"Self control? Whhhhooo mmmeeeee?" Abel questioned as the guard who grabbed his skeletal arm dropped dead, his eyes sinking back into his head before melting, the blood in his veins turning deep black and expanding, producing a black spiderweb effect all over the guard's body. Within moments of the guard falling dead to the ground the room seemed to grow smaller, and Abel seemed to grow bigger. The air seemed very heavy, to hot, to cold, to humid. The skeletal arm began to pulse slightly, energy floating off of it like black steam. The other two guards didn't have a chance, as they raised their weapons they exploded in a storm of their own atoms, they had been ripped apart to one of their most basic levels.
Staring at the dead guard on the ground Abel smiled, kneeling down he placed the skeletal arm upon his forehead. Black blood was seeping from his eye sockets. ears, nostrils, and mouth. "Esiar." The Archivist muttered as the energy flowed back into the man, followed by an incredible amount of souls. Abel was doing something despicable, he was filled a dead body with thousands of minds and spirits. He was creating an army in one man. As the proccess ended the man stood to his feet, in life he was a relatively attractive Russian male. Now he was a monster. His eyes were replaced with blue masses of souls, his black blood was now flowing once again, but his veins were still as they were.
"You belong to her..I name you, Legion." Abel announced, the monster in-front of him just stood there, calmly accepting his creator's whim before disappearing.
And it was just for her.
"Now to wait." Abel muttered as he sat down in his chair, waiting for Emily to return.
