I know pain, and this is nothing, he chanted to himself, waiting for them to release him so he could attack. He smelled the scent of his own skin and hair burning. Still he waited. They'd have to drop him eventually, even if it was to Travel elsewhere. When they did, he'd attack.
He could kill them. It had taken a team of Guardians-including two Original Beings-to kill the last Other. But he'd done it on his own. It was easier than killing a vamp.
His body afire, Darian belted out a laugh of pain-filled triumph. The game was now his.