| Viktor struggled to contain himself after the unexpected impact with Aasiyah, and shuddered at the question asked of him by Quietstorm.
"I am plagued by a curse...I left my home to avoid bringing it down upon the heads of my family...I have been traveling for a long time, and if what you say of our bearings is true...for a very long distance."
Viktor paused, the light that still burnt from Auric's weapon searing into eyes that hadn't witnessed a sunrise in over a year. He found himself growing angry in spite of himself.
"Put that fire out! I asked you nicely, and I did indeed give you my name!"
On impulse Viktor lashed out with his arm, the demonic manifestation exploding forth from it and becoming more solid. The appendage stretched out towards Auric, easily covering the 9 feet that separated them, to grab firm hold of the blade that sang with flame, then retracted. The unearthly force coupled with how sudden the move was yanked the sword out of Auric's hand, bringing it back a few feet before releasing it and embedding it into the ground. val'Kishtar's arm retreated back into Viktor's as quickly as it had sprang forth, and Viktor clasped his arm to his chest once more.
Instantly calm again, and his face showcasing a mixture of embarassment and shame, Viktor shielded his arm beneath his cloak...it was no longer a choice of whether or not to tell them of his curse.
"I-I apologize...it is the nature of my curse...I am plagued by the presence of a demon inhabiting my flesh, the great demon val'Kishtar. I left my village to save my family from his wrath, which expresses itself through the appearance of a shadow of his arm through mine...I have difficulty controlling it, and have been wandering at night for over a year, staying away from other men as best I can. I apologize again for my rash actions, and if you wish I will take my leave of you."
Still huddled over his arm, Viktor turned to leave the group that had gathered. |