"Now… shall we watch the void creature kill Roderick Fairbourne?" Silas's voice dripped with malevolence, a dark smile twisting across his lips. His words hung in the air like a chilling omen, the atmosphere around them thick with the weight of something dreadful to come. The flickering light from the candles cast long shadows over his sharp features, accentuating the sinister gleam in his teal eyes.
The boy hesitated, his heart pounding against his chest like a drum. The thought of seeing death unfold before his eyes made his stomach churn, but an undeniable sense of curiosity and power gnawed at him. "We… we can do that?" he stammered, his voice quivering with fear and a tinge of disbelief. He glanced up at Silas, unsure, but somehow unable to resist the pull of what was about to happen.
Silas let out a quiet, almost amused chuckle. "It's quite simple, actually," he replied, stepping closer, his black nails tapping lightly against his palm as he explained. His voice was calm, as though discussing something as mundane as the weather, yet there was a cold edge beneath it. "You and the void creature now share a link—a bond. This connection allows you to experience what it experiences. You can see through its eyes, feel what it feels. All you have to do… is focus. Just think about seeing what the void creature is seeing."
The boy swallowed hard, nerves prickling under his skin. He glanced away, trying to absorb the enormity of Silas' words. The idea of peering into the vision of a creature from another realm—a being of pure void, created from darkness—both terrified and fascinated him. His hands trembled as he slowly closed his eyes, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
His brow furrowed in concentration, his face scrunched up as if bracing for an impact. There was an almost painful pressure in his mind at first, like trying to tune into a distant, foreign signal. But then, gradually, the tension began to ease. The boy's breathing steadied, and the crease in his brow relaxed. A strange, cold sensation washed over him, as if he were slipping into something not of this world.
And then, he saw it.
"I see it… I see what it's seeing," the boy murmured, his voice trembling with awe and disbelief. His tone, once fraught with anxiety, now carried a thread of excitement, barely contained. His eyes were still shut, but his lips curled into a small, nervous smile. "I really see it."
Silas observed him carefully, the flicker of amusement growing in his eyes. He nodded approvingly, his expression dark and calculating. "Good," he said, his voice low and encouraging, like a snake coaxing its prey closer. "Describe to me what you see. Tell me everything."
The boy's breathing hitched, his mind now fully attuned to the void creature's vision. "It's… it's moving through the streets," he said, his voice shaking with both wonder and fear. "The night is dark, but the creature sees everything so clearly… its eyes—my eyes—are fixed on Roderick Fairbourne. I can feel its hunger… its need to fulfill the command."
"Keep going," Silas urged, his voice steady and measured. "Don't stop now."
"I see Roderick's house," the boy continued, his voice growing more urgent, more alive with every passing moment. "It's tall, made of stone, with ivy crawling up the walls. The lights are on inside… he's there. He doesn't know what's coming."
"Not yet," Silas whispered, his grin widening. His gaze bore into the boy as if he could see the same vision unfolding. The excitement in the boy's tone was contagious, and Silas thrived on it, feeding off the fear and exhilaration coursing through the young summoner.
The boy's eyes tightened further as the creature crept closer to its target. "It's so quiet… no one's out. The void creature is so fast… no one even notices it as it moves. It's—it's climbing the wall now, heading for the window." His voice was breathless, his excitement growing with each word. He could feel the creature's claws digging into the stone, its long limbs carrying it effortlessly up the side of the house. "I can hear it… the scratching of its claws, the soft creak of the stone beneath its weight."
"And how does that make you feel?" Silas asked, his tone calm but with a dangerous edge, as though testing the boy's resolve. He leaned in slightly, his gaze sharp. "Knowing that you've sent death itself to his doorstep?"
The boy hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in his expression. But then, the thrill surged within him again, overpowering any sense of guilt or hesitation. "Powerful," he whispered, almost as if admitting a shameful secret. "I feel… powerful."
"Good," Silas murmured approvingly. "That is the feeling you must learn to embrace. The void answers to you. It is your tool, your weapon. Use it without hesitation."