Post by sadriel on Oct 21, 2010 18:56:01 GMT -5
It was the early hours of the morning, long after most people had gone to sleep, yet sufficiently before the coming dawn had yet begun to lighten the sky. A skeletal being stood perfectly still, overseeing the work of his minions. Few came by this place of rest even during the day, so it was unlikely anyone would disturb the greater inferius in his work.
Though he commanded a decently sized force of what had formerly been Azrael's army, Sadriel only brought a small handful with him tonight. Fewer bodies meant greater secrecy. At present, he had tasked his minions with digging up recently buried victims of the constant war and strife that unceasingly plagued Magical Spain.
Though he was nowhere near the power of a fully-grown witch or wizard, Sadriel had been gifted with a piece of Azrael's magic upon his creation. It was this spark that allowed him intelligence and free will. It also granted him limited ability to use some of the magic that Azrael himself had used. In particular, he possessed the means of creating new inferi from the corpses of the recently slain.
Though initially content with simply fighting a ceaseless war against his brother greater inferi after his liberation from Azrael's control, recent events had unsettled the undead lord. Someone, a little girl had somehow found a way to control one of his brothers. Working now under the fear that others might also discover this potential, he sought to swell the numbers of those under his command. He had only just regained his freedom and did not wish to lose it so soon.
Already, his minions had unearthed nearly a dozen corpses. Satisfied with his current haul, he gave a mental urging to his minions to fill in the holes they had dug and sling a corpse or two over their shoulders. Finding his way back to the ruins or the Triangle Tunnel or some secluded place in the countryside was the objective now. There he would reanimate these corpses and outfit them in a motley assortment of stolen items. Abaddon and Sandalphon might have always had the most numerous of Azrael's rank and file troops under their control, but Sadriel had chosen to specialize those few whom he commanded. He had taken every opportunity to steal arms and armor for his inferi to use. Of particular importance were any sort of flame-retardant outfits or vests. Though archaic armor would make his forces look much more imposing, minions looking like poorly-dressed firemen were much more durable and could kill a man just as easily.
Hopefully he would make good on his escape before anyone discovered his presence.
Though he commanded a decently sized force of what had formerly been Azrael's army, Sadriel only brought a small handful with him tonight. Fewer bodies meant greater secrecy. At present, he had tasked his minions with digging up recently buried victims of the constant war and strife that unceasingly plagued Magical Spain.
Though he was nowhere near the power of a fully-grown witch or wizard, Sadriel had been gifted with a piece of Azrael's magic upon his creation. It was this spark that allowed him intelligence and free will. It also granted him limited ability to use some of the magic that Azrael himself had used. In particular, he possessed the means of creating new inferi from the corpses of the recently slain.
Though initially content with simply fighting a ceaseless war against his brother greater inferi after his liberation from Azrael's control, recent events had unsettled the undead lord. Someone, a little girl had somehow found a way to control one of his brothers. Working now under the fear that others might also discover this potential, he sought to swell the numbers of those under his command. He had only just regained his freedom and did not wish to lose it so soon.
Already, his minions had unearthed nearly a dozen corpses. Satisfied with his current haul, he gave a mental urging to his minions to fill in the holes they had dug and sling a corpse or two over their shoulders. Finding his way back to the ruins or the Triangle Tunnel or some secluded place in the countryside was the objective now. There he would reanimate these corpses and outfit them in a motley assortment of stolen items. Abaddon and Sandalphon might have always had the most numerous of Azrael's rank and file troops under their control, but Sadriel had chosen to specialize those few whom he commanded. He had taken every opportunity to steal arms and armor for his inferi to use. Of particular importance were any sort of flame-retardant outfits or vests. Though archaic armor would make his forces look much more imposing, minions looking like poorly-dressed firemen were much more durable and could kill a man just as easily.
Hopefully he would make good on his escape before anyone discovered his presence.