It´s yours...

You put the tip of your dagger to your lips and the soul slips down your throat like fine wine. Not that you´d tasted wine before, you just knew this is what it would feel like. As you drain the last drops of elf soul, you feel your mind expand to accommodate the new memories. Memories of a different life, a life full of vibrant forests, hard training and boring uninventive sex.

Just as the memories settle in, you feel a dark presence in your mind. Suddenly, you collapse in agony as your Master's voice booms in your mind, no, your very soul.
"It is good to see that you are effective, Minion. But I will not tolerate selfishness again. If you do this again, it will be the last time!"

With that, you feel your Master's presence leave your mind. You shakily get back up. It´s time to resume your task, corrupting a human noble house.

You spread your wings, getting ready to fly...