Morte is
masking his spiritual density. Happy now?
He is a False God after all. If he really wants to run away, he could. Just make Xanriel say something like "I can't seem to find him".
I'm going to put an important scene here. It's some info about the Masters and Zanzarino the True God, sort of. You guys can continue the journey if you want to, because this all happened when Jonathan is resting.
Jonathan slowly opened his eyes. He was still very tired, but he felt much better than when he first reverted back to humanoid form. He was lying in his own four-poster bed, covered by black satin sheets. Nyxia was sitting beside him on the bed, her fingers entwined with his, a warm and loving smile on her beautiful face.
"Finally awake, huh?" Nyxia smiled. "Normally you don't sleep, but when you do sleep you sleep for an entire day. What am I going to do with you?"
"Whoa, an entire day?" Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "So... How's the town..."
"The rebuilding is going pretty well," Nyxia assured him. "I guess Mavros didn't do as much damage as it seemed. The town will probably be back to normal in a week or so."
"Phew... That's good." Jonathan relaxed, then frowned as he saw what was attached to his left hand. "Intravenous blood transfusion? Is this necessary?" It seemed absurd that he, a half-vampire, was having blood injected into his own body like a human.
Nyxia shrugged. "It was the quickest way to get some of my blood into your body. You can't drink blood while you're sleeping, can you?"
"Aww... I don't get to taste the blood?"
Smiling, Nyxia picked up a crystal chalice full of her blood, and gave it to Jonathan. "Once a vampire, always a vampire, huh? Here, drink this."
Jonathan sat up, gave a quick kiss to her hand, took the chalice, and drank. He felt Nyxia's mysterious powers flow into him, and he was feeling better already.
"Tell me one thing, Nyx..." Jonathan locked his gaze with Nyxia's dark eyes. He spoke gently. "Are you afraid of my True Form?"
Sincerity in her eyes, Nyxia smiled sweetly at Jonathan. "Not at all, John. I know what your true nature is, and I still love you just as much."
"But... Even my father..." Jonathan's eyes darkened at that memory. It was the first time that he took True Form; his father was also in True Form, a black dragon that was smaller and less serpentine than Jonathan's colossal form. When Jonathan looked at his father with his cold, primal Eyes of Darkness, he was sure that he saw fear deep inside Phaeus's eyes.
And he remembered the time when he took True Form in front of Nyxia. It was just after Mavros's betrayal; the palace was surrounded by false vampires and the undead. Nyxia was gravely injured and lying on the floor. Jonathan was so enraged and horrified at his lover's injury, that he took True Form and annihilated all enemies in the palace. He was so preoccupied with slaughtering his foes, that he didn't notice the expression on Nyxia's face.
Nyxia smiled, love and adoration in her eyes. "Your true form was majestic, beautiful, strong, ruthless, and yet it protected the ones it loved with its life. It's exactly like yourself. How can I be afraid of that?" She leaned on Jonathan's shoulder. "John, I only want to rule by your side, as your queen."
Nyxia's love and sincerity had genuinely touched him. Holding her close to him, Jonathan kissed her on the lips, tenderly and passionately. "You will rule by my side, Nyx. I shall make sure of it."
Then, Nyxia remembered something. "John, why do you refer to yourself as 'Bloodshadow' whenever you take True Form?"
"I don't really know..." Jonathan frowned. "I always feel... different... when I take True Form. It's like... Like I'm being a different person."
"Different person?" Nyxia pondered. "Is it your true self, or something of that sort? The Master of Darkness?"
"I'm really not sure," Jonathan replied. "That was only the third time in my life that I took True Form. I'm sure that each time I take True Form, I'll gain more understanding of what I am."
"Hmm..." Nyxia gave him a devilish, mischievous grin. "Maybe you're the reincarnation of the original Master of Darkness?"
Jonathan laughed. "Sure then, I'll make you my Mistress of Darkness." He pulled her into his arms.
