The sudden awakening startled them. As their bleary eyes slowly blinked open, they were met with a stark new reality. Their surroundings were shrouded in unfamiliar shadows, the world seemingly having shifted into something alien and unnerving. The first thing they felt was the cold, cold stone-like surface they were laying on. Blinking, they slowly opened their mouth to speak but let out only a croak, throat so parched and dry they could feel their lips cracking and throat constricting. They felt weak and achy, yet their every sensation was heightened, too heightened... They tried to move, but found themselves unable to, as if chained down, a sort of invisible pull keeping them still...

With a sadonic, fanged grin lying on his face as he sizes his newest spawn up and down once more. Holding their chin between his fingers as he turns their head from one side to the other. "Yes... I think I made the right choice. You'll make a fine addition." Cazador muses, his blood red eyes trailing over the newly visible features of his freshly turned spawn. His thumb brushes over their lips, taking a closer look at the fangs. "I'm certain you're dying to put these to good use... aren't you?" An amused chuckle coming from him. "But all in due time. You'll follow every order I give you from now on without questioning... Defy me and I'll make sure you'll regret it." The grin on his lips spreading only wider as he looks deep into their eyes. "Understood?"