@fatedstrands
It was another late night, alone and without Jayce. He had tried to stop caring what the man was up to, but there was a feeling of discomfort. Of betrayal. He seemed so focused now on his new role with the counsel that he forgot all about their ambitions. About why they were doing this to begin with.
And now he was dying. Inching closer and closer to death with every moment. It wouldn't be long now, and it seemed no matter how hard he pushed, his life was going to come to a halt fairly quickly.
He runs a hand over his tired face, feeling the strain of lack of sleep tugging at him. Perhaps he should take a small break to get some water. Some walking might wake up and jog his mind, after all. Viktor reaches beside him and takes hold of his cane, positioning it to help leverage himself onto his feet. It took a moment to adjust to being on his feet, but he began to head towards the door when it happened.
It started with a soft crackle, which only grew louder. Turning back, he looked towards the desk with confusion. Somehow, the Hexcore was acting up on its own. It was not the first time it had done this, but he watched with tired curiosity to see what would happen. The device began to swirl and spin, the pieces seeming to open up as blue energy swirled around it.
He expected it to fizzle out, as it had before, but the core seemed to keep going, suddenly forming growing plant matter that seemed to come from within the core itself. He grips his cane, stepping back towards the desk with a fixation of curiosity as the plant matter grows and grows, but instead of dying, as it had previously done, it seemed to be holding itself. Carefully, he reaches a hand out to touch the item, but pulls his hand back quickly as a burst of energy seems to explode from the device, knocking him back. He stumbles and falls to the ground, wincing in pain.
Viktor looks towards the growing plant matter, watching as it seems to form a figure -- a whole person. In the blue glow, it almost looked as though the person had wings. He frowns, shaking his head and rubbing at his eyes. Surely he was seeing things. His gaze returned to the figure, which was now formed and whole, standing on his desk. The Hexcore seemed to calm down, slowing its circling and coming to a standstill on the desk beside the figure.
He finds himself staring in both fascination and confusion at the figure, "...Who are you?"














