[Magus]

Where to begin, Void wondered idly as he drifted from room to room, looking for his first victim. The magic-fearing bar woman would make an amusing toy, but then again, the illicit couple two doors over demanded a rude awakening as well. So much to do…so little time.

Hmm…what was this? He sensed magic. Powerful magic. The hunger arose suddenly, threatening to overtake him. Damn…he felt like a human, controlled by their inner lusts and petty emotions. It didn’t used to be like this. But nowadays he could hardly keep himself from draining Aerie’s magical essence as she slept. No, he would not be controlled. He would not give in, no matter the cost.

Still, he was intrigued. What was potent magic doing in this little backwater? No harm in just looking. He vanished into the wall, finding himself in the room of a warrior. A suit of full plate lied neatly on a clean makeshift dresser, flashing silver in the moonlight from the room’s small window. Against the back wall, within arm’s reach of the sleeping man, were propped a sword and shield, the sources of the strong magical energy Void had sensed. The man twisted and turned in his sleep, and vivid scenes of death and torment flashed in Void’s mind as he observed.

That sword…it looked familiar. It glowed faintly as he drew closer. Yes…this magic…he remembered it from a time when his lust for magic was like that of a child for sweets, rather than the obsession it was now. It had been a curiosity then, nothing more. Now it seemed to call to him, tempting him with its sweet energies, coursing through it like life’s blood, pulsing with delicious vigor. Crying out to be absorbed and savored, to finally be made one with a being that valued its aromatic fragrance, its exquisite flavor. He drifted even closer. Yes, it was best this way, after all. The foolish human would never know what happened. He would never know…

As a shadow smothers the light, Void flew forward to wrap himself around the now brightly glowing sword.