Samantha continued to hold her beloved's neck with steady hand as he continued to drink the now cooling blood which would soon grow unpleasent upon his pallate. Her gaze remained upon his handsome face, her eyes filled with concern and worry.

She knew Domotrix was outside the door awaiting them but he was a far off thought at this moment for all that consumed her was here before her eyes.

Members had exited the room. They glanced over to the demon with strange eyes, for they knew not of whom he was nor any of his motives. This known incentive within the neutral tension in the air didn't prompt him to answer any of their questions. Or even say the slightest word or gesture. Not even a wave, or brief eye contact was gifted. With the growing absence of the Creed's service decreasing in number from the vicinity, Empyreal would assume a better health had found the two inside.

He could hear a firmer tone in the bass of Samantha's now conscious voice. But he did not enter. Not a look up to focus upon the entrance of the room. Only his eyes, closed as the mild breeze of passers touched his sierra silver locks momentarily. They would pass by studying him. His armor, his weapons, his features. Was he a vampire just like them? It would appear to the lesser ranked eye.

Thoughts raced through the catacombs of his mind as a steady noiseless breath went in and out of his lungs repeatedly. He was not asleep, but more over paying attention to the happenings of the previous room, although not present in it.

Legendary Shinto daikatana rest upon his lap, now gripped by the resting grasp of onyx gauntlet arms. His visage aiming towards the ceiling, though rubies were shut, discarding the decor of the roof's architecture. Lost briefly in his own world mayhap.

Her words came to him as if through a dream, echoing through the depths of his mind, his subconscious taking over his actions. Parched lips met the warm blood of the Acolyte inside the chalice, and began to pour into his mouth slowly, coating the throat. His neck started to pulse as muscle control was reestablished and the blood now being guided to his innards.

Weakened eyes opened to the world, looking about to find his beloved. They found her. Rather, her bosom. With a soft chuckle, Kain averted his eyes up to where her eyes would meet his once she leaned back down to look upon his face. And she would be greeted by a soft, warm, yet weakened smile while he continued to drink from the chalice.

While the male's head toppled to the floor, landing just at his own feet, his body remained standing, blood pouring from his neck in a torrent, a macabre waterfall of crimson liquid, Samantha turned to the side away from the altar and spotted a crystal chalise within arms reach. With movements almost to quick to see her hand held the vessel against the male's chest, the blood flowing into the cup until collapsing to the floor in a heap.

With continued swift movements and only the well being of her love guiding her she found herself facing Kain, her hand beneath his neck while guiding the cup to parched lips. "Drink my love, it will give you enough strength to find a soul in which you trully need to feed upon" bending down towards her husband, she pressed soft lips to his forehead telling him of her love while continuing to coax him to drink of the nourishment he so needed.

Indeed Samantha did know what her beloved needed. Just as the last of the acolytes were about the exit the alter room she called out to a middle aged male with greying hair. "You there, you are being called upon to serve The Creed. Come stand here beside the altar" sitting up slowly with head still throbbing she pointed to the other side of the altar indicating where the male should stand.

Once the male stood where indicated, pride and honor at his service showing within his eyes, she slid down off the altar and made her way around to the other side, with each step she took her blade made it's way into her hand, slender digits wrapping around the hilt once again. "For you my love...feed" once her words passed crimson lips her arm swung into motion, blade landing against the male's neck, promptly severing head from body.

"Thank you... my friend." Kain muttered to Domitrix as he was lifted and placed upon the altar beside his beloved. He passed out after that. Lying unconcious upon the altar, the acolytes gathered around them and performed their healing ceremony, causing the awakening of Samantha. But not Kain.

Though his physical wounds weren't the cause of his weakness, he was bleeding, but the ceremony of the Acolytes had helped in his partial healing. It was his energies that left him weak. He needed to feed. But not just on blood alone.

As Samantha awoke, her eyes would meet a still and unawakened Kain. She would know what was wrong with him, and would be able to get him what he requires. For only she knows what it is.

As Samantha slowly regained consciousness thanks to the well being of many, namely Domitrix as well as her own regenerative abilities she sensed the presence of others, some of which she knew while others she didn't, but strongest of all was that of her love. Her eyelids shot open, her eyes still having a slight dimness in nature they were much more observant and coherant than they had previously been.

