Desmir wakes up in a vision of a world of his own memories and Count Tempus stands before him.
"I know a great tragedy has happened to you as a child." "I know that you were taken from your land and your family was killed or enslaved . the question however is do you know why?"
Desmir looks at the Count with a dumbfounded look upon his face.
"You don't know me, Devil , you are in the dark with your magic and witchcraft. You killed those people and forced me to kill those people. What is this place where I am? and what are you. Desmir shouts pointing back at this thing. The count body is just a red blob more then that Desmir is now blue. Desmir looks around confused but Count Tempus grabs Desmir's hand. "I know that this is a lot even for such a sad creature as yourself but I must see one more thing of your past. "
The monster then grabs Desmir and throws him.
Desmir awakes in an old memory of utter pain. Blood sprawls across the floor of the old cabin everywhere it's as if a great painter has taken the canvas and has drawn every horrible thing in Desmir life to this one moment.Desmir lets a sharp scream. When the bloody vision fades He Finds Himself in his old childhood home the day that everything that he knew was ripped from him. Demiser's mother comes crawling towards Him. Hands bloody and battered surely put through the ringer. She whispers to him to run. Demiser eyes begin to water as he reaches out for her, then she fades away. Desmir droppes to his knees. In the blackness all he can see is Count Tempus's puzzled look on her face but also face of great sorrow.
"Demon why do you taunt me!" Desmir screams .tears rolling down his face
"I do not taunt you Desmir. I'm learning about you just as you will learn about me." the Count says walking towards the fireplace looking at the Family toy that sits across it. She disappears and once again Desmir is back in his childhood home. The smell of death lingers in the place. Desmir holds his mother, and cradles her in his arms. weeping.
"Why don't you run? Why do you sit here cradling a dead woman? Count Tepmus reappears looking confused.
"Have you know respect for the dead, she's my mother.' Desmir shouts back at the specter burying his face into her bosom.
"So where is your father? The Count whispers.
Desmir looks towards the sky and shouts . " Must I relive this?"
"Yes." The Count answers back " its a memory am memory that haunts you overcome your pain and move on life happens but it doesn't pause from something tragic. "Show me you're past Desmir so I may show you mine." and with that Count Tempus disappear again. Desmir lays his mother to the floor kissing her cheeks then stands rubbing tears out of his eyes and looks at the man that did this.
"Seems like we missed one boys ."The man hollers then smirks his yellow teeth showing his blood lust. "Come little boy show me a warrior." young Desmir leaps at the man and the brute swats him to the floor. He draws his sword laughing" foolish boy ,now you will die just as your heretics of a family."
He swings his sword and just like back then Desmir's doesn't move as if accepting death. However His body doesn't and rolls out of the way as the Man hacks his mother's head off. Desmir looks at his now decapitated mother then he jumps for the door and runs sprinting out into his village and its ruins. Everything's on fire, people are running screaming for their loved ones, the lucky ones are the dead ones unfortunately the rest are rounded and tied up, men women and children are all taking . Desmir looks towards the forest only to see his mother's killers in front of him. The man grabs young Desmir as he fights and screams for help but no one comes to his help as his fellow villagers are dead or now what seem to be prisoners . The man laughs and throws Desmir into a carriage with the other prisoners, luckily Desmir's father is with them.
"Father." Desmir says and reaches out for him. "My son." Desmir's father reaches for his only son and hugs him, tears rolling down his bruised and battered face. "I tried to save her.'' he stutters.
I tried to save you." tears in his eyes begin to form.
"I know papa." Desmir says holding his hand we will avenge her; we have to stay strong."
"Desmir's father looks at him looks at him. "I'm sorry my boy I wasn't strong enough. He takes a breath trying to get a hold of himself but failing. "These hands weren't made for fighting."
He continues to weep, holding his child and Whispering I'm sorry. Then the image fades.