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Chapter 5

The thirst was all encompassing, all other sensations pressed into a tangled dull
throbbing mass in the recesses of his mind. Cserlich had said, "Now sleep, surrender,
and be born anew as one of my mindless thralls." Laisren had not given over to the
power of the Vampyre Lord though, the might of his mind, the years of dedication
to the manupliations of negative energy, his faith in the Cross Splitting Mauls had
all proven out in the strength he displayed in overcoming the allure of the Vampyre.
The thirst was all encompassing. The Shadow Lord had accompanied him to the Church,
he spoke to Laisren now and again, his words muted against the excruciating call of
every fiber of his being screaming out to feed.

--But built anew, by blood, we live.-- Laisren remembered the inscription in the
catacombs. The intensity of the moment he had torn through the veil of the Vampyre's
will he had been built anew. As a mortal, he had thought himself superior to all
others, as an Undead, he knew he was superior to all others. His features had
sharpened, and he felt even more affinity for the darkness and subterranean caves of
his ancestors. He had become more nimble and even more commanding.

The thirst was all encompassing. Laisren would leverage his newfound powers to feed
it, to stoke the fires of the Imperial armies, to rule.