“YOU ARE MINE NOW AND FOREVERMORE. GIVE UP. GIVE UP AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE. THE BLOODLINE IS DESTINED TO THE FATE OF THE CANDLE, TO HAVE THEIR FIRE BURN FROM WITHIN THEM UNCEASING UNTIL THEY CAN NO LONGER WITHHOLD IT AND BURN THEIR LIFE’S FIRE CONTINUOUSLY AS THEIR MUSCLES TURN TO WAX AND THEIR PROUD SCALES FALL OFF. THEIRS IS THE DAMNATION OF WATCHING, HELPLESS, AS THEIR VERY FLESH MELTS AWAY AS WAX FROM A CANDLE, THE WICK OF WHICH IS THEIR OWN MAWS.” Her voice was everywhere at once, their bodies shaking with the force of it. Spike couldn’t move, Whirlwind’s tired legs finally gave out from underneath him, and Handy seemed frozen in place. The crystal above strained again, the one noise that seemed to cut through the screaming air.