Drakar stood next to the bedside table, his fingertips swirling ashes, the only remains left by Nevermore after Basil's choice to abandon his path. Leaving the soul collecting journal there caused it to spontaneously combust. He gripped a handful, angered he couldn't reclaim the souls freed when it happened, souls he would have devoured had Basil come directly to him after pouring them into the book.
His true form pulsed beneath human skin cloying at the seams. Camouflaging was not Drakar's strong suit, but it met his needs. It was how he so easily recruited.
"This is unexpected," he whispered to the emptiness as he settled on the unkempt bed, tossed and twisted blankets a testament to Basil's haste. "My best Harvestor, gone."
A smirk curved his lips in the devilish manner he perfected during Time's timelessness. "He can't know the truth. No one ever figured it out. Surely no other Harvestor told him the truth about the soul quota, not after my special...talk with them." The air could do no more than listen. So it could not respond.
"He's just strayed off course. I'll have to correct it for him." He stood, back straight, head held high. He inhaled deeply then blew out a breath of flames, setting the room ablaze. He forced his energy through the apartment complex, dampening fire alarm batteries. Surely someone was home, a soul the fire could free so one of his Harvestors could bring it to him.
With his appetite for chaos briefly sated, he strutted from the apartment, his thoughts on bringing Basil back into the fold. And he knew just how.*****
Okay, so now I don't just want to punch Drakar in the face. Anybody else want to mob him?