<span style="color: #FFFFBF">White was scared, what was happening reminded her of what happened when Havoc found Mallory's suicide note. He too was stunned at first, and then used every ounce of his dark energy to get to her before she killed herself. Everyone saw him use the illegal form of magic that day, and he still didn't make it to her. White moved to comfort Auxana, but she soared of first, dragging White with her. As Auxana used so much magic White felt weak, she crashed as Auxana did and threw up some black energy before going off again. White tried to tell her to slow down but seeing her look demonic she knew she probably shouldn't. They went off again and this time landed softly, which she was grateful for. White hugged Auxana now and tried to comfort her. "We will find him, we just have to focus, we-" Suddenly White felt a presence she had never wanted to come across again. "Mommy, we need to go, right now."</span>It was too late, he was now towering over her.<br/><br/>At first it looked like Havoc, but it didn't feel like him. This man lacked an air of kindness and compassion that Havoc had. This man was also older looking, more masculine, with a beard, greying hair and seemed like he was judging you for just breathing. Auxana would have recognised him from the red force she had once fought. Red energy then flowed through the nearby ground, which then rose up at his beckoning and he held it up threateningly. "Why did you tear up our caravan, child you better have a good reason for destroying my property." There was then a glow of light blue energy behind him as someone who was young and androgynous looking lept in between the two of them. Auxana would recognise her as Chrysy from the vision when she kissed Havoc.<br/><br/>She was nervous and it wasn’t easy for her to stand up to the man. "Mr. Newcastle, she’s obviously hurt, she might not be thinking well right now. She needs help, I’m going to heal her a little, if you want you can make sure we’re still on the right track to finding Havoc while you wait." Her voice was kind and soothing as she bent down and went to heal her wounds. “What happened, are you okay?” Mr. Newcastle didn’t move, just stood cross armed while staring at them. He didn’t seem happy with the situation, but he knew that his son wouldn’t be so keen to see him but Chrysy would be able to calm him down convince him to talk it out, so he played nice. Chrysy stayed with him because he had a way of tracking Havoc, and she wanted to find Havoc so bad to deal with being around a man that scared the crap out of her.<br/><br/>---------<br/>The slavers stopped as they came across a carriage that was being attacked by a young cyclops, it turned towards them in a rage. Some of the men moved to kill the thing, but the second in command stopped them. He was a large minotaur and he spoke with malice. “Lyara says this boy has the kind of power the general wants, worth keeping him under spell, let him prove it, or die trying.” Havoc’s body turned to face the cyclops alone, as he summoned up dark energy Havoc felt just a little bit in control due to this being something they both wanted to do, it was just enough to decide how the cyclops died. Havoc wanted to because it was good to use it as an outlet for the mania as it was tearing at him, having so much energy while trapped, able to do nothing.<br/><br/>Havoc caused the grass around them to die and turn into dark energy joining the amount he still had from the other times. He then concentrated on the cyclops, two constructs were then made by it’s head, they plunged blades into it’s eyes instantly. It screamed in pain and ripped the constructs aside, he then made another construct and had it slice at it’s hamstring, while he made another slam into it’s back. It tumbled forward onto it’s face right in front of him, he then used up the last of his dark energy to have large skeletal hands grab at his hand and legs. While it was stuck he walked over to it with a stone cold face. Havoc would have killed it painlessly, but he was hoping if he had more power he would be able to fight the control. Draining a living creature, especially a larger one, always allowed him to convert it’s life force into a lot of dark energy. He pressed his hand onto the cyclops head, he screamed as it’s skin decayed, he kept at it for a while until there was nothing but ash. The slavers around him stared in awe, he was full of so much energy, it only made things worse. He felt so powerful but could do nothing except what they wanted.<br/><br/>Some of the slavers slapped him on the back and told him come join them in raiding the carriage, so he did. The minotaur then told him to drag the people who owned the carriage to him. He did that too, even though they were injured, couldn’t stop himself. The minotaur looked them up and down, deemed them useless. “Kill them.” Havoc hesitated, but then moved forward and summoned a blade. Then he heard a little girl scream. “Mama, Dada!” He saw the girl that reminded him of Mallory when she was a kid strain against the bars of the cage she was in. Havoc fought hard, with every ounce of his being, not to do it. All his body did was turn to the succubus, who was standing nearby, she looked at him with a sad look, but nodded and mouthed, ‘do it.’’ His body swung the sword, killing first the mother then the father, he could hear the girl crying. In his mind he raged, ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want to, I’m too weak, I can’t even do what’s right. But they will pay, they’ll all pay, the whole world needs a cleansing. I will save all the energy I can so I can make the world burn as it deserves.’ He couldn’t see the good in anything anymore, he was too manic, all he could do was plan to cause the most damage he possibly could. There was a pain at his back, Mallory looked at his mental image and there was a metallic spine that was ripping through his skin, it glowed black and red. She was scared, she had tried speaking to him, everytime he screamed in anger at her that nothing would stop him from making them pay. She knew what she had to do, ‘I’m sorry’ she thought.<br/><br/>The slavers went on, going at great speeds, but eventually they settled down, giving the beasts a break. The Succubus called him away from the others, to a place out of sight from everyone else, he wasn’t sure why. Only anger and hatred was on his mind so he didn’t think of why she would want him alone. She spoke soothingly and seductively, “I’m very proud of you, taking down the cyclops, and doing that sad deed of killing that girl’s parents.” The mention of it sent his mental self into a horrible rage, which was only increased by the kiss she provided. “You’ve done everything just right, even Kormag is pleased with you. I thought maybe we should celebrate such things.” She then reached down into his pants, and then gasped at finding nothing, which made Havoc laugh cruelly in his mind. ‘Guess you can’t rape me you miserable bitch.’ He had never been happy about his deformation until right then.  She made him strip down and marveled at his inhuman body. “No wonder it was hard to gain control at first, you're not a man, or a women, you're just an it.” She traced her fingers across his back along the metallic spine that was there now. Havoc mentally spat at her. ‘I’m Havoc, you’re the one that’s not a person, you’re disgusting, an abomination, a disease that needs to be purged from this world, and I mean to do it.’ He was however surprised at the spine, now that he could see it, ‘What have they done to me, is what<br/>they make me do turning me into a monster? Fine, once this monster is freed, nothing will stop it.’<br/><br/>Then what happened next was a horror to him, she lowered her own skirt. “I guess this will just have to do.” She made his body do what he hadn’t meant to with Auxana. He felt it was like a betrayal to her, he was powerless as he watched himself give pleasure that sickened him. He got dressed and left her after she was completely satisfied, his body had no order to leave, but her having been distracted gave him a little power. Enough to get away from her, he looked at the girl he had decided was Mallory’s reincarnation.<br/><br/>Then he heard a voice, not aloud but in his head. It was his father. “Wow, never thought I’d see the day that you’d become as bad as me.” Havoc screamed at him. “I’M NOTHING LIKE YOU!” He scoffed, “You’re right, you’re worse, you killed that girl’s parents while she watched. You pleasured and are helping people I could never be as evil as. Your one of them and you just sit here and let it happen.” Havoc’s black eyes began filling with a little white and spoke with sadness. “I can’t stop it, I’ve tried to kill her, to stop this, but I can’t.” His father put a hand on Havoc, speaking with a somber voice. “Maybe trying to kill her is the wrong thing, you’ll never be able to fight her straight on, but here, away from her, maybe, just maybe there is one thing you could do to stop it all. You know what I’m talking about, it can’t be so bad if your beloved sister did it. You’ve caused a lot of pain, look, even now that poor girl cries. Only you can put a stop to it, do it now while your rage is dulled.” Only his father could get him to think about suicide, he could have that effect on people. Havoc’s body trembled, a blade appeared in his hand, he readied it in front of himself.<br/><br/>He hesitated as Auxana came to mind, how could he help her if he was dead? He couldn’t let his actions hurt her. His father spoke again. “You couldn’t even stop yourself from killing the girl’s parents, and you think you can help Auxana? What if you do find her like this, what then.” Havoc closed his eyes, tears filling his eyes, ‘I’m sorry, this is for the best.’ He then heard in his mind a quiet whimper, ‘help.’ He couldn’t ignore a cry for help, not if he could. He had this tugging feeling towards the back of carriage, he noticed that the little girl wasn’t in the cage, he quickened his step. He came around to see one of the slavers holding the girl while trying to take his pants off. Havoc’s body spoke with less anger than he felt. “What are you doing?” The man whirled around and spoke through clenched teeth. “None of your business go back to Lyara, now.” He fought not to let his body leave, it began to turn hesitantly, him saying his name was what made it so hard. Then he saw pink energy come from the little girl and connect to his own magic. She appeared in his mind and embraced his mental image. “I forgive you for killing my parents, I know it wasn’t your doing. Please help me now, just concentrate on the idea that Lyara doesn’t want to see the slaves damaged.” His body turned with renewed confidence. “Lyara doesn’t like damaged property, you’re the one disobeying, the sentence is death.” The man clutched his chest, then a construct burst out of it, gore going everywhere. The girl muffled her scream and then said. “Thank you, you are a good person deep down. You just have to remember that until you get free, and we will, no matter how bad things get, you have to remember good things do come.” She had felt his sadness, his pain, that was her power, to feel what others did. Havoc had felt her sadness too, her pain, but somehow she had hope to, he didn’t know why, but it gave him some to.<br/><br/>_________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/>Kryban noticed her shiver after talking about doing the dreaming, which gave him an idea to make it more comfortable for her. But first he sighed, “It wasn’t pride… And I’m only stubborn when it comes to doing what’s right.” Then he had a short argument with Carmichael in a different language. Kryban then smiled and guided Norah to the circle of vampires, sitting down with her. “Okay, so usually one person breathes in the vapors of the guide, and then everyone else breathes in the vapors of the watchers. However I’ve convinced Carmichael to allow you to breathe in the vapors of the actor. What this all means is we’ll all breathe in from our pipes. I will provide what we all dream, you will experience first hand be able to act as you would in reality, while the others experience it as through the dreamer’s, my, point of view. I will not be able to act as you do, I will not realize it’s a dream and may not even be perceiving things from my body.” Carmichael spoke the same language to the rest of the vampires before handing a pipe to Kryban and then one to Norah, then smoked from one himself before passing it on. Carmichael began chanting, some of the others joining, Kryban began to seem out of it after he smoked from his pipe.<br/><br/>Once Norah smoked from her pipe, she would fall into a trance. The world would fade before her, replaced by a grassy field leading up to a nice two story home. Laughing could be heard around the corner, two children ran out playing, but moved almost in slow motion. Kryban followed and scooped them both up in his arms, he looked happier than she had ever seen him. He hugged them close then waved his hand for her to come over, giving her this huge grin. “I’ve got all my favorite people around me, everything’s perfect. Why don’t I make you guy’s dinner inside?”