Chapter 4

"Hahaha… THE ARC OF EMBODIMENT!" Raphael lost himself for a moment, and spoke this aloud.

'Sigh* he's already figured it out, going by how he stood in plain sight earlier, even though he wanted to blend in, I was pretty sure this guy's just an idiot! And now he knows two of my wishes while I can only speculate on his, well I suppose it's not that surprising, I did just conjure a boulder out of nowhere, anyway based on that body and the speed he's displayed, I'd assume he has the body and power of an original vampire, and that alone already puts me in a rough position!' Geralt was a little shaken.

'Ahh, crap, I said that out loud. Well it doesn't matter! On the plus side, I think I've found my first servant, provided the mind of a Witcher can be compelled. Oh right, it's not long now before the Cullen's show up! I should make myself scarce and head back, or… maybe I'll just leave, I wanted to befriend them, and possibly recruit them if things go well, but it's not like I'm gonna accomplish anything of significance while being surrounded by high schoolers, plus now that I think about it, my social anxiety might be stirred up! I'm not sure how…'

Raphael was lost in thought once again, *sigh* breaking a bad habit isn't easy!

Geralt noticed this and was not about to pass up this opportunity.

Geralt snapped his fingers and out of a purple mist, he manifested a white oak stake and hid it behind his back tucked into his belt, along with a long spiked diamond needle.

'This seems dangerous, but given his power, he could have made an attempt to end this charade already, so if he doesn't have an ulterior motive, the most likely scenario is he's simply too inexperienced with his power.' Geralt proceeded with the attack.

The Witcher burst of the ground with incredible strength, the muddy ground was wet from having rained recently, the mud was kicked up, and Geralt let out a war cry, unsure if the attack would work.

Geralt held the spiked needle like he would a combat knife, and tried to pierce Raphael's eye socket, in hopes of stunning him.

*Splash*

"AHH, F**K." Geralt's attack almost succeeded, the needle scraped Raphael's eyeball.

'Well… Damn, I was hoping the Dark one's pain tolerance would work better!' Raphael was quick to act.

He instinctually caught the needle just before piercing too deep.

Just as Raphael was about to rip that needle from Geralt, and deal a counter attack. He immediately felt something lunge into his chest and pierce his heart.

"You little…" *Spurt* Raphael coughed out some blood over Geralt's face.

'White oak! Well that's, not good.' Raphael felt his chest searing from pain, he pushed Geralt back with some strength, causing the Witcher to fly into a tree.

"Cough… Ahh shit, why isn't he burning?" The Witcher muttered as he tried and failed to stand back up!

Raphael retreated back about a dozen metres. He yanked the white oak out of his chest, and ripped open his shirt to see the damage that was caused.

"ARGH!" Raphael held back his voice.

The skin around his chest turned an ashen grey with specks of glowing red, like trying to light wood that refuses to burn.

Raphael let out a heavy breath of relief, after seeing his wound wasn't catching fire.

"Sigh* well this is probably thanks to the fact that I'm also the darkness." Raphael reflected on his arrogance, he believed his immortality would protect him from almost any given situation.

He was clearly wrong! Anyone who's made a wish would have a shot at his life. Raphael wasn't going to forget this lesson anytime soon!

'I can't be so careless in the future, nor can I be so kind. I should have left the moment I saw him, I can't face an opponent if I don't even know what powers they have, for all I know, he could have teleported me into a f***ing volcano.' Raphael was pis*ed, but thankful that he was alive.

"You know what… I haven't had a taste of blood yet! It seems fitting that my first drink will be from a being whom hunts monsters." Raphael was furious, but he remained composed.

He doesn't want his opponent to take advantage of his mental state, plus he was a fan of the Witcher before, and he knows what a threat he's facing.

The body and powers of Geralt, is simply the foundation of his power, the Arc, is not to be overlooked.

Geralt recovered from his impact with the tree, and stood to face Raphael.

Just as Geralt released a strong telekinetic shockwave from his hand causing damage to the wilderness.

Raphael vanished, and reappeared behind him, in less than half a second.

Geralt just barely caught sight of him, even with his enhanced yellow eyes.

Raphael whacked him across his temple, causing Geralt to be disoriented, and clench his head in pain.

He was forced to take a knee, it seems his previous injuries were not light!

*Argh* Geralt felt himself be pulled into a chokehold and sharp fangs pierce his neck.

Raphael drank enough for Geralt to pass out. "Mmm… that, was delectable!"

Raphael dropped the passed out Geralt on the ground. "Well, it seems I was right. I indeed cannot die unless my heart is pierced by both of my mortal weapons, I just wish I didn't have to learn that lesson the hard way."

"Well in any case, I'm glad I refrained from using my Dark magic, I'm pretty sure even if he could conjure a Dark one's dagger, it wouldn't be the one that's bound to me, so it would not harm me, also my Dagger was forged from the holy grail, I'm not even sure if his ARC is capable of making such artefacts!"

"Well I'll think about that another time, for now… what the hell am I gonna do with this guy?" He thought while looking at the sorry excuse for a Witcher.

Raphael thought about it for a moment before remembering that this guy was trying to spoil his future knowledge, which was rather a little inconvenient for him.

'I suppose it would be best to just kill him! But then I'd be wasting a good servant… I don't want to kill him, especially since he has the ARC… I can't let him go either.' Raphael looked down at his wound, which was lingering longer than it should have.

'Not when this Witcher can create white oak!' Raphael reassured himself on what he were about to do.

"I'm not even sure If I can compel him, since Witcher's are highly resistant to magic, and my powers come from magical means… but I know I can compel vampires, hopefully this doesn't backfire on me!"

Raphael decided to take his chances and turn Geralt into a vampire, in the hopes that he will be more susceptible to compulsion.

Also, Raphael would never admit it, but he wants to see what a badass Geralt would look like as a vampire.

Raphael takes a knee, right next to Geralt, he reaches down and positions his head.

"Don't disappoint me, if the compulsion doesn't work… I'm not going to play nice!"

Raphael's sclera turns bloodshot red, his iris became dark, the pupils dilated. He bites into his wrist, and presses it against Geralt's mouth, his wounds started healing rapidly.

Just as Geralt's eyes were fluttering open, Raphael pressed his knee on the Witcher's neck and…

*SNAP*

"Sigh* well… now I will simply have to wait!" That was Raphael's first time killing someone!

Raphael was glad he included Elijah's mind into his wish, otherwise he doesn't even know how he would feel right now!

Raphael looked at the corpse and spoke "Well… you weren't cut out to be a Witcher anyway, you tried to kill me even though I had done you no wrong! I think you are more suited to being a monster, My monster!" Raphael's tone was as if stating a fact.

-3 hours later-

Raphael was draining the blood of a mountain lion, which he found wandering the forest dangerously close to the school, he decided to embellish himself.

After drinking the Witcher's blood, his thirst has become more prominent. He found it to be quite discomforting when left unchecked.

He could have resisted the urge very easily, but then questioned why he'd do that.

Like any man, if they were hungry. He simply quenched his thirst, plus he wanted to test something.

Raphael released the mountain lion, before he takes to much. He looked into the beasts eyes, and projected his intent through sheer willpower, trying to give the beast commands.

And sure enough, Raphael was a natural.

Just as he commanded the mountain lions loyalty, Geralt woke up.

"Uhh… what happened?" Geralt looked over at Raphael.

'Ohh, I remember now!' Geralt thought.

"You animal… what did you DO TO MEEEE?" The Witcher screamed at Raphael.

"Hahahaha. Animal, that's funny!" Raphael looked at him with a condescending gaze.

Geralt noticed this! His emotion clouded his judgment. He jumped to his feet and leaped towards the so called animal while conjuring himself a golden broad sword.

'Well, if this doesn't work then I will just have to kill him! So I suppose theirs no point hiding it.'

Raphael lifted his hand, Geralt's sword disappeared.

The Witcher himself was frozen in midair, which is also when Raphael recalled a little something which he thought might make the compulsion be accepted easier.

Raphael slowly walked forward, and relished in the pleasure of seeing Geralt's face in utter shock.

He reached forward, and plunged his hand into Geralt's chest.

'Is this it? This is how my story ends… this isn't fair!' Geralt silently thought.

Actually he was a little thankful that he were frozen, otherwise he'd probably be begging Raphael to spare him.

Raphael yanked out Geralt's heart. But miraculously their was no blood, and the heart, did not look like a heart at all.

'Humph, so this is an enchanted heart, which allows the holder to give commands, or well I'm pretty sure that's how it works!'

Raphael gave an order while holding the heart. "You will open your mind to me, do not resist… you'll entrust your everything to me!"

Raphael stepped forward, and looked him in the eye. 'Well then… let's see if this works!'