"That's the Uncle that I remember from so many years ago," Nyrielle said, a smile blossoming on her lips that revealed her own wickedly sharp fangs. "Welcome back Uncle Tausau," she said, withdrawing her power from the older vampire.
The technique she used was still incredibly crude and there was much that she didn't understand. She had spent nearly two centuries learning to understand the soul and how to destroy it. Her shadow claws could pierce to the core of a person's being, withering away the thoughts and passions that defined them one at a time just as easily as shredding their innermost self in an instant, leaving nothing behind but a tattered and broken shell of a person. She understood destruction very well.
