...Drip...

A single drop of water regrouped among the stone encompassed ground, the adventure traveling down the unconscious being.

...Drip...

The echo of the water reverberated off the stone encompassed walls, and screeched its way through the cast iron bars that contained the containee.

...Drip...

Finally, rejected off the walls, the noise would be apprehended by the entity known as Mantus, apprehended in the cell. Light would flutter slowly into his world once more as his eyes began to unseal themselves. Shapes would being to contort themselves to the reality that lay literally before him, a bucket containing water had emptied its contents onto his face, the guard before him had said some rugged comment, Mantus paid no attention to what the man was saying. The situation called for a cancellation of normal protocol for Mantus, the normal remark would have been sarcastic and agressive, however something was different.

Mantus already apprehended what had happened to his body, the physical adaptation was reflected in the puddle that lay below him, his eyes fixed onto the puddle stared at his reflection, to no surprise to him both eyes, crystal blue in hue, reflected back gazing into his own reflection. A peculiar series of symbols in black color were traveling down beginning at the base of his neck and traveling down till his elbow.

A seal..

The guard continued his verbal reprimands against the sealed half demon..

"..the pallbearers take thy soul, yer demon that was part of ya' is gone fer all time"

The crazed smile ripped across Mantus' face, funny how when you lock a beast up, something as feeble as a cockroach feels powerful. His laugh crept in tempo, silent at first, then ripping through the bars that contained him. The smile faded from the guard's unshaven face.

"What is a soul? ... Could I see it if I tore open your chest? ... Could I see it if I cracked open your head?"

Mantus spat at the guard with a combination of disgust and bitterness. Simultaneously his hand rose outstretched towards this entity of hate that lay before him, and yet, something restricted him, physically, chains, not his own, restricted his movement. They illuminated with the same hue as the attack the pallbearers used to seal away his power.

Brute power would not be enough alone to break these chains forged with the life stealing power, or according to the guard 'soul' stealing power.