As Baldor enters the Abyss, he feels his nightmares assemble in front of him. He walks among them with fear and regret clearly shown throughout his form.
"I warned you of the dangers! Yet you still insisted that I can feed upon you!"
The spirits wailed out, "But you knew that if you fed on us too long, you would kill us! Why did you not stop?"
Baldor breaks down and starts crying, "Because I could not help but sedate the beast of hunger inside of me... You haunt me now and I have come here to pay the price..."
The spirits start whirling about Baldor and he feels that he is being inspected. For a brief moment this continues, until they reached a startling revelation, "You are no longer the hungry vampire we knew you as. What happened in the decades since your last ill fated feeding?"
Baldor looks up to the spirits and slowly turns, facing all of them individually while explaining his change, "I have gone through a change, which I believe I am the only one that has done so... Once you have gained peace, call out to the goddess, Gaea. She will answer the question better than I. I am still awed by my own transformation..."
The spirits slowly nods one by one, "We shall..." and they looked at him more deeply and asks the question Baldor feared the most, "Why did you not let us become like you?"
Baldor cringes as the words come to him and slowly stands up and faces them, "I saved you from a fate worse than death... I have lived as a vampire for eight decades... This has been more of a curse than a gift."
The seven spirits whirled around him in confusion, "But to live for nearly eternity, you could master any study at your whims... It looks like you have mastered your father's craft of blade smithing by the look of the sword on your belt. That sword is finer than the multitude that you have made before."
Baldor looked down to the sword he forged just two weeks prior and chuckles softly, “This is not a master’s work. I had to change what I had to work with when this change occurred. I could no longer touch or be near iron… It poisons and burns me. I have changed my craft so I can stay in business.”
Another spirit lands in front of Baldor and reveals himself, “Hello son…”
Baldor falls to his knees and looks to his father, “I have failed you father. Your murderer… She has escaped to damnation before vengeance was wrought. Since I have found out, I have continued on with your teachings of working metal.” He stands up and faces his father, standing at the same height, “I have only one student. He will surpass me and carry on your teachings since I have not married.” Baldor weeps and continues, “I hope this will rest your soul father…”
The father smiles blissfully and nods, “Then our family legacy will continue….” And turns away and fades. Baldor watches him leave and fade away with a smile and turns to the others, “If you would like payment, take me… I will die to bring peace to your souls…”
The spirits slowly spins around Baldor and talk between themselves in a language he does not recognize. A few minutes later, they come to their conclusion. It was unanimous. “We will be content with your death. Stand still and your sentence will be carried out.” The spirits whirl around and one by one, they speed up and phase through Baldor’s chest. They slowly rip out his life force one by one until Baldor slowly kneels and falls forward dead. The spirits look down on what they have done with a slight frown and fly off into the abyss, each of them slowly dissipating and each achiever there own peace. The dept paid, the spirits rest, Baldor is no more.