• Jasper stumbles out of woods in a sort of stupor. His black robes have begin to stain red with his own blood. His twin blades, however are clean, save the many scratches. Try as he might, he cant get up from his own strength. Fear starts to grip him as he frantically looks around him. Jasper finally musters up the strength to get up, only to hear, what he thought, pure evil.
    "Tsk, Tsk. You, my friend, are tough. It really has been a good time. But, I see your getting very tired, so I would like to propose a deal. I kill you, and you get to revel in the fact you proved me a challenge."
    Jasper coughs. "You....you think I'm done? My friend...you are sadly mistaken. I..." Jasper coughs up blood. "I have been...quite enjoying this little 'game' we play. Although, i must confess, I have been hiding something..."
    The voice rushes from the shadows and grabs Jasper. It is, what appears to be, a werewolf. His claws have been reinforced with serrated blades, and he wears some crude armor. His fur is a grayish-black color, his eyes stark red. He gives a chuckle.
    "My friend, you are becoming quite a thorn in my plans. 5 times i have come to this wood, and 5 times have you been here to stop me. Although i might not have been here per se every time, i have enjoyed your fancy footwork from afar."
    The figure puts a claw against Jasper's throat. He lets a small, sly smile.
    "Your minions.... prove to be very, shall we say, silly, in their attempts to get here. Frontal charges, sorcery, all prove quite futile on my domain. Yet, you....Dæron....you radiate something i quite enjoy." Jasper again coughs up blood. He seems to be quite full of energy, for a man that has lost plenty of blood. Dæron smirks, and throws Jasper onto the ground. He paces around Jasper, talking.
    "Oh, the fun hasn't even begun to start. This little Bloodwell you guard, it makes me feel alive every time I'm within its proximity." He points to the ground. "I know that you know where it is, wench. I will find it. You will lead me to it. But you, as stubborn as you are, you refuse to feed from it. Your prowess over me weakens every day. Soon I shall be able to capture you." Dæron's voice deepens, with a growling undertone. "And when I do, oh I dream of the day, i shall torture you. Make you feel pain you would never think possible, make you wish you could die. Then, when your on the brink of death, you shall provide me with what I want, need, to know."
    Jasper Spits at his feet. "I would rather rot in the pits of hell, suffer an eternity of agony, deface the name of the Anti-Christ at his feet, than be captured by you, Dæron. You are but a humble servant, a lowly peasant, a whore, to this power you seek. It would simply kill you where you stood if it had the power. But that's why i stand here, on this hallowed ground, in front of you. I am an incarnate of this power, standing here only to stop those like you who wish to slaughter, to plunder, to rape whatever you can get your bloody hands on. "
    Dæron fur starts to become pale, he stares at Jasper, wide eyed, as he levitates off the ground. His eyes have become crimson red, and the blood on his robes starts to seep out ans swirl around him.
    Dæron start cautiously stepping back. "Y-y-you are a-" He screaches in terror as blood seeps from every opening. His screach morphs into an unearthly howl, as he turns ever more pale. Jasper Smirks as Dæron howls. "Looks who is reveling in who's defeat. Cockiness gets even the best man at his worst scenario, and this is where you are. Mere steps from your goal, your prize, yet your dumbfound logic has killed you. You should've figured by now, I, I am a Hemomagi He clenches his now outstretched hands, and Dæron lets out a bloodcurdling howl. It lasted only a moment before his blood shot out of his body, almost obliterating his body entirely. His Skeleton was all that remained, and it hit the ground with a thump. The blood was formed into a ball, and Jasper guided back to him. Opening his hand, the blood dispersed among his wounds on his body. They quickly healed, and the excess blood drained into the ground. Jasper slowly returned to the ground from his levitation, and picked up his blades.
    "How i revel in blood."