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[Waking slowly, the first thing Cain was aware of was that this was not his bed. Or not the bed he should be in. It was far too white and clinical to be a hotel room in Londinium; in fact, it looked suspiciously like a hospital.
Hospital...
An explosion, death... Discedo! His mouth twisted into a sneer as he recalled the idiotic peaceful fool that had been running around this world before, so weak as to be broken by the mere mention of a fraction of 01's glorious reign. So easily broken that one piece of falling building had put paid to his useless terran life for the second time.
Well no more.
They were hungry, they were angry. They were alive.
All those who had seen him when he was, when they had been... they would regret the affection of their putrid, bleeding terran hearts.
Soon.
For now he must undo the damage that had been done when the pathetic host body had been running free, it would not do for the world to turn so completely against him when there was no statis here to keep his delicate body together.
Worse, he felt weak. The limitations of this chip cutting off the support usually offered his deteriorating molecular stucture, stopping him releasing even the most minor shows of power.
That would have to be one of the first things remedied... but for now...
Pasting a look of frightened shock onto his face, he allowed a quaver to enter his voice as he opened the communicator.]
C-Can anyone read me? This is Cain Knightlord, I think... there was an accident? An explosion?
...Hello?
Hospital...
An explosion, death... Discedo! His mouth twisted into a sneer as he recalled the idiotic peaceful fool that had been running around this world before, so weak as to be broken by the mere mention of a fraction of 01's glorious reign. So easily broken that one piece of falling building had put paid to his useless terran life for the second time.
Well no more.
They were hungry, they were angry. They were alive.
All those who had seen him when he was, when they had been... they would regret the affection of their putrid, bleeding terran hearts.
Soon.
For now he must undo the damage that had been done when the pathetic host body had been running free, it would not do for the world to turn so completely against him when there was no statis here to keep his delicate body together.
Worse, he felt weak. The limitations of this chip cutting off the support usually offered his deteriorating molecular stucture, stopping him releasing even the most minor shows of power.
That would have to be one of the first things remedied... but for now...
Pasting a look of frightened shock onto his face, he allowed a quaver to enter his voice as he opened the communicator.]
C-Can anyone read me? This is Cain Knightlord, I think... there was an accident? An explosion?
...Hello?