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 Slowly, very slowly, the blues and greens around him blur into vision. He tries to squeeze his eyelids together to help him focus, but they are gone. Images in his mind, varied, inconsistent, incoherent images fade away. Like thoughts, memories, but uncontrolled…. Sleep. He must have been. Could he? Animals slept. Humans slept. Vampire’s didn’t though. Recollections started to come back. Yes, vampire’s didn’t. But he wasn’t a vampire, not anymore. He was not certain of much, but he was quite certain of that. After the pain, after… Kain? Yes, he had slipped into the spirit realm, and… yes, he had collapsed. Must have lost consciousness. What a strange experience, being unconscious, unaware… Oh gods. The REAVER. I am… I will be… He shuddered, felt cold all over. The Old One’s declaration came to the front of his mind. “Know this! You are mine for eternity, you have always been, and will always be, my Soul Reaver!” Damn, damn, damn it all, damn the whole damn planet to hell. The urge was there, and it was strong. Escape, get away, get as far away from THAT thing, that REAVER as possible. Care for the inevitable and paradoxical was not in his mind. Just escape. Escape. Maybe Janos… Janos… maybe he can help. Yes, Janos, he will know. Must get the heart to Janos, must… get… to… Janos. He stands up, and sees the blue glowing portal flickering gently against the dark background. Slowly, cautiously, he enters it and… Does nothing. Shift. Shift! Nothing. Raziel remembered, it seemed so easy to do. Then. Now. Damn, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t shift. Damn! The Reaver had taken some of him. Some portion of him was missing, some memories, some… The ability to shift was gone. 
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