"Are you sure you wish to try this?" coldly stated the older necromancer with very little sincere caring. He was standing just inside the entryway of an unidentifiable underground room.
"Why? Do you think I may fail?" inquired Abel while kneeling in the center of the room. Two zombies entered as they carried a corpse hidden within the confines of a dark canvas bag. Their movements were very deliberate although their faces led one to believe they weren't even there.
"I expect you to fail. Very few have accomplished this feat," replied Abel's elder. His limited expressive capability showed curiosity and interest.
"Thank you for the words of encouragement," Abel said with heavy sarcasm. The zombies dropped the corpse in the darkness before him and exited hurriedly. With that Abel closed his eyes and and became very still.
The older necromancer studied Abel's demeanor then began to circle the room while watching inquisitively. When directly behind Abel he peered over his shoulder then continued his pacing. As he came within eyeshot of Abel's face again he was startled to see his former apprentice with a quite evil expression and his eyes wide open. Abel stared directly ahead with menacing intensity. The older of the two followed Abel's eyes in an attempt to realize what he was looking at, but saw nothing there.
Abel quietly began saying and repeated a foreign, mysterious phrase again and again. After what seemed like a few quick statements of this mantra a chorus of dark voices began to accompany him. Together they stated the incantation over and over like it was the only thing they knew how to say. Their combined cry quickened with each pronunciation while the sound they generated crescended to an incredible volume.
As the older necromancer reexamined Abel's face he noticed that Abel had stopped mouthing the words that so loudly penetrated his ear. Just as the noise was about to become unbearable it stopped much quicker than it came. Abel swooned and fell to floor immediately.
"I knew he could not succeed," pronounced the elder of the two.
Suddenly Abel raised his head and looked directly at his naysayer.
"Did you?" he said sarcastically. A hideous creature of a vampire stepped forward out of the darkness. Although quite monstrous its appearance also possessed the quality of a newborn foal.
"I never doubted myself," said Abel through a thick grin and exhausted, heavy breaths. His attention now turned to the addition to the scene.
"Don't look so confused, my blessed creation. I believe I shall call you "Puritan", since you are originally created, pure, and not tainted by centuries of mixing with the blood of humans," advised Abel.
The newly born vampire journeyed the room erratically with his eyes. He seemed rather overcome with nervousness. Without warning he leapt forward and tossed Abel aside with a growl. Before anyone could realize what had transpired he was out of the room.
The older necromancer's look of amazement transfigured itself into smugness.
"It appears your blessed Puritan didn't take a liking to you," he said.
"He'll be back," assured Abel.
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