With a soft wave of her hand she dismissed all that surrounded them, for it was her job to tend to her beloved, hers and hers alone. Rolling over with the slightest expression of a grimace upon porcelein features, her hair still matted with now dried blood, coal black hues fixed themselves on her love beside her. "Kain?" She asked with tenderness and worry while waiting for a responce.

With everything otherwise verily set into play, and their rehabilitation most prominent, he turned a full half circle. Obsidian robes stalking in light lift of motion, as harmonic pace led them outwards through the door of the room. None of the members seemed asking the demon questions was of much import. Not yet anyways. Their focus was the state of their leaders, as would be under spotlight of the masters of health and their crafts.

Whence Empyreal found exit, he gave a quaint glance down each end of the hallway, not including the perpendicular hall's entrance that rest a few feet away. Infront of his visage, that would soon grant him attention, were a series of benches. With no wish to travel too far, he decided to make himself comfortable upon one of them, pushing the obsidian cloak back as he sat.

The elbows of plated gauntlets leaned against the edges of matching knees as the demon bent forward in his sitting. Digits of armored hands interlocked as they met one another, and pensative stare of vibrant crimson ocules pulsed in the reflection of the marble floors. Domitrix would gaze at his mirrored image. He would wait for them to get better, from that bench. For one to reestablish their vital stand ground, and secondly to apprehend the moves set into play, and how to redeem the momentum of this very risky battle that had just played out.

The hallway of entry didn't have a floor such as the one he was staring at. It was covered in the wet raindrops, skids of armor, and perhaps small trickles of tiny blood splats from the wounds. The light above him would shimmer the sierra silver tresses that rained down the back of his head and snuck into the rest of the robes. A heavy sigh closed his gemstone's lids, leaning backwards to press his head against the back wall, allowing the crystals in the mist of an exhale climb into the nothing of the ambient.

The both were in situations that did not reside within the demon's expert fields, for none of them were healing and such. Only survival, and the tools that he honored that came with the career. Finding a rough spot where Samantha could be left leaning upon her side and not her back, where the injury was present, silent onyx heeled greaves motioned timelessly over to the presence of the other male. He wasn't unconscious, this was good. It helped him perhaps identify the conflict spots of pain on his body.

Rubies shot down as arms concreted their aid towards the pire warrior. No bones seemed broken, but the vulnerability within the great loss of blood that played out was surely detrimental to his immunal systems. It was a wreckless interference, but it did save the lives of millions perhaps, in Cimmeria. Squatting to a nice position of balance, the demon adjusted Kain's arm over his pauldron, and met digits grip upon his wrist, while the other wrapped around the mid back of his torso. Effortlessly, a small upbringing lifted the vampire into an aided stand that mildly dragged the front of his feet along the marble. With no other knowledge of what to do, Domitrix made his way with the male, to place him next to his bethrothed. Only then could their spiritual energies strengthen, and with that in motion, the injuries would seem to hurt less and also be of decreased severity.

There was an audience now. The apparent members of the Creed, a good dozen of them, gathered with furrowed brows to stare at their leader. The Empyreal on the other hand, offered no conversation or instruction. He believed it was pretty obvious what they must have to do next. This time at least, it wouldn't render a sacrifice from his energies.

Making his way into the room with the table and Samantha pedestalled upon it. With delicacy, the forbidden one swung the vampire's arm over, and laid him across the table, to Samantha's left, the direction where she was leaning towards. After that, the crowd of Creed acolytes circled around them, and immediately began working on their revitilization. The demon however, stepped back, becoming lost in the growing crowd of council.

Kain had misjudged his entrance, appearing near the ceiling of the large hallway. His body fell to the floor, the wet documents fluttering to the ground and slapping the marble floor with a slopping sound. He hit the ground hard, landing on his stomach causing him to let out a loud grunt that echoed upon the walls. He was safe. For now.

He felt the presence of his beloved, and began to crawl weakly upon the floor towards her and Domitrix. Words barely escaped his lips as he inched closer and closer. "My... my love. I am here." He was weak, and in desperate need of blood to replenish his energies.

With head throbbing as though drums where playing from within her cranium, eyes begining to move back and forth beneath closed eyelids, while her ears rang insistantly. Groaning softly she felt a familiar presence tending to her, but not the presence of her beloved. Unused to any male's attention in any manner let alone his hands upon her.

Opening her mouth to try and speak words failed to come and she groaned in frustration and pain once again. She knew Domitrix was tending to her wound, but even that was an intimacy that made her uncomfortable, although greatly appreciated. Worry suddenly furrowed her brow as the realization hit her that it wasn't her love, where was Kain that he wasn't looking over her. Her pink tongue slide across her lips releaving them of their parched feeling before she tried to speak, "where is my husband?" She inquired just above a whisper.

As earlier requested, the demon made his form to envelope the femme within the shadows. The events that occurred were too risky, for both the Heralds and the Creed altogether. It was of most fortunate retreat from fathomless exposure that treked the Empyreal to this location. The halls opened up, but his rubies wouldn't necessarily pay mind to the ornate construct and it's interiors. Instead, focal point of visage rest towards hallway's end, searching for a platform or spread that may accomodate the bodice of Samantha in her weakened state.

All this of course, while awaiting the arrival from said Kain. Onyx heeled pace echoed the harmony of pace from the silence of watchful walls. The obsidian robes stalking his frame in the estelle of his stead. Soon enough, without bickering about permission to enter any given room, the front of his left greave lifted to kick open a door that was otherwise unaccessible by the current state of his limbs.

One firm glance to check upon Samantha's status was given before visage gave an intake of new surroundings. New room, one table. The level of seriousness from her injury spoke no offering tribute. He had to find out for himself, and left with no other resort but the preparation of personal sacrificial ritual, unless another party wished to take this lead.

The forbidden one placed her gently upon the table, first by her legs, then her midbody, and lastly her upper back, neck, and head. His hand became a seldom strong pillar for her body, ensuring the lean to a side so that she would not feel the pain of wound to surface in her unconscious state. Maw frowned some as he leaned closer to examine the injury. With the free hand, he swiped the hood from his visage. At an odd grace within the Inner Sanctum of the Creed, a long awaited light shined upon his features. The obsidian cloak's top resting quietly upon the pauldron edges of hellish brigandine.

Kain's soft laughter filled the room as the mist began to sweep away, carrying Kain and Samantha's forms towards their destination. Once the mist departed, the evidence of them even being there was nonexistant, except for the large cornerstone that lay ever present in its new resting place.

"And I love you my dark king." Samantha says softly while rising up to her tip toes, her crimson lips brushing ever so softly and lightly against that of her beloved's with nothing less then all the love she feels for him. "Now let us reunite you and your son while I learn what concoction he has come up with now."

Her mind said it all. She didn't need to say why. "Sorrin. Our son. Oh it'll be so good to see him! I can't wait! Come my love, let's go see our son and see how he's doing. I've been meaning to see him so this will be a great pleasure!" Smiling softly, Kain steps into Samantha and wraps his arms around her. He kisses her softly and with a proud smile on his face. "I love you my darling queen. Forever and always." With the same smile, his pride beamed off his face as a black mist began to swirl around them, and will swoop them away as soon as Samantha finishes speaking.

Just as Samantha was about to step forward with Kain her head suddenly titlted to the side, her silver hair falling over her shoulder, hearing Sorrin's voice within her mind. With a sigh of both irritation and happiness she pulled her gaze from the cornnerstone and looked to her beloved. "Seems this will have to wait."

"Sounds like an adventure my love!" Kain's eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked around the cornerstone, trying to figure out how to open it. But he saw no creases, no way to lift the top block, nor was there any evidence of there ever been any way to open it. "Hmmm... curious."

Samantha's amethyst hues remained fastened to the cornerstone while Kain moved it to what she hoped would be it's permanent resting place. Eagerness showed across her face wanting to figure out how to open it and actually make sure the contents were inside. "That it is my love. Shall we figure out how to open it?" Excitement conveyed in her tone as did just a whisper of a Romanian accent.

Stepping out from where the mist had formed, Kain lifts the cornerstone using his telekinesis. The giant block of stone rises in the air and floats towards where it will rest from now on. Gently, Kain sets the massive stone in its new home and gazes at it inquisitively. "Such a big block to carry such a small secret within, don't you think my love?"

A dark mist fills the room, seemingly from nowhere, heavy and thick making it almost impossible to see anything else. Slowly the outlines of two forms can be seen as the mist dissapates. One form clearly male as revealed by the size and the other a petite slender form, as the mist completely vanishes Kain and Samantha stand in the center of the room.