Israphel sat in his chambers, attempting to meditate. However he couldn't concentrate, his ears filled with one of the two voices he usually heard trying to order him about.

"You shouldn't be here meditating you failure. You should be out waging war on Ishgar! On all of Creation! Until it kneels at your feet, until they fear you and rejoice!" Now his eyes snapped open, his black irises landing on his agitator. "No. I will do no such thing. Alvarez needs me, and I intend to rule them with peace for all my life, until the day I pass my crown on to another."

He stood, staring down the first of his past lives, the ancient vampire known as well by Israphel, which he simply called 'First'. "You will brat. It's only a matter of time before your weak teachings from the fool called the Gravewalker fall through and you will see that only darkness can truly control a world, not weak willed followers of moral code."

The second of the Israphel's appeared, the one who had painstakingly turned himself into a pure bred Saiyan through torturous experiments and procedures, labelled 'Second' by Israphel. "I said I will not. My master was no fool and his teachings were not weak! They have kept me on this throne as long as I have had it. You two have done nothing but weaken my mind and ability to rule properly." He tried to turn his back to them but the two appeared before him again, inches from him. In unison they spoke, a darkness in their voices he only heard when they did this.

"We do this because you are weak, and our minstrations will make you an emperor all will fear and rejoice. We do this, because you refuse to listen to the shadow in your very blood, and instead try to argue with us and win us over to a cause with no longevity, no survivability in the real world." Israphel shook his head, covering his ears desperately. "I won't. You two are just voices in my head, you can't control me!" He tried to draw his sword only to cry out and fall to his knees, his body racked with immense pain as his past selves exerted their power, his eyes turning red as they did.

"You will. You have no strength no power! What makes you think you can stand against us?!" First said, glaring down at his current incarnation with disgust. "No one will sully their blade with your cowardly blood, you pathetic creature." Now they kicked him down, leaving him as he was lying there in pain. Groaning he crawled to his, the last traces of the sun peering through his windows. "Please Bright Lord, end me soon." He whispered in an almost prayer like reverance, as he did each night.

Miraak now crawled into his own bed in Magnolia. He had quickly hidden the Black Book back in it's hiding spot, and now attempted to sleep. Beneath him he heard the door open and shut. His parents were back from their mission, and none the wiser to his actions.