Curse
The Hisper grinned. It had teleported itself deep below to a dias in the middle of Craiss Caverns. A quiet place, full of knowledge...and blood. Craiss wasn't peaceful at all, really. And it was time for it to take its place, no longer a ghost, but a full-blown Spirit, able to finally kill the boy who had so much of its power and take over those pathetic ones it was bonded to.
It held four tiny vials of blood up and then smashed each at a different corner of the circle. "Blood of the stars to seal the strength, blood of the thief to bind it, blood of the child to take back the shared and blood of me to gain it." The dark red liquid trickled through thin lines to form a complex pattern, first lighting and then glowing, forming an odd, hazy aura in the air. There was a low hum in the air. Something was happening, now, and only Curse knew exactly what. Being nonphysical, he was never to evolve, to become his next form. Now? He would.
"And blood of me to gain it."
The last line, repeated. It would finally let him kill those pathetic beings, and he would be strong. He'd find the source of the whispers in the places dark even to him and kill them. None would stand before him. He was small now, yes, but he would become a bloody giant when this was over.
The humming intensified. He would black out soon. He couldn't stay awake, for his body was literally ripping apart to reconfigure stronger, better.
And so the darkness surrounded him.
"I am your Judgement. Repent."