Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160906023947

'You must understand that you are living for the two of us now, at least for the time being,' Ddraig replies.

Kurenai cautiously approaches Azarias, coming to just outside the ring of light. The strange Divine Armament's power is such that at this point, a wall of light and twisting thread-like metal blocks her view of the white-haired Stigma.

'Snow?...' she asks warily.

A hand shoots out from the wall, and the area above her heart responds, glowing with the same strange light as that surrounding the First Highlord. The Crimson Witch falls to her knees, a beatific expression on her face, as light and crystal coalesce and are drawn forth from that light above her heart, manifesting as a silvery jian that slowly pulls out of Kurenai, hilt-first.

The hand, obviously Azarias's, takes the grip of the sword, and Kurenai shudders with repressed ecstasy.

'I take your pain and sorrow, and make it into a blade fitting of you,' a voice calls from beyond the light. 'And I grant you joy and pleasure to replace it, for a little while.'