Some who die, don't stay dead...

The silent dark I had inhabited for time beyond my reckoning was shattered by the sound of a familiar voice "You are needed once more. Your time is not at end. Your strength will become a part of us all." This voice...it is familiar to me but sounds so distant I can barely understand it.

Then pain. Blinding pain greater than any I have endured before. The voice returns but with anothers' added to it. One with strength and power so vast it's as though it is screaming from inside my soul, tearing it apart.

"My blood, to your blood!"

The pain gets worse!

"My will, to your mind!"

Why does this hurt so much!

"Your mind, to your body!"

Aaaaarrgghhhh!!

"But your soul, is bound to mine!"

.....the pain is gone....the dark starts to fade away. Slowly being replaced by a man. I know this man. What was his name? I can see the shadows around him, and inside him. Swirling with an organised chaos so maddening I almost look away. VULKREM! I know you Vulkrem and I know where this power comes from.
 
Thank you Daestrus. I will serve you in death as I have done in life.