After six months of having travelled together with a bunch of strangers sharing the very same fate as him, after 200 years of torture, starvation, enslavement, he finally has the chance to become everything he had envied.

Everything he hated. Everything Cazador had been.

The scars burn on his back, the dead corpse of his abuser laying at his feet, the other vampire spawns inches away from crumbling to death once the ritual is done.

The power is buzzing beneath his skin, at his very command. He holds the power, he could become everything he had ever desired. Walking in the sun, finally seeing his reflection. What colour of his eyes are, how his hair frames his face; What is it that the people he had seduced, lured for his master, had seen in him? Had they seen beauty beyond comparison, accentuated by his unwavering confidence, or had they taken pity on the scared boy he truly was?

He could leave the life of agony behind. He can feel the power calling to him, grasping bis mind in a vice-like grip, luring him with honeyed words and empty promises. Just like he once did to so many others.

He hears one of his companions- so dear to his heart- call out his name. He stares at Cazador's lifeless body. He simply needs his companion to let him see the runes on his back through their shared connection of the tadpole in their brain.

"Help me complete the ritual."