Dead. Silence.

Everyone in Stillwater has gone silent. In respect, in fear, in awe. Everybody knew this was staged. That the legend wanted to be caught. Why? No one knew. No one knew anything, really. Jayce disappeared for years and showed back up maniac and changed. Some suspect he’s using shimmer, some suspect he’s on other drugs. No one’s quite sure.

The guards walk a rather tall man in, a shock collar around his neck, hands cuffed behind his back. Realistically it wouldn’t do much. After all, Jayce held the essence of the arcane in him. He could easily break free if he wanted to. Not that he wanted to. Not yet atleast.

He had to avenge someone. Someone important to him. Someone…special.

Someone the arcane that runs inside him calls for, that the voices in his head call for and demand to see even though it’s impossible. Or, it was. Used to be impossible. Now that Jayce knows how to control his powers, it’s not. Not anymore.

Jayce is taken to the highest security cell they have and locked inside. Stupid. He thought, eyes scanning the room briefly. Dark, maniac eyes that seemed sharper than normal. Despite the powers he had access to with the about of arcane running through him, strength was not one of them. But that wasn’t an issue for him.

He turned his head slightly, watching a train from the window. He snaps the cuffs easily and turns around. Once his hands are free, he rips a hole in reality with a rough gesture of his hand since he lacks his knife. He steps through it, and alarms start blaring. On the other side is the cell he’s looking for. Time slows then freezes, and Jayce smiles slightly. He approaches the frozen man and snaps his neck before retreating through a different hole, one that seeks after him.

Now, to bring his love back.

He teleports between buildings, looking for a good spot to start before landing in an empty warehouse. Old, desolate, out of the way. Perfect.

The ritual begins.