' to his eyes.
"So, I heard you were attacked by Old Man time, what did he do exactly? Did the Fossil curse you or something? Details Man, Details! I need them!" She inquired as she handed the Italian a pair of Shades to help with his eyes adjusting to the direct sunlight, sure the raven haired man was out cold for a week and given the attack, as many of the other Executioners pointed out, hailed from A Dead Apostle no less she needed to look out for him after all As his Senior, by birth month, she will be hovering over Rodric during their assignments just to be safe.
Speaking of the Italian Exchange Priest he sat there. Menacingly. Something was off. More so than when he had arrived a month and a half ago. 'This feeling...'
"He said something about the Eye of Sirius, and to entertain him." Rodric looked at Elizabeth and his eyes hummed of a semblance of light before his left eye changed from Amber to a Sickening Glowing and Pulsating Pale Blue with its sclera becoming dark as night.
Elizabeth flinched as the Prana from Rodric's Eye began to heat up the air around them.
As strokes of Black tattooed his Left temple of a diamond which eerily connected the light grayish tendrils to his darkened Sclera. Elizabeth's eyes widened as did Rodric's as he caught a glimpse of his changed eye. "What... Did HE DO TO ME?!"
Even with shades on he could see the pulsating pale blue iris through Elizabeth's Steel Gray and began to move himself off of the bed only to stumble as a sharp pain pierced his changed eye.
The pain could have been compared to being branded with hot iron to then be poured with Acid as someone flayed his eye.
It was... unbearable as his screams echoed the large Infirmary to then be heard in the courtyard causing multiple Executioners and Exorcists to make haste to the Source of the anguished yells and the Abnormal Shift of the Prana in the Facility.
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Rodric was forcing his Prana into his left eye in an attempt to purge the pain. Only to Amplify it.
Causing an explosion of hot air and a Large Ring of Silver Black Flames to surround him.
"Rodric!"
Those... voices... Rodric with his good eye to see Father Charles and Elizabeth amongst the Hundreds of his Fellow Members of the Holy Church gritting their teeth as they forced themselves through the unnatural flames.
"Shut off your Prana Circuits from your left eye! Hurry before The Eye of Sirius Takes over!"
There it was Again! The Eye of Sirius, What the Hell was that?!
"Aaaargh!" He yelled, forcing the prana to leave his left eye the Prana in the air dissipated and the Flame extinguished. Rodric almost fell forward catching himself by widening his stance. His vision Began to Blur, until Darkness took hold.