A jade light dimly lit up the room. Six coarse claws of bones casted a malign spell on a wicked Hive Cleaver, levitating over the dry rough palms of a kneeling Knight. Righteous souls cried mercy; begging the eternal agony to cease. Their faces of horror surfaced in faint Solar Light from the blade, only to fade away and reappear once more in an endless cycle. When one Wizard was depleted of Solar Light, she would unravel another Solar crystal's energy and resume cursing the blade. The Guardian and Ghost beared witness to an ancient Hive ritual. Reis evaporated back into Zapiro's robes. With steps of boldness, The Warlock approached to the hellspawns. "The Uir sisters, Uir Vok, Uir Irtäk, Uir Hirûx, And Hulrox, the Esurient Blade." Old hive spines rotated, bent by years of wrecking havoc and tormenting the weak. By the impulse of their knowing, the sisters began charging bolts of Arc, followed by hateful screams. Hulrox lifted a firm hand, silencing their blood-curdling voices with a wordless command. "Of what amount of foolishness do wielders of the Light have, still sending one vessel to end my unyielding rampage." He breathed. "It's not foolishness. It's bravery with a pinch of ego. It comes with the job of being a Guardian. However, I wouldn't expect for a low intellectual Knight like you to be able to distinguish between the two." "No matter what the essence of your feeble will, it is vain against me. My blade grows ever so sharply, using their Light, their very souls as a mere whetstone for my Cleaver." He held up the nefarious weapon for Zapiro to see closer. Just the sight of it disgusted him. "As I hold this Sword, the screams of the damn only rile the worm within me to crave more destruction. I will never grow hungry again. I will never be satisfy with the havoc I will enkindle with this very blade of flames." "Reis. Bolt-Caster. Now." Zapiro flicked his wrist, snatching an Exotic sword from empty space. Webs of electricity shrouded the cold spinmetal blade. The Uir sisters sounded the darkness once more with their screams. Hive bolts shot out from their glowing claws. He swiftly glided out of the way before the spell splashed on the ground. Zapiro swung his weapon in a 1080 degree pivot, releasing waves of menacing Arc Energy, one after another. In an instant, the wizards were vaporized by the thunder. Their howl echoed until they were only crackles from the mighty Arc Energy. "You know Shaxx is going to be pissed that you stole his Bolt-Caster from his Vault. The last one we have before Red Legion attacked the Tower." Reis nagged from my pocket. "Shaxx loves me! He'll be glad to know I stained his sword with Hive dust." Hulrox crept closer with an intrigued impression. His trinity of crimson eyes twinkled with madness. "Your power. Oh, how it glistens for me to consume!" Zapiro turned fiercely to the malefic being. He carried himself with explosive pride; a smile that flirted death multiple times with passion. "Oh, you like that? Don't worry, I got a special blade for you." The Warlock put away the Bolt-Caster with the help of Reis. Leaving hot glowing footsteps burning with his ego, Zapiro unsheathed his Daybreak from his Light. In all its magnificence, the sword illuminated the dark room. Two wings sprouted from the back of the Exo. "Your peers' souls belong to me, forever cursed within my blade! You fight a futile battle, vessel of Light!" "Then I'll break that damn blade!" Before Hulrox could swing his sword, Zapiro-4 sliced the space between him and his enemy, letting loose a barrage of Solar blaze. The Knight summoned a tough shield with one claw, fending of the Guardian's blast. His sinful laugh boomed louder than the roaring flames. It grew louder. Louder. And louder. Soon, Zapiro's body grew numb. Everything slowed down. He felt like he was drowning in Hulrox's laughter. His focus drifted from the combat at hand. Something disturbed his conscious. Wretched sharp fingertips carefully dipped into the surface of his thoughts. One withered nail began to stir his pool of mind. Suddenly, he was back in battle, slashing with Solar Light into Hulrox's shield. Immediately, he could see the claw once again, whisking his very sanity out of his head. Zapiro kept blacking out in battle, being thrown back between layers of his conscious. He could feel scratches in the corners of his head. He could no longer separate which was the illusion or reality. The scratches began to bleed an abundance of Light. It gushed out of his body, pouring into the claw's grasp. Zapiro flailed hopelessly, now in the pool of his own thoughts. The enormous hand sucked the liquid upward into a funnel leaving his head. "Get out of my head! Get head of my head! Get out of my head!" He shouted. His own voice gurgled as he sunk lower into the will of the Hive. Arms shattered out of the physical existance that nearly swallowed him whole. Clear pieces of crystals dropped onto the ground. The three Uir sisters fled immediately out of the cave. "Zapiro! You're okay!" Reis buzzed in full relief. The Exo continued picking shards off of his body. Around him was a powerful Hive trap that had broke. "I told you to not walk ahead like that! You almost died! No, worse! You were almost converted into a Solar crystal!" Zapiro felt drained, both physically and mentally. He didn't even have the energy to argue with his Ghost. Lack of fatigue caused him to collapse on the ground. "Zapiro, you feeling okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. But I feel very exhausted. Call Athena Vern and Velxis. I don't feel like walking to the jumpship." "I could easily summon it from here. There's no need to call them." "Reis. Call my fireteam, [i]Athena Vern[/i] and [i]Velxis[/i]." He scoffed at me. "You're just going to flirt with them and they're going to be the end of you. I'm teleporting you to the jumpship if they don't respond." "Heh." Zapiro grinned weakly. Shortly, the cave was silent. "Hey, Reis. Didn't I steal Shaxx's Bolt-Caster?" "Yep. That you did." Zapiro sighed. "Shaxx is going to be pissed." Back to the Castellos Constellation: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/243179955