Raven's Soul. Volume 2 - стр. 14

Something in that closet had attracted my demonic essence. Something dark, ancient, demanding blood.

A hunch flashed through my mind, and putting my palm to the keyhole, I opened the door easily: my strength increased. The dark energy emanating from one of the objects in the closet brought them back to me.

Opening the door silently, praying that the old mage wouldn't stop reading his book, I intuitively touched the long, narrow sword, seemingly simple and even boring, but as soon as my skin touched the cold steel, I sighed noisily, fighting the lust for murder and blood that gripped my entire being.

– It's here…" my lips whispered soundlessly.

– Sylvia? What are you doing in there? – Evans' voice came from behind me, but it sounded as muffled as if I were under the water of a lake of fire, and he was standing on a rocky shore, trying to tell me something.

Dark energy was beating in my veins, as if it had displaced my blood. Terrible bloody scenes stood before my eyes, and screams of pain and fear rang in my ears, like the ones I'd heard when Derek was killing my people…

"Derek… Murderer and usurper! I will destroy you and your brats! I will make all you wretched humans suffer as my subjects have suffered, and weep as the mothers who took refuge in our palace but lost their children did! It was you who killed them! And you will answer for every life you took! Rivers of blood will flood the streets of your cities, and your corpses will be the food of crows…" – I muttered, gripping the blade of the Dead Man's Axe tightly and feeling the pleasure of what I was seeing in my head. The murders, the blood and the horrors brought me joy, but suddenly it all began to fade, fading into the distance, and soon disappeared altogether. The darkness was gone, and I was surprised to find myself lying on the floor, with Evans standing over me, steel claws in hand. His face was pale and nervous.

– What… What happened? – I groaned, my right arm aching, the one I'd landed on when I'd hit the bare wooden floor.

– I don't know, Sylvia, but you said things in such a frightening voice that I had to act," Evans told me in a hard tone, still clutching his gun. – You said you were going to destroy Derek and all the people… About rivers of blood and corpses flooding the streets of Kaldwind…" He squinted his eyes and asked in a calmer tone, "What was that? What was that madness that seized you?

– It wasn't madness, it was what's hidden in the Dead Man's Hammer," I explained hastily, rising to my feet. Once again, I approached the cupboard, but not daring to touch it or the sword, I said quietly: – Here it is. This is the weapon we were looking for....

– It's a sword, not an axe," Evans grinned incredulously.

– Believe me, my friend, I know what I'm talking about," I said with pressure, and stepped away from the cabinet as the grave cold began to envelop me again. – It's him! Are you saying I've been telling horrible things? It was that damned sword that made me see and want it all! When I touched it, it was like I turned into something… Something hungry for blood and death!

– I told you a demoness shouldn't get her hands on that weapon! If you hadn't stopped their dark bond in time, your girlfriend would have destroyed us all and then done everything she said she would! – Alviss's indignant voice came from behind the counter, and then he appeared before us, his eyes burning with hatred, his hands clenched into small fists, and despite his small stature, he looked menacing